My two favourite characters ever from Mochizuki Jun’s two recent series, Vanitas from The Case Study of Vanitas and Alice from Pandora Hearts… to wish… A belated birthday to my friend @meeerleee … thank you for always encouraging me about my art skills ;_;
I fell headover heels in love with @trash-chan-art‘s beatiful son Rovil. He’s the cutest Halfling but he’s also possessed by an incubus so he’s monster enough for me.
I had been traveling for a long time. I had just finished dealing with a mess up north. Now all I wanted to do was find a warm bed and sleep for a good solid week. It’s growing bitterly cold and I am not well equipped. It’s late by the time I find a small village. By then I am not able to find lodging or no one is opening their doors. The gnawing voice at the back of my mind is cackling at me.
I sit down on a set of stairs, wrapping my cloak around me as tightly as I can. If this is all I have, then it is what I have to work with. I just can’t help imagining a nice, soft, down bed and waking to pancakes and coffee in the morning.
hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3
warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.
They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.
“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.
“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.
He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.
“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.
“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.
“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.
She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.
Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”
“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.
“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.
“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.
“Stiles,” she warned.
“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.
“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”
His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”
Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would.
“Enlighten me,” she smiled.
“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”
He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.
“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.
“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.
She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.
“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.
“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.
“What?” he said again.
“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”
“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.
“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.
“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”
“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.
Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.
“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.
“Ouch,” she said.
“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.
“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.
“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”
“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.
“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.
“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.
“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”
“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”
“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.
“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.
“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged.
“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.
“Like I give great cuddles.”
“From practicing with your pillow?”
“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”
“From practicing on your hand?”
“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”
“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”
Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”
They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.
His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”
“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.
He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.
“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.
“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.
“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.
“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”
For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.
She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”
The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy, the lights were blurring.
“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”
“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.
“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”
“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.
“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.
“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.
“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.
“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.
It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.
“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.
“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.
Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.
“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.
“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.
“Yeah?” he breathed.
“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.
“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.
Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.
“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.
“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.
“I really tried,” she laughed.
He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.
“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.
“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?”
so many important things happen when kairi meets aqua in birth by sleep, from aqua inadvertently performing the rite of succession on her (thus granting kairi a keyblade in kh2), and aqua casting a protection charm that allows kairi to end up in the destiny islands in the first place after her home world is destroyed. it’s no exaggeration to say this meeting changes kairi’s life forever in a very dramatic way.
….buuut when i sat down to draw that dramatic and life-changing moment, this is what came out instead, so enjoy a silly picture of little kairi and aqua being a fabulous squad that’s about to show up somewhere 15 minutes late with starbucks (bby kairi is too little for coffee, so she got a pastry)