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squealing-santa · 7 months

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Welcome, one and all, to the 8th Annual Tickle Fandom Bloggers Squealing Santa Extravaganza!

This year’s humble host for 2023 on her second year is @hypahticklish - I'm ecstatic to continue stoking the fires of our wonderful tradition! We were so lucky last year to have not only our community artists join the fun, but to break our previous record of participants. I cannot wait to see all the magic our corner of tumblr is able to create 🥰 But enough of my shmoozing - let’s get on to the main event!

Here are the general rules of engagement:

In order to get a peice of tickle fiction or art, you must be willing to create a new peice of tickle fiction or art for someone else.

Your work must be based on the fandoms and prompts provided by your giftee during registration. Examples of what those loose prompts may look like can be found here.

All creations must be posted during the month of December.

All creations must have a title and @ both their giftee and the event blog when posting.

All participants will have their DMs and Asks available for communication with the event Host.

For Our Writers

Fics must be at least 500 words, but there is no limit if you’d like to write more!

All authors must also include the total word count of their piece and a short summary.

Fics must be legibly formatted, i.e. not a block of text for the entire piece.

For Our Artists

Traditional art must be completed on an unlined surface with minimal remaining sketch lines. Color or grayscale is optional. Scanning is preferable when uploading your piece but at the very least needs to be clear and well-lit photo.

Digital art must minimally be in contrasted color or grayscale, and have finished line work.

Comics must have a minimum of two medium-large panels OR two small panels and one medium-large panel, with minimal remaining sketch lines. Color or grayscale is optional.

All artists must include their own accessibility image IDs.

There is no limit if you'd like to create more or explore stylization!

Once sign-ups end, we’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until December 31st to finish your piece and send it to the person you’re creating for. In turn, your writer or artist will post a piece for you also by the end of December! No one will know who is working on whose prompts until the works are published, because surprises are fun!

Use this link right here to complete your registration to this year’s exchange!

Please note that the registration is conducted via Google Forms. While we have turned all email requirements off, there’s still a chance it will autofill that information if you’re logged in. We’d definitely recommend filling out the survey using incognito mode just in case for that reason. Should any emails be submitted accidentally, they will not be utilized or released.

IF YOU ARE ANON: you still must include a tumblr url that we can contact you at. We promise we won’t give it out to anyone; we just will need a way to contact you over the course of the exchange!

We will send you a confirmation DM once your registration has been submitted, so if you don’t receive that, contact us! We want to make sure no one gets left out due to the survey eating submissions or something similarly dumb.

Registration closes at midnight PST on November 5th, so be sure to share with your knismobuddies!

The Fandom Registration will be sent out November 6th to be completed by midnight PST on November 12th.

Assignments will go out by approximately November 16th!

We hope you can join the event this year and have a blast! Until then, we’ll be waiting for you all to sign up!

#squealing santa #ss2k23 #tickle fic #tickle art #tickle community #tfb community #gift exchange #squealing santa 2k23 #2k23 bulletin board

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milo-hypno · 1 year

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Hi, it's me again!

Having finished both Mumbo's s8 and reading through your remaining Hermitcraft fics:

1) i Love your writing style and how you write game mechanics into actual world elements. Also, need to see that piston house.

2) any recs on what to watch next in the hermitcraft?

!! Howdy! Firstly, thank you - I'm glad to know that some of my earlier works still hold up well!!

Mumbo's piston house is loosely based on the ones he's made before; but also having said that, I can't actually remember where most of it came from 😅 the slime block door may have been shown in his "Incredible piston houses" video? I had a sketched blueprint at some point... which I JUST found after typing that. I'll reblog with it, and the blueprint I made for TAoD, but don't get your hopes up LMAO

Secondly, if you're not already watching it, Season 9 is currently going, and I highly recommend Zedaph's perspective if you haven't seen him. If you’re looking for Season 8 perspectives, I’d suggest maybe Bdubs?

Anything past that I can’t say I have the biggest suggestion list on--the only Hermit’s perspective I’ve watched all the way through is Grian, and even then I missed a few episodes in the beginning of season 6, because I didn’t like his mic LMAO

#Doc is also fascinating if you like technical stuff #but he puts me to sleep half the time and his episodes are so long that i wake up and forget where i was #and his calm demeanor isn't the best for my 'may get diagnosed in a few days' probable ADHD #i do love him though #Milo's Rambles #asks

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cenedras-art · 3 years

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Commissions are open!!!

Any character, any ship, fandom or oc!! Fanfic covers and fic scenes!!

Base Prices:

Sketch: $20 USD

Neat Line Art: $40 USD

Colour: $70 USD

Extra Bits:

Extra character: +50% per extra character included.

Backgrounds: price depended on complexity, starting from +25% for simple backgrounds

Complexity: designs that include intricate detail may cost more, this can be discussed and settled before commission confirmation

More details of what to expect at each tier below the cut.

Slots

available

More details below the cut!

Edited Dec 2023: updated price sheet and tiers

Tiers

Price tiers are determined by design complexity and estimated time to complete.

Sketches: Loose sketchy lines. Can include some basic shading

Neat Line Art: Sharp neat lines. Final artwork can be transparent, so you can colour it in yourself

Full Colour: Fully coloured and shaded.

If you’re looking for a special piece like a pfp, fanfic covers, banners, one page comics, etc. we can discuss it and I’ll give you an estimate.

Info

Will draw!!! Any character, any ship, OCs, dragons, animals, landscapes, scenery, etc. Nakedness and erotic art is fine. Will not draw!!! Explicit sex. Hateful or offensive themes.

Finished pieces For all art, I will send you a high resolution copy of your commission. I will post a low resolution copy to my art social media (this blog, twitter, instagram, etc) as part of my portfolio.

Be patient. Art takes time, and real life can get in the way too. I aim to finish artworks within 6 weeks of confirmation. If I will be delayed, I will keep you updated. If you are concerned about the time I am taking, I can update you on my progress! If I take longer than 6 weeks, we can talk about a refund. Don't steal. Do not remove my signature or claim my art as your own. You may repost any commission you pay for as long as you credit me, preferably with a link back to my art blog. Save your art, please. I try to save all of my artworks to multiple places, but if the worst happens, I may lose copies of your commission and will be unable to supply backups. I recommend saving your art and uploading it to your personal gallery. USD payments are through Paypal invoice only. After we have discussed your order, I will request your Paypal info and send an invoice. Once payment is confirmed, I will get started! Refunds are negotiable until your commission is complete. If I am taking longer than 6 weeks, or you want to cancel, we can talk about refunds. Refund amount will depend on how many hours I have spent on your commission so far. Refunds are not available after your project is complete. I reserve the right refuse a commission. If I'm not comfortable with what you're asking for, i reserve the right to refuse it.

Message me here if you’re interested!

#my art #art commissions #commision info #cql fanart #mdzs fanart #xue yang #song lan #xiao xingchen #songxue #xuexiao #songxuexiao

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itsmoonpeaches · 3 years

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author interview tag

tagged by @penguinsledder <3

name: peaches | itsmoonpeaches on AO3

fandoms: Currently, I only write for ATLA/LOK. But, I have also written for Fullmetal Alchemist and Naruto in the past. (I am inactive in the FMA fandom, and I have left the Naruto fandom.) These works are only on my old and dead ff.net account.

where you post: AO3! I also post excerpts on tumblr! I did originally have an ff.net account. It is still up, but it’s very old. As in, I started writing in middle school and the writing is awful. It’s under a different pseud and overall, I’m pretty embarrassed about most of the stories there...oops. If you’re interested in seeing those, more power to you, but I won’t be posting that link publicly LOL. If you want it, message me! (I promise you they are all horrible though...) I also have original short stories posted on Wattpad!

most popular one-shot: In hits and stats, it’s definitely Through Lifetimes. In terms of what I actually think is the most popular, it’s What Was, What Is. Why do I think it’s the most popular? It has more comments and feedback than Through Lifetimes, and for some reason it’s the one-shot that gets the most consistently recommended, so thank you guys for that! :)

most popular multi-chapter fic: Easily The Ghosts That We Knew. But to be fair, I don’t have many multi-chapter fics to choose from!

favorite story you’ve written so far: I’ve said this so many times hahaha! It’s again, The Ghosts That We Knew. This story is very close to my heart <3 I combined a story from my childhood and ATLA/LOK lore to make something different, and I had so much fun doing it. Though, Society in the Legacy series comes as a close second!

fic you were nervous to post: This might be a weird one, but it was (oddly enough), Making Faces. This was because it’s a spiritual-like fic? It’s very different from my usual stuff. It doesn’t have a tangible story like most of my writing does, and instead explores snippets of romantic relationships of different Avatars and how they related to the Japanese legend of having the face of someone you loved most in a past life. You know, that TikTok that was going around the ATLA/LOK fandom a while back. (can’t find the TikTok, but I have a picture)

how you choose your titles: It really depends. I don’t think I have a process at all...they just kind of happen. It does depend on the kind of story I’m writing though. If the mood of the story calls for it, I might do a longer title or something based off a song title. For some reason, the song title ones tend to be a little more based on emotion, especially depending on what the song is about. From the top of my head, Turning Page, The Ghosts That We Knew, and The Lights That Guide You, all have some sort of emotional vibe to them and are based off song titles. But things written as part of a series usually have titles that relate to each other like the Legacy series which are all one word, the Ten Thousand Things series all have to do with books, Lost My Heart In Republic City are all based off the Kataang Week 2020 prompts, and Identity Theft are all titles that are question.

Ok I basically just pasted half my fics here 😅

do you outline: Yes and no. I’m a weird writer. I’m a plantser. I plan and I pants. Meaning I also kind of make it up as I go. BUT again this depends on what I’m writing. If I’m writing a fic or an original short story my “outline” is really just a paragraph of notes on the document that I loosely use as a guideline until I finish writing the thing. If it’s an original story, as in a book (I’m on my second one), I have an entire handwritten journal that I call my “Story Bible” where I sketch characters and scenes, outline chapters, have character bios etc. that I look back on as I write.

complete: Most are complete! I’ve learned from my early fic days and I tend to focus on one story at a time.

in progress: Ten Thousand Things is in progress, but it only has 1 part left. You could also say Identity Theft is in progress, but these one-shots are not as interwoven with each other, and really could just be read without the others. It’s also kind of the series that I see as my fallback if I want to get off the angst train and have a horrible attempt at comedy. (I’m really bad at comedy.)

coming soon/not yet started: Coming soon is another one-shot. I write a lot of one-shots and I am very aware of this HAH. It’s me taking a break from the emotional rollercoaster of Ten Thousand Things, and instead writing a fluff fic of a toddler Aang and Gyatso getting to know each other. I’m also almost done with the final part of Ten Thousand Things, which will be coming first.

Not yet started? A short multi-chapter Kataang fic with more Spirit World shenanigans. I technically have notes on it already, but just need to be in the right headspace for it, if that makes sense. I already love Spirit World stuff, and I had such a good time adding Filipino folklore elements into The Ghosts That We Knew, that I wanted to do it again. So, expect that kind of thing again!

do you accept prompts: I’m open to it! I always like a challenge, but I do also have my own ideas. I’ll be honest though, I’ve never been asked to write a prompt before!

upcoming story you are most excited to write: The Kataang Spirit World fic, of course! I think I have some fun ideas that will be fun! It’ll be a more contained story than my previous one, but since Sokka is more involved I am getting excited for it!

This was fun! A lot of the people I would want to tag have already been tagged, so I’ll keep it short and sweet. Tagging @koala-otter and @wildonionhats! You can do this if you want, and if anyone else wants to do this, please go ahead! :)

#tag game #penguinsledder #THANK YOU FOR THE TAG THIS WAS FUN!!!#fanfic #fanfic author #writing

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magicsmutshop · 5 years

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When You See My Base Line - Pt 1

part 1 of 4

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader Genre: Multi-chapter smut Rating: Explicit Word count: ~2500 Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, drooling over Hoseok’s perfect face and body Summary: You need a hobby, so you take a figure drawing class. Hoseok is the nude model. Note: this is my first fic so please take good care of me! Navigation: part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Who is that man talking to Namjoon by the desk? You’ve never seen him before, but as you look him up and down, you definitely like what you see. Dark, wavy hair with blond streaks flops over his finely-drawn eyebrows. The man’s eyes appealingly crinkle as he beamed at your art teacher, showing off a wide, heart-shaped grin. He looks a bit short standing next to Namjoon--but who doesn’t, next to that tree of a man? More importantly, his loose hoodie and baggy yellow shorts reveal swathes of honey skin and lean muscle. He has the look of a dancer, slender but powerful. Your eyes catch on his exposed thighs (those shorts were really rather short, weren’t they?). Damn, those are truly something to behold. You’d never considered yourself a leg woman before, but those yellow shorts are changing your outlook.

As you drag your appreciative gaze back up his body and face (was that a freckle on his top lip?), you realize Yellow Shorts is looking right back at you. You get lost in his dark brown eyes for a moment until it dawns on you that you’ve just been busted checking this gorgeous man out. His smile grows impossibly wider as your cheeks grow hot. Damn your easy blushes.

You quickly break eye contact, busying yourself with digging through your leather satchel, pretending to look for your pencils. Your hands are actually trembling a bit, and you can feel your heart pounding. How can a 5-second eye lock have such an effect on you? Yellow Shorts is still talking to Namjoon, but every time you accidentally look in their direction (who are you kidding? Your stare is drawn to him like you're magnetized), you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.

Suddenly, Namjoon breaks the tension by clapping his hands together, drawing the attention of everyone sitting at their easels. You turn your attention towards your teacher, but out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Yellow Shorts slipping away towards the screen in the corner of the studio. Is he the model for tonight? You could only be so lucky.

“Hey guys, welcome to week three! Glad you could all make it out on this rainy evening.” Namjoon addresses the class, a dimple appearing in his right cheek as he smiles. “By now, you’re all pretty familiar with the drill, right? We’ll start off with 5 minutes of quick warm-up sketches, and then move into some 10-minute poses. 15 minute coffee break at the hour mark, and then we’ll do a 45-minute pose. Sound good?” He nudges his black-rimmed glasses up his nose as your classmates murmur their agreement.

As you pull your sketchbook out of your bag, you think back to how you’d ended up in this studio in the first place.

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You’d just ended an 18-month long relationship a few months prior. It was a reasonably amicable breakup--no cheating or dramatics. You had just… fallen out of love. In fact, you weren’t sure if you were ever actually in love. Your relationship had quickly fizzled out of the honeymoon stage, so towards the end, you were in a rut of watching bad tv together on the couch nightly, your ex playing Overwatch on his laptop while you browsed Twitter on your phone. Your sex life wasn’t any more interesting--you hadn’t even “Overwatch and chilled” in quite a while. One night, you looked over at him and realized you had no desire to do this for the next 40 years, and told him it was over. He shrugged, barely looking up from his game.

However, no matter how boring it had been towards the end, it had been comfortable companionship, so your apartment now seemed empty at night. Even the stereotypical post-breakup gym routine couldn’t fill the hours, although you had never looked better. You thought about getting back into the dating game, but the selection of men on the apps was, to put it lightly, terrible.

One night, you were out at a bar with your best friend getting wine-drunk and complaining about your boredom. Ashley took a long sip of her drink before looking at you over her glass. “You know what you need? You need a hobby. And no, Twitter and Tinder don’t count.”

“Twitter is a perfectly valid hobby. I’m keeping up on the latest political news and memes! Plus did you see the latest posts from Mark Ruffalo? That guy is a genius.” You drained the last of your glass and looked around for the server. You needed another drink.

Ashley scoffed. “You’re not even keeping up with politics. You’re getting into flamewars with people over the latest episode of the Bachelorette.” Damn. Your best friend knew you too well. She turned her head and effortlessly flagged the server over while checking her watch. Twenty minutes left for happy hour specials. “Hi, can we get two more glasses of the rosé please?”

You resisted the urge to check your Twitter account and incur more of Ashley’s scorn. “What do you suggest, then?”

“My coworker, you know the one that had the breakdown after she walked in on her husband fucking the babysitter?” Ashley paused as the server dropped off the fresh drinks. You nodded--that was a juicy story you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. “Anyway, she started taking art classes at the rec center. She does everything from pottery to watercolors. Apparently, her psychologist recommended it, but she loves it. She never stops talking about how healing it’s been.”

You wrinkled your nose. “The rec center? I thought those classes were for kids and senior citizens.”

“She did mention there are a lot of old people in her classes. But get this--the drawing teacher was this really hot Korean guy. With dimples.” Ashley gave you a meaningful look. She really did know you too well.

“Ehh… art class? I don’t know if that’s really my thing. I haven’t touched a sketchbook in years.” You had actually been a decent artist in high school, but had dropped it in college as you got wrapped up in your classes and parties. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d done anything artistic, outside of mandatory bridesmaid crafting duties for bridal showers and bachelorette parties.

“Hot. Korean. Guy. With. Dimples.” Wine splashed out of Ashley’s glass as she jabbed your finger at you for emphasis. “Plus, getting some culture could be healing for you. It worked for Jessica. You really need to get out of the apartment more.”

You gently grabbed Ashley’s glass, rescuing the wine from her flailing and promptly. pouring it down your throat. “I’ll think about it.” You weren’t going to think about it. There was no way you were going to take an art class with a bunch of senior citizens, even with the lure of a hot instructor.

Two drinks later for each of you, Ashley was squinting at your credit card, trying to type the numbers into the rec center’s shitty website on her phone. “Boom, you’re signed up. Class starts Monday so you’d better get your supplies this weekend.”

In your rosé-induced haze, what you hadn’t realized is that Ashley had signed you up for a figure drawing class. You were in for a double shock when you walked into the rec center 10 minutes late that first Monday night. The first shock, that the teacher, Namjoon, really was that hot (with fantastic dimples)--and the second shock, that there was a nude middle-aged man posing on a couch on a small stage.

Much to your surprise (and Ashley’s smugness), the figure drawing class really was enjoyable. Namjoon was a great teacher--patient and encouraging--and you’d forgotten how good it felt to create something rather than just passively consuming media. You’d even gotten used to the nudity as you focused on capturing the model in efficient pencil strokes in your sketchbook. Your first few figure sketches were horribly amateur, but you soon got caught up in the art, and the first two classes had flown by. The second week’s model had been a young college-aged woman with the most amazing tiger tattoo covering her back, which had been a lot of fun to draw. You had been looking forward to what week three would bring, but you had no idea what was really in store for you.

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As you finish setting out your pencils and erasers, you notice motion from the corner of the room again. The hot guy from earlier emerges from behind the screen… and he's no longer wearing the shorts, but is wrapped in a knee-length gray robe. Oh holy shit, he really is the model for the night. One of your pencils goes flying out of your suddenly-clammy grip and clatters across the floor, rolling to a stop in front of Yellow Shorts. Your face bursts into flames again.

His face scrunches up into a warm smile. “Oops! You might need this.” He bends over (don’t look at his ass, don’t look at his ass), scoops the pencil up, and saunters over to your desk. The pencil appears in your line of vision where you're staring fixedly down at your sketchbook. Slowly, you look up and meet his twinkling eyes. His smile doesn’t dim as you stare blankly up at him and the little dimples in his cheeks, but he waves the pencil in front of you again. Your attention caught by his hands, you suddenly notice how long and elegant his fingers are. He wears a silver ring on his middle finger, and a delicate chain on his wrist.

As if in a dream, you finally take the pencil from him. Your hand brushes his. His fingers are warm and dry, but you feel your breath catch at the light touch. He drags a fingertip across your palm as he lets go of the pencil. Your eyes snap up to his, which look decidedly darker. But his light tone of voice doesn’t match his eyes as he simply says, “Here you go! Please use it to draw me well!” He turns away to join Namjoon in front of the stage.

Namjoon chuckles quietly. “Everyone, this is Hoseok, our model for tonight. Some of you might know him already. He’s the dance teacher here at the rec center, but moonlights as an art model in his free time.” A dancer, of course. That explains the muscle. Your blush still hasn’t gone down and your palm is still tingling as you try not to stare at his toned legs. Namjoon turns to Hoseok and claps him on the shoulder. “We’ll start with the 5-minute warmup first, so just change your pose every time you hear the timer beep.”

Yellow Shorts--Hoseok--nods cheerfully. “Aye aye, boss!” He steps up on the stage and unceremoniously shrugs out of his robe, laying it to one side and sitting down on the chaise lounge. All of the blood that had previously been in your cheeks is now rushing down to lower parts as you’re treated to an uninterrupted view of his sinuous body. He’s perfect. His collarbones catch the light as he turns his face to the side, revealing a sharp profile. His biceps flex lightly as he lowers himself down on one elbow, accentuating the line from his elegant shoulders to his narrow waist. A very defined v-line draws your eyes from his lean abs to his relaxed cock resting on one of his gorgeous thighs. You subtly squeeze your legs together under your desk at the sight. Shit, even his dick is perfect. You genuinely think your heart might stop--but what a way to go.

Suddenly, your lustful reverie is broken by the sound of the timer going off, indicating that a minute in the quick sketch period had gone by and it’s time for Hoseok to switch poses. You haven’t drawn a single line in your sketchbook yet. You’re fucked.

read part 2

#bts smut #jhope smut #hoseok smut #hoseok/reader #j-hope smut #hobi smut #hoseok x reader #j-hope x reader

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deansinkdbitch · 5 years

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In your Room - Constantine X reader

Note: Just fluff. I've not written anything in years so it's not great but I was impatient for a X reader fic based on this song by Halestorm. If you haven't heard it, I highly recommend you go search it on YouTube. This is also set way before the shows.

Now for the fic:

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In your room

Your life was far from easy and simple. It was hectic and chaotic and dark. Yet in a strange way, you were okay with that. Yes, it meant you were on medication for your mental state every night and sometimes you truly felt crazy. However, you had a grip on it. You knew your triggers and you knew when to take yourself out of those triggering situations.

You had a job and you had your hobbies. You worked with sick children and turned to art to de-stress your mind. You found there was nothing that a colouring pencil or paintbrush couldn’t brush away in your mind. That was until one evening when a rogue dishevelled blonde man entered your life in a dirty tan trenchcoat and loose red tie round his neck whilst smoking a cigarette. His name? John Constantine.

It’s just like your dear ol' Pa would say. “There’s always gonna be someone out there that you’ll cross paths with, who’ll make you feel not so crazy. Someone will make you second guess how bad you got it in your own life, and in that moment darlin' you’ll not be the one need saving but the saviour.”

Quite frankly, you always thought he was batshit crazy. But overtime you realised his words never get disproven. That’s how you came to doing the job you do. You wanted to do good and not be that damsel in distress. You were never one to play the Rapunzel role in your story.

Now; back to John Constantine. Master of the dark arts. Even now that self title makes you chuckle to yourself. You have no idea why, it just does. John came into your life by sheer chance. You were just minding your own business listening to your music walking home from work. It was still muggy out despite being dusk as you worked late to finish clearing up the activities from the day, when a cockney British accent broke you out of your thoughts. “Excuse me love, you got a light? My lighter has run dry”.

“Sorry. Don’t smoke.” You responded, barely looking at him at first. “Bollocks. Okay thanks anyway.” Came the next reply out of his mouth. With a simple nod of your head, you continued your walk home, not realising this same blonde man was following you and somehow had lit his cigarette which contradicted his earlier question to you.

Within fifteen minutes you were home and inside. Throwing your bag on the hallway floor you walked into your living room, slumped onto your dark teal sofa and kicked your old sneakers off your feet. You pulled your feet up, turned the TV on and checked your phone for any messages that may or may not have come through during your shift. “No new messages” it read. “Pfft. Typical.” You scoffed to yourself. Instead of putting your phone down you decided to order a takeout as you felt lazy when it came cooking tonight and you felt like sketching more instead. “What to have tonight [y/n]? Hmm... Pizza it is!” with a few taps you had your favourite pizza and sides ordered which meant you could now lean over to your coffee table and grab your sketch pad and pencils.

*Knock knock knock*

The rapping at the door brought you out of your thoughts and off your sofa. Opening the front door your pizza was in the hands of that same blonde you briefly saw earlier. “You order love. Pizza is a bit cliche no?” he spoke with a grin on his face. You grabbed the boxes off of him, looking passed him to find the real delivery boy. “Paid him for you to let me deliver it myself” he said with a cocky attitude. “Why? And did you follow me home? Who the hell are you?”

“John Constantine” he flatly introduced himself whilst pushing his way inside your home.

That was five years ago and here you were standing outside his private room in your house knocking on the door.

“John, let me in. There’s nothing that’ll worry me. I’ve been here for the things you have shown me and I wanna see the rest. I’m right here for you. I know you’ve lost people before, I know you don’t trust many people, but you KNOW you can trust me. You’re safe here... Just let me in your room.”

You stayed outside his door and vowed to yourself you would not move until he opened up. You let him live in your home for all these years and yet he shuts you out a lot. You can tell he’s bottling up negative emotions that haunt him. You just didn’t know exactly what. He was always there for your melt downs, your anger outbursts and those days you came home from work in a total wreck because one of your kids didn’t make it to group day due to losing their life to a terminal illness. So why wouldn’t he let you do the same for him? So many thoughts ran through your brain when you heard the lock click and you had to stop yourself from falling like a heavy plank of wood into John.

“I lost HER.... She was just a kid...” he mumbled quietly that it took a second or two to clock what he said and about who. “Oh John...” was all you could say before he just fell into your arms, head on your shoulder and for the first time in five years you heard him sob. Wrapping your arms around him you let him get everything out he needed to without saying a single word.

“That goddamn demon bastard took her and I couldn’t stop him” he sobbed. His words didn’t shake you the way they would to anyone else. You knew his job. Yet hearing he lost the one child he swore to protect broke you in two. You’ve lost kids, so you had an inkling to how he felt. Without saying a word, you guided him back into his room and just sat up on the spare bed, guiding him over where he curled up on you, resting his head on your shoulder and gripping you for dear life. “I’ve gotta get her back. I WILL get her back” he mumbled defiantly. “I know you will” you simply say.

Ten years had passed and John had since moved out and always on the move. His determination to make amends for that fateful night took over his entire being. You barely heard from him and it made your heart ache. For the first year you checked your phone constantly in the hopes he’d let you know he was still alive. Now you just went with hope. You were certain he never realised just how much you had fallen in love with him. Hell, you were adamant he never truly loved you and saw you as that friend with benefits. You tried to have a couple of relationships but neither worked out. No one understood you or tried to change you. Things took their toll on your health and you were nearing being done with life completely. You barely left your room and just sketched constantly when you weren’t sleeping.

Just as your hand began to shake, making your pencil wobble in your hand you let yourself have your nightly break down. “Dammit! Why can’t I feel better already?” you cried when a knock on your door came in response. “Let me in your room love”

Those words...that accent. They shook you to your core. “even if your walls are black and you look a mess, I wanna see.” The words kept coming and you knew you spoke those very words ten years ago. Scrambling off your bed and over to your door, you took a deep breath before unlocking the door and looked into those very eyes you craved for for ten years.

“Hello love” John simply greeted before letting you fall into his arms, gripping you tightly. “Sorry it’s been so long...” he apologised, letting you take all the time you needed to comprehend he was back in your life. “You’re a dick for leaving, yet I still love you” you cried in a muffled manner in his shoulder.

“I know....I didn’t just leave for revenge... I left because I love you and didn’t want to risk getting you killed.” John replied back and that was all you needed to hear to grip him tighter and really take in his presence.

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