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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 2 months

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’Cause Daddy Doesn’t Love Me, Mommy is a God

it’s here!! Almost 3k words of Jay centric angst why do these keep getting longer. this is split into two scenes; one from Jay’s childhood, the other right before he becomes a ninja. warning for one instance of mild swearing, cross posted to ao3

Jay poked at his cereal sluggishly. It was the first day of term break and he was all alone in the house. Again. Dad had gone to work, he was pretty sure, and wouldn’t be back until night. The housekeeper and nanny, Ms. Peony, was at her daughter’s wedding this week. None of the other employees were here today either, meaning that Jay had the house all to himself.

Giving up on his cereal, which had begun to get soggy, Jay went upstairs to his room. For other people, the house may have been considered eerily quiet, but for Jay it was normal. The only sounds he could hear were his own footsteps and the air humidifier. Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.

Jay looked over his comic book collection. He had quite a few, ranging from Fritz Donnegan to Spider-Man to Wonder Woman. None of them seemed particularly interesting right now, though. Not even the Fritz Donnegan ones, which were his favourite.

Maybe I can draw something, he thought. Pulling out some colour pencils and paper, Jay quickly sketched out a dragon. He liked dragons. Cole’s mom had told them stories about them. The dragon he’d drawn was blue, with yellow stripes and fire coming out of its mouth. Pretty cool, in his opinion. Maybe Dad could hang it up on the fridge.

Speaking of Dad, Jay missed him. It was just the two of them when Jay was little, and now he was always busy. Jay missed when they would curl up on the couch with popcorn and watch a silly movie together.

Shaking his head to snap out of the old memories, Jay picked up another sheet of paper. Thinking about the past wouldn’t change the present. He went to go get the markers — he wasn’t technically allowed to use them, but they were needed for his new drawing.

Uncapping the orange marker lead him to realise it was dried out. He tried the red one instead, getting the same results. A third test showed that all the markers were likely dried and unusable.

Great. Now he really had nothing to do. It seemed too early for TV, and he didn’t want to bother plugging in the video games. Oh, wait! There was a landline in the house. Jay wasn’t entirely sure how to use it, but maybe he could call Cole. Cole was always good company.

Marching down the stairs now that he had renewed purpose, Jay found the landline and tried to remember Cole’s number. It wasn’t technically his, much like how the number Jay had given him wasn’t actually Jay’s, but it would contact Cole.

Punching in the numbers, Jay watched the phone ring. Someone picked up on the fourth one. “Hello?” That someone said. It was Cole’s mom.

“Hi, Mrs. Hence, it’s Jay,” Jay started. “I’m looking for Cole?”

“Oh, I’m afraid he’s not here right now,”

Jay felt a pang of disappointment at that. “That’s alright. Thanks,” he hung up before Mrs. Hence could respond. It was rude, Jay knew, but he did it anyway.

Now what could he do? It wasn’t even lunch yet, and Dad wouldn’t be back until after dinner. Jay had no one to talk to for the entire day.

Maybe a nap was the solution, Jay decided. Mrs. Chan, his old babysitter, had often said that sleeping helped pass the time. Though he wasn’t sure if that applied to kids, or just grown-ups.

It was worth a shot. Jay went back to his room, Spider-Man crawling up the stairs, and jumped onto the bed. His blankets were still rumpled from the morning, his stuffed animals shoved into the corner.

Jay closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was harder than expected. The light kept shining into his eyes. Groaning, he pulled the blanket over his head, trapping himself in darkness. Much better, Jay thought.

He woke up at about five in the afternoon, well past lunch but still before his dad would return. Jay rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dragged himself out of bed. Mrs. Chan had been right. Now, time to get a late lunch (did it still count as lunch?) and some water.

After a quick snack of potato chips and chocolate, Jay was feeling much better. Junk food was always good for energy, and Dad would (hopefully) be home by 9:00. He could watch movies until then.

Turning on the television and scrolling through Netflix, Jay found that there weren’t a lot of movies he wanted to watch. Giving a brief shudder at Coraline, he eventually clicked on Into the Spider-verse. It was a good enough movie.

One movie marathon later, it was already seven o’clock. Jay went to the pantry and grabbed some instant ramen as dinner — perhaps not the healthiest, but definitely tasty.

It was getting dark, now. Soon it would be completely pitch black. Jay hoped that Dad got home before that. He didn’t like staying at home alone during the night.

Jay slurped up the rest of his dinner and put the bowl in the sink. He’d deal with that later, right now he wanted to play with his action figures.

Fritz Donnegan lands on the ground, sticking a perfect landing. “No sign of any ambush,” he says. “I’m going to look around, stay on guard.” He takes a step forward, and then—

Downstairs, the front door slammed closed. Jay looked up at the sudden noise, and jumped to his feet upon realising that his dad was home.

“Dad!” Jay ran into his father’s arms, hugging him as tightly as a nine-year-old could.

“Hello, Jay,” Dad said. He pried Jay’s arms off himself.

Jay tried not to let that sting. “I drew a picture for you!” He exclaimed.

“Mhm,”

“Don’t you want to see it?”

Dad sighed. “Not right now, Jay.”

“Okay,” Jay said. “I’ve already had dinner, so there’s no need to cook for me,”

“That’s good,”

“I called Cole, too, but he wasn’t there. I did watch a movie, though. It was fun!”

“I need to shower and eat, Jay,” and oh, that was Dad’s ‘I’m Getting Tired and You Need to be Quiet’ voice. “You should go to bed now,”

“Okay,” Jay ran back upstairs. He hadn’t even gotten to show Dad his dragon picture.

Jay looked up at the mansion he called home and frowned. Dad was considering sending him to boarding school after all the trouble he’d been getting into. “It wasn’t my fault,” Jay had screamed last night. Dad had started yelling, and he hadn’t wanted to deal with it anymore. Jay had stormed out the door and didn’t come back until Dad was asleep.

No one was home right now, so Jay let himself in. Dad was still out with his girlfriend, Amanda. Yet another woman who treated Jay like he was rubbish, or pretended like he didn’t exist. After all, nobody wanted to deal with the illegitimate son of Cliff Gordon, Jay thought bitterly. Nobody except Cole, and he’d been gone for years by now.

Kicking off his shoes and shoving them in the hallway closet, Jay went to his room and collapsed on the ground. He didn’t bother locking the door. Dad would be out all night.

Scrolling through his phone showed nothing of interest. There was a new trailer for some action movie, but it wasn’t like Jay had anyone to go see it with. Also, Jay didn’t want to see anything with his dad’s face in it.

Hmm. Jay’s thoughts drifted to the makeshift hang glider shoved up in the attic. It was one of the results from his venture into DIY-ing. (Not that Jay didn’t do inventing anymore, just that it was one of the earlier projects.)

“Where are you?” Jay muttered to himself as he dug through the attic. It was shoved full of old trinkets and boxes. None of them seemed to be labelled. So far he’d found two boxes of old books and papers, five boxes of assorted junk, and one box of family photos. But no hang glider.

He squeezed past another crumbling box of who-knows-what and threw aside an old lamp. Jay figured it was yet another priceless antique that had been left to rot, much like the other twelve pieces of junk he’d found so far.

His efforts were finally rewarded when he found the hang glider dumped into a corner. Picking it up and shaking the dust away revealed that it was (mostly) in good condition. Now to get it out of the attic and to a good hang gliding place. Doing his best to fold it up, Jay dragged the hang glider though mountains of boxes and down the stairs. Huffing and sweaty, he glared at it.

“You’re a lot more trouble than I expected,” he said. “This better be a fun activity,”

Getting the hang glider into his car proved easier than finding it. The trunk was just barely big enough to fit it. Jay wasn’t technically allowed to drive, but Ninjago City wasn’t known for good law enforcement anyway.

The commute took just over an hour — enough time for Jay to finish the podcast he’d been listening to.

“Ugh, finally,” he muttered as he parked the car in place. Dragging the hang glider out, Jay found the nearest skyscraper and climbed up. He got strange looks for it, and it was a weird sight to see a teenager with what was essentially an oversized kite, but he managed.

The building he’d chosen was a good spot for hang gliding. With lots of other buildings around it, Jay had a much better chance of not falling to his death and landing safely on another rooftop. Sure, it was probably illegal, but no one would notice. Hopefully. Jay really hadn’t thought this through.

Well, too late to back out now. Jay spread the glider’s wings, checked to make sure he was fully strapped in, and jumped.

It was exhilarating for the first few seconds, but Jay quickly found that the rest of it was terrible. The glider worked — he had gotten a smooth takeoff, and he wasn’t falling to his death, but Jay should have realised the billboards scattered around were a hazard. He crashed into one with about as much grace as a manatee and collapsed. The world was swirling. Jay bet that if anyone could see him, they’d see birds flying around his head.

“Well, isn’t this an interesting sight?” A voice startled Jay out of his dizziness.

“Wh— huh?” Jay looked up, head still spinning, to see an old man sitting calmly and drinking tea.

“Who are you?” He blurted, then realised that was probably rude.

The old man didn’t seem offended. “A dreamer, like you,” he said.

Jay resisted the urge to call the old man crazy and run away screaming. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You may call me Wu. I’ve been waiting for you for a while,”

“What are you, some kinda stalker?” Jay narrowed his eyes.

“No, nothing like that. I want to offer you an opportunity,”

“An opportunity?” Jay parroted.

“Yes. There is a dark force rising, and I cannot stop it on my own. You have great potential. I want to train you in the ways of spinjitsu,”

“I don’t— what?” Jay’s head spun from all the new information. Or maybe that was the probable concussion.

“You have potential you are not aware of, and I can help you unlock it,” Wu sipped his tea.

“What’s this ‘spinjitsu’ gig going to involve? I wanna know what I’m getting into,”

“You would be able to help people. And the world could very much depend on you,”

Do it, something in Jay whispered. He took a breath and put a determined look on his face. “I’ll do it,” he said carefully, “but I need to pack first. And I can’t just run off without telling anyone,”

Wu nodded. “Of course. Meet me here tomorrow at sunrise, and we will start your training,”

“Yeah, sure,”

Wu smiled, picked up his teapot, and walked to the side of the building. When Jay blinked, he had vanished. Stupid cryptid old man and his stupid cryptic messages.

Jay left the remains of his glider on the rooftop. It was unsalvageable, and Jay figured that he wouldn’t have a use for it anymore. He found his car, shoved the parking ticket into his pocket, and drove home.

The house had lights on when he returned — that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that Dad was back, which meant the argument from yesterday would start again. Great.

Jay opened the door as quietly as he could, cringing at the creaky noises it made. You would think a multimillionaire celebrity could afford to oil his door hinges, but apparently not.

Dad was standing in the main hall when Jay turned around.

“Where have you been?” He snapped. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour now.”

Jay scowled and looked at his dad angrily. “I was out.”

“Out doing what? I grounded you,”

“Doing stuff,”

“You are grounded. You’re not allowed to leave this house.” Dad glared at Jay, but it had lost the intimidation factor years ago.

“Well, I did. And it’s not like you would’ve noticed,” Jay said that last part under his breath, but Dad still caught it.

“Why wouldn’t I notice?”

“Because you’re never around! There! I said it! You’re never around, you don’t ever know where I am, you don’t care about me!” Jay exploded. “All you care about is your stupid career and fancy house,” Wow, where had all that come from? Jay wasn’t normally very vocal towards his dad.

“Jason Edward Gordon! Go to your room and don’t look at me until you’ve apologised.” Dad glowered.

“Well then, I guess I’m not gonna look at you ever again,” Jay spat. He marched up the stairs and slammed the door.

Cursing under his breath, Jay stomped around the room and looked for his backpack. If he was going to become some sort of ass-kicking vigilante, he’d need supplies.

Clothes. A couple pairs of socks. Water bottle. Headphones. Tablet. All these items were shoved into a duffel bag — the backpack wasn’t big enough. Though Jay was still bringing the backpack, because it was cool.

He made a point to be as quiet as possible. Let Dad think he was sulking, when really he was plotting an escape. The old man Wu had said to meet at sunrise, but Jay would have had to pack even if he wasn’t running away, so it didn’t make a difference to do it early.

Jay looked into his drawers for anything he might want to keep. There probably wouldn’t be any coming back after he left. He found multiple trinkets he’d bring — an old pocket knife, some notebooks, a portable charger. All of those would be useful.

Digging even further led him to find an old bracelet. It was old and tattered, and the little star charm was banged up, but Jay remembered this bracelet. Cole had given it to him right before he got shipped to boarding school. Jay slipped it into his pocket.

A bottle of lotion got thrown into the mess that was his bag too, along with a couple books. Jay left his phone. He didn’t want to get tracked, and he rather doubted Wu had Wi-Fi.

Zipping up the duffle bag and shoving it under his bed proved easy enough. Jay thought about writing a note, but decided not to. Not like Dad would bother reading it. He fell into a dreamless sleep quickly.

At exactly four o’clock in the morning, Jay’s alarm sounded. He didn’t normally wake up so early, but sacrifices had to be made if he wanted to get to Ninjago City before sunrise. He grabbed his duffle bag and crept down to the kitchen, planning to get a quick breakfast. He didn’t expect his dad to be sitting at the table.

They made eye contact. Dad opened his mouth, clearly planning to ask what Jay was doing, so Jay spoke first. “I’m leaving,” he said.

That seemed to stun Dad into silence. “What?” He finally croaked out, face a perfect mask of shock and confusion.

“I’m leaving,” Jay repeated, “I don’t know if I’ll be back.”

“Why?”

Jay shuffled his feet. This conversation had not been a part of his plan. “I got an offer,” he decided to say. “I was told that I have potential, and that I could unlock it,”

Dad rose to his feet. “Who?” He demanded. “Who told you that?”

“Just someone,” Jay shrugged.

Dad narrowed his eyes. “Was his name Wu?”

“I— yeah,” Jay admitted.

“I should have known,” Dad sighed. “Your mother knew him. She always said that you’d have to make a choice, someday. I suppose this is that choice.”

“Mom knew him?”

“I don’t know all the details, but yes. You should go. I think we both need time alone, and it’ll be good for you. Just stay safe,”

“You don’t get to parent me after ten years of forgetting me,” Jay snapped.

Dad looked at him with sad eyes. “I know,” he said. “I wasn’t cut out to be a parent. If you don’t come back, I understand.”

Jay thought back to his earliest memories. Their relationship hadn’t always been this strained — he could remember good times, with movie nights and silly dance parties and being tucked into bed with a kiss. But he couldn’t find the words to say all that, so instead he said, “I’ll tell you if stuff happens.” An inadequate response, but it would have to do.

Dad nodded grimly. “You can take the car,”

Jay nodded back and took the keys. He walked out the door, started the car, and didn’t look back. He’d have to drive quickly if he wanted to make it by sunrise.

#Jay is not having a good time in this one #I tried to make his meeting with Wu parallel the one in canon #I think it turned out pretty well #the next one focuses on Cole and Lilly's death #it's going to be split into 2 chapters most likely #bruise childhood friends au #jay walker #cliff gordon #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago fic #kit's writing

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starsh0cked · 3 months

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okay so. two things!! first of all, over the course of january (and the beginning of february) i participated in the kirby oc secret santa, which was wonderfully hosted by @/moonverc3x. i was lucky enough to be the santa for @/starflungwaddledee, and ended up with two of my best pieces so far!!

these were CHALLENGING, though. which is where the second thing comes in!! under the cut, i'll be going over some of the sketches, drafts and phases of either piece! there's also a speedpaint. exciting!!

i'll be starting with my starstruck piece! the theme here was wanderlust - literally one of the most whimsical words i know - and generally anything to do with the stars. i had a few things in mind, but considering how long it sometimes takes to make artwork, i decided to roll with what inspired me the most.

this is the final sketch compared to the final artwork. certainly one of the crazier transformations i've done. i had a mental image of most parts of the artwork, from the material of starstruck's bow to the lighting cast by the stars. everything except for the grass (i hate grass!!) i ended up rendering the grass and background first, anyway.

doing the background before the rest of the artwork helps define the lighting and shadows! if i decided to draw starstruck before the background, i'd have to draw it according to the lighting.

weird explanation, but in summary: background before character helps the character look like a part of the environment! character before background means extra steps need to be taken before the character fits in the environment!

starstruck's bow was also a decent challenge! i'm a fan of bows and satin, so a satin bow sounded like a good idea. it was, but i've never drawn satin before. the workaround was an active satin study! i stared at a satin bow i found on pinterest and tried to understand how light spread over the material. it's quite interesting!!

you might notice that i flipped the direction of the shooting stars. this is for composition reasons!! i wanted to make starstruck the obvious focus, and while the contrast between her warmer palette and the background's cooler palette easily achieve that, i wanted to cement it. i also added little hand drawn sparklies everywhere. because i like it.

of course, i have to talk about the eyes!! if anything, i noticed that in all of starflung's drawings of starstruck, she had really glittery eyes. literally adorable. so i made it my mission to capture her feelings in her eyes!! i had a lot of fun making them super shiny and adding little stars in there. i also needed to pay attention to the subtle gradient, though - they fade from blue to pink if you zoom into starflung's artworks - and decided to keep it vibrant.

okay. thats all for this one!! i'd like to mention that in the original sketch for this specific pose, bandee was in the background. i really regret scrapping that now. oh, well!

time for morpho dee! i'll be starting for with the speedpaint for this one, mainly because it sort of explains some of the process by itself.

i restarted the shading... three or four times at least? so yeah. i was losing it on this piece. i'll be completely honest, i contemplated dropping it for the sake of meeting the deadline. it wasn't stressing me out, but i had studies to worry about too, and i was worried that it wouldn't be of great quality? but after some advice from my beloved older sister, i managed to turn the tide!!

this is a first for me, but everything here was a challenge. if you scroll through my account and the few artworks i've posted, you'll notice that i draw gijinkas far more than orbs. now, you may be wondering why this didn't pose so much of an issue for my starstruck piece! it's mainly because i chose a far simpler pose for her than i did for morpho over here.

for morpho, the artwork needed to be dramatic. i draw cutesy things - while i've always wanted to draw something dramatic, i've never pushed myself to do it. until this artwork! i went for a dynamic pose which would (hopefully) pull the viewer's eye towards morpho dee. that's what's up with the foreshortned spear! i also realised that the plcement of his feet would be quite significant to the artwork. you might not know this, but feet are my greatest enemy. i'm still trying to figure out how best to draw them for people or orbs, but i'm getting there.

after 'lineart' (which really ended up being a cleaned sketch - this was supposed to be linelessly rendered, but i gave up on that) the pose was no longer a problem. because the shading was! hooray!!

nothing has quite bewildered me like metal shading has. i've shaded gold. satin. cotton, fluffy scarves, shiny things, grass. yet metal shading continues to elude me! this was, hands down, the most difficult part of this artwork. i struggled to make sense of how the lighting was supposed to work, even with references. and every time i thought it made sense, i ended up with something i didn't like the look of. the solution? long breaks, more references and pinterest tutorials. i have no clue how i managed this, but we got here anyways. i finished it off by colouring the lineart according to the shading.

i have experience with drawing fire, at least! it was three or four years ago in an old artwork, but i have experience! i simply had to figure out how to work it into the atmosphere. for the glow, i duplicated the layer, gaussian blurred it and used a slight glow layer! i did something similar for the durst particles, but i used motion blur instead.

i also want to talk about the spear a little bit. you might notice that i added a bit of ambient glow around the blue gem. that was with the light intensity in mind, but also for a sense of realism! i also had to keep the pink light in mind, though. so i ended up using an airbrush to create a base for the lighting and i continued from there. i added a few scratches on the handle just to give it a bit more life, too.

and, finally, a one-to-one comparison between the sketch and the final! i have literally no idea how i pulled either of these pieces off, but i'm quite proud of them.

i recommend you drop by @/kirbyoc-secretsanta for other artworks! a total of 75 artists participated, so there are plenty of super cool ocs to adore over there and new artists to find!! this was my first secret santa experience, and @/moonverc3x made an amazing host (thank you for hosting, by the way!!) bye bye!!

#kirby #digital art #starstruck dee #morpho dee #sorry to everyone who thought this was short. and sorry to everyone who reblogs this #it really wasn't supposed to be so long but i had a lot to talk about #i'm pretty sure i've covered everything though #but these were a thrill to make!!#i've always wanted to make fanart for starflung because her characters are so cool and unique #so i was hoping to get her in the santa and. somehow i did #yeah i screamed when that happened. heehee #but!! i'll probably try to participate in more events like this!! this was super fun!!#i literally cannot thank moon enough for being such a great host #i'm generally a nervous person when it comes to talking online but moon was quite warm and sociable!!#this was an exciting first time for me!!#glitter in my ink

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humanmorph · 5 months

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pal33. i kind of just wanted to post a drawing but ended up writing a ton somehow...

I didn't take a ton of notes for this. I think it's mostly because it's so cold lately I don't feel like taking my hands out of my pockets, and also I'm not great at typing while walking so I'd have to stop, which, cold again!

Keith talking about how ruminating /calms Eclectic down/ made me grasp my head. Like in disbelief. I went HUH?! out loud. I still haven't quite pinned down the exact emotion that was brought forth by, but I think it was partly a kind of the feeling that I was actively being catered to when I wasn't expecting that OR even wanted it like. I already liked the guy. This was unnecessary. And the other part was that I love it. Absolutely obsessed with this flavour of weirdguy-ism. It's so good in a... Hm. Ok I'm having Eclectic thoughts that I'll hold onto for now, but like. "good to have a character sketch" yeah it sure is!

...and here are a bunch of other Eclectic thoughts that aren't the ones I just mentioned. i did not even expect to type all this when i started

(SANGFIELLE SPOILERS IN THIS PARAGRAPH? sorry.) It IS kind of strange to have a new character coming in this late w/ how close the Blue Channel crew is... I've noted before that it's like, different to other FatT seasons were everyone is just so coworkers ever (Sangfielle being the epitome of that. To Me. "[...] and it is you standing over the body of someone you used to work with." BANGER line). Even Phrygian was weird, but in a way that fit because of who they were. What also plays into this is noone except Figure really having space for gravity clocks. Which like... obviously characters can have relationships without those, but there's a reason they exist which is like, this is so important that it has mechanical advantage, or this is something I want to explore, like that means something? And I still wish Phrygian had had more, because the one with Figure didn't even end up coming up like, basically at all. It's a shame Brnine was so popular re: clocks bc those two could've really benefitted from a gravity clock, since they were together on missions a lot with the B-Plot thing. Well and also I liked them. Sigh ok I got sidetracked. Phrygian... But yeah, it may just be that this sortie is exterbating it bc Eclectic is literally by himself fucking around disconnected from everyone going through the horrors together (and that's bonding, baby!). I don't know how much longer the season will be, and maybe the feeling I currently have, which is like "it's the Blue Channel! ...and that other guy" will change. And like if it wasn't clear I do love that other guy I think that other guy is the most immediately compelling character Keith has had (similarly to Phrygian, actually. With Phrydge it was the concept & design that really excited me (Branched!!!) and with Eclectic it's that he's literally so funny and also Keith acts him great)! And he JUST got here, so I don't wanna be unfair. But it's been kicking around in my head & I wanted to write it down at least. It's like, would /I/ like his character to have a deeper connection to the rest of the player characters? Yeah generally I guess I would. Does Keith gaf about that as a player? I don't know that, but it's probably less of an impulse for him than, say, Ali. That would be my guess as a listener, anyways. And I hope Keith is having a better time playing now! It feels like it, but then again I also had no clue that he /didn't/ with Phrygian until he said it. (Still miss Phrygian though. Which is in combat with me being actually really happy with how they end up, like it might be the most a character 'death' on FatT has worked for me (not that there are /that/ many, but still).)

Back to. the episode: Good ep! I don't have all that much to say (OK. LIE). Just a thoroughly good time in a bunch of different ways. Love the singular character focus. Also just really Fun, like, made me laugh a lot. Fun interactions between good friends and whatnot. A bit that made me laugh was at the end when Ali was trying to figure out how to be find a way through the catacombs and suggests something that Austin has this "what?? no. thats scary." reaction to. Wait I'll just get it:

ALI: [talking about navigating the catacombs] And does it involve going through one of these body holes. AUSTIN: (genuinely aghast) Oh my god! ALI: Like, are there other tunnels. AUSTIN: There are other tunnels but you never have to go through a body hole- well, I shouldn't say never. That's SO creepy.

Which then gets the very great visual of Brnine doing that. Like it IS creepy and person having to crawl through tight space IS a thing that just gets me, even though it doesn't really get focus here I can't help but immediately picturing it... I was also for some reason expecting for there to be another body blocking the way... I've said this before and then was immediately like haha jk but I'm over it I will stop pretending I'm NOT kidding. I want Figure to roll worse. I miss Gur. Can you Fail Figure? I miss my friend Gur Sevraq. It's a thin line between that and Figure dying though (I DON'T WANT THIS. Because I want them to go further as a character but also, (thought I had only recently) what happens to my friend. Name of Gur Sevraq?). Anyways Gur... "This is false. But not all false things are impossible. And many have happened before." and "This is a thing that has already happened. She has seen it." <- has me sitting down and stapling my fingers. The. Perennial. Perennial

I don't have anything to say about Brnine aside from that I love them and that Ali is on her A-game. "Brnine is. Brnine and killed the president but is still a goofy loser" like. Ok. That's everything to me

The differences in, say, Thisbe's dream vision vs. Figures is interesting. And Cori falls somewhere in the middle? Like, Figure catching on really quickly, and also being in this situation of... all their friends are dead. People fear them. Being so immediately one that they are uncomfortable in & that feels somewhat alien vs. Thisbe being in a role that she envisions for herself and as such presumably feels comfortable in? Austin seems to be playing at the hooks with the visions (& they are what got immediately affected when they entered those), and for Figure it's probably "The only way to escape the Witch is by endangering others, but they seem eager to accept the risk." that feels the most relevant there? Maybe the Witch part less so, but least Austin mentioning that Cori specifically sacrificed herself to save Figure reminded me of this just now. For Thisbe it's "Fighting is not my purpose, but there is nowhere else for me until the fighting is over.", which I already talked a bit about above, though what's super interesting to me there is that this is obviously not all that's happening. I don't quite know what to do with there being More of Thisbe / units of her type... Or how she feels about that, if any which way. Cori's is interesting too because next to her sword + shield tenets being pulled in (specifically mentioning that they should be on the defense multiple times, which Cori ignores to charge ahead!) it's also the sense of her not wanting to be... underestimated or looked down on. Which is very much the vibe with Elle as a rival btw (it's fun. I'm happy Austin is having a good time with them lol). Oh! Also Austin says something about how it would've gone bad either way (even if Cori HAD stayed back to defend), which is another difference to both of the others visions, but expecially Thisbe's. Vibes just different. Well I'm curious what'll happen there next! Brnine is coming to visit! I didn't even mean to type this much but this really is very cool to me. I'm looping back around to what Gur said, too... Wish they were here...

Oh and Cori being glad to see Figure & hugging them really got to me too. They're sweet :' ).

and finally.

#MILLIEMENTION

I'm a simple woman I hear her name and I clap and cheer. originally this drawing was at the top but then I was like nah this is for people who either read everything OR clicked the readmore to then scroll past it... either way. work for it a little. i liked how it turned out! this is currently my new favourite brush.

#palisadeposting #palisade spoilers

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anasweetlywrites · 5 months

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“ The Project ” Part 3 Tony Stark x Female!Reader

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► ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ◄

Warnings :

Update about the similar situation that's been going on in my life : extremely horrible yesterday, sort of bad yet a little better today so as you probably expected…angst again…

Lots of angst (reader cries but not because Tony did something hurtful to her btw)

Somehow comfort

Some fluff too

Cussing

Mentions about sex somehow but not in a smutty way yet

Coffee consumption

Little mention of Tony’s traumatic experiences

Two p.o.vs

Feedback it's appreciated~

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Words without warnings : 1399

Reader p.o.v

“How is it going?” Tony's voice seemed a little forced to seem joyful and I shivered as soon as I heard him and dropped the pencil on the table.

“Good good…I mean I think it's going good , if you think it's too much I'll just erase some of the things, Mr. Stark.” I answered, turning around to face him and grabbing the pencil again to play with it between my fingers.

“Nothing can be too much in your design. I've said it's your helmet and I've meant it. We'll make it together, based on your sketch and based on my knowledge,of course. Besides, I think it's so badass already!” Tony smirked as he kept checking both sketches on papers and on the floating screens then checked other versions of the helmet I've made, remaining lost in his thoughts for a while.

“Thank you! I'm glad you like it,Mr. Stark!” I've said failing to hide how happy and excited I got as he appreciated my work.

“Call me Tony, please…” He was almost completely absent, absorbed in the sketches and his own project as he remembered to add some more details and started talking with the A.I about them.

I froze in my spot and I opened my mouth to whisper, “I'm afraid, I can't do that…”

“Hmm?Why not? It's not like any of your professors are here to hear you.” He furrowed his eyebrows but his eyes were glued on his project as he noted another formula he needed to use.

“It's not that…” I whispered again and stood up from my chair , “I think it's time for me to leave for today anyway…”

Tony p.o.v

“What?! No!” I was too focused on the frustration I felt as the initial formulas I found didn't work and I unintentionally raised my voice as I spoke.

I allowed my eyes to linger for a few seconds on her body which trembled slightly. “Shit! Didn't mean to scare her…yet I've done it again.”

I closed the project quickly and focused on her but without approaching her and tried to soften my voice, “Sorry , I didn't mean to shout at you.”

“It's just… once I'll call you by your name then maybe you'll want to know more about me and then maybe I'll want to know more about you then once I'll know more about you maybe I'll get too attached too and maybe I'll become clingy and maybe you'll get annoyed and maybe then you'll don't want to be around me anymore and then maybe I'll have to deal with this alone and then I'll be stuck with the memories for months and overworking myself for…and…” She was talking fast and barely took any breaks between the words,tears started falling down her cheeks and she rubbed them off and avoided looking at me or any particular place…

By the end of her “ theory ” I started taking small steps towards her until I slowly pulled her in my arms and she didn't say another word just cried even harder , hiding her face in my shoulder staining my shirt but I didn't care.

I held her closer than I probably ever did with any woman I had in my life until then and I slowly started caressing her spine , until her hiccups calmed down and her sniffles reduced.

I gave her a tissue once one of my robots brought us a box of tissues and she blew her nose loudly making me chuckle a little then she hid her face in my shoulder embarrassed.

I couldn't say anything, I didn't even know what to say. My A.I went silent too , not even the phone rang.

She kept silently crying for a while then she fell asleep… in such a deep sleep that I could tell my A.I that I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the day and to ask people on the same floor to leave and she didn't even flinch in her sleep.

With the path cleared , I carried her in my bedroom and laid her down on my bed then covered her with the blanket then watched her for a few minutes to make sure she won't get scared if she's no longer asleep in my arms then I went to change my shirt.

I remembered the time when I used to wake up scared if I were in bed alone after I've been tortured and grabbed a huge pile of paperwork shit I knew Happy wanted me to check for months then started writing at the nearest table with a small light turned on beside me…I guess we both deal with feelings we couldn't help with overworking…well I had other ways to deal with them but for now she needed me or at least I wanted to think that she needed me…

Reader p.o.v

I woke up in the comfiest bed ever, covered with the softest blanket in an almost completely dark room. I saw Tony working at a table with a small light turned on and I remembered what happened before I fell asleep…I remembered rambling and how he took me in his arms then how I ugly cried in his arms. I started moving a little,I was sure my eyes were still red from crying like I was even more sure he hated-

“He sure hates me now…I mean I stained his probably million dollar shirt then- but I'm in what seems to be his bed? And he's there? But what if saying sorry won't be enough and-”

“Oh…you're awake , dear. How are you feeling?” He turned around slowly and had a soft worried smile which I could barely see in the small light. He changed his shirt and had several piles of papers next to him.

“I'm okay…I'm so so so sorry…” My voice was still hoarse and I kept rubbing my eyes. It was already dark outside so I assumed he waited for me to wake up so he could go to sleep too.

“Don't mention it…” He said and approached the bed then sat on the edge , still smiling softly.

“Do you want me to do something? I mean I don't think I can afford buying a new shirt but-”

“It's fine. I'm glad you slept well. You know I designed the bed myself. Well the whole building…” He chuckled and I figured out he was trying to do some small talk , “You don't need to tell me what happened, I know from my own experiences that some people suck harder than a bitch but don't give you an orgasm and only leave you hurt. I can't guarantee you I won't hurt you , but I can guarantee you that no matter how much of an asshole I can be I'll actually give a shit and try to fix it which I'm sure not everyone likes or expects Tony Stark to do.” He said barely above a whisper, the light from the lamp slightly illuminating his baby deer eyes making them seem even more innocent and honest despite his language.

I ended up laughing softly and nodding quickly, “True!”

“How about we start working on your helmet tonight?I'm pretty sure you don't need more sleep for now.” He suggested as his soft smile seemed to get brighter or maybe it was just my imagination? I couldn't really tell in that light how much I imagined and how much it was real.

“But you need sleep though…” I chuckled and tried to get out of his comfy bed.

“Sleep can wait. I had 4 cups of coffee so I'm certainly completely awake!” He laughed and watched me get out of bed and stretch.

“As much as I understand the reason you love that coffee,you should try to give it a break when you don't need it that much! Until you learn that, let's go build a helmet,Tony! ” I laughed too and as I got more excited I even raised a fist in the air as I said the second sentence, “Oops!” I chuckled softly and hid my face embarrassed.

Tony laughed watching my reaction then uncovered my face gently , “Yeah, let's go do that…” He let go of my hands slowly while he smiled at me softly…

Tony p.o.v

“She just…said my name…”

#tony x reader #tony stark angst #tony stark fluff #tony stark #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony x y/n #anasweetlywrites #marvel x female reader #marvel angst #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff

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slaingelo · 10 days

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@indigoartistqueen i will not STAND for these allegations XD

but seriously, I'll put a detailed explanation below on how I draw so fast because it is a genuine thing that can be explained... like, I mean, beyond the autism and monster drinks

FIRST OF ALL I DON'T RECOMMEND DRAWING AT THE SAME PACE AS I DO AT LEAST NOT WITHOUT TAKING MORE BREAKS. do as I preach not as I do I am constantly straining myself and I tend to draw through the pain anyways because I love art and drawing so much and I'm probably going to get carpal tunnel before my brother despite drawing being his full time job. <- if you were ever curious on what got me into art, that would be it lol, I'm from a family of artists. that same brother is also the one who bought me the four swords manga when I was a wee lass along with the other akira himekawa manga that were out at the time. he's so epic.

ANYWAYS;

simplify your art style.

the art style i mostly use on this blog isn't my full effort or most detailed one, by any means. here's my detailed style vs the one i tend to use vvv

there's a lot more detail in the hair, and especially in the clothes. it's also actually rendered, while most of the other art I post isn't. on top of that if I do any shading for my simple style, it's always cell shading.

if you have a detailed style and you want to stick with it, you're not going to be putting out finished pieces every hour.

quick touchups for extra prettiness

so you got the lineart and flat colours of your simplified art. but you want more oomph

I went over my process before of how I colour lines and go about shading, and stuff like this is important in the sense of; YOU WANT TO FIND QUICK AND SIMPLE WAYS TO MAKE YOUR ART LOOK NICE. here's another effect I do often;

THIS ^ can add to soften the colours a lot. I usually do all my flat colours on the same layer in my simple style EXCEPT for the hair and eyes. this is why I do the hair separate!

of course I cut both the lineart/shading and the hair thingie out of the comic because it would take me a while lol.

HAVE FUN

if there's something you don't like drawing find out why and change it. otherwise you're going to get burnt out or take a lot longer to draw than you'd like because you're struggling with that one thing. or both.

it's the reason my lineart is thick. I dislike doing thin lineart, so it takes me a very long time to do it. solution is to simply do thick lineart.

PEN DOODLE !!!!!!!

the way I found my simple style to begin with was through pen doodling. by not being able to erase your mistakes, and continuously drawing like that anyways, your sketching process will be sped up significantly. it will help you cut out steps that aren't necessary and let you find new ways to styalise things quickly and simply.

here's actually a pen doodle I did of force gem!shadow a few days ago with no pencil sketch in I think about 10 minutes if not less. I think that out of all of these pieces of advice, this is the BIGGEST one to help you learn how to draw fast.

being able to do this translates to very fast sketches that you don't need to touch up much to do lineart over. here's my sketches for the art I had at the start of this, for big example

generally though I do a sketch like this one here for the pose in a similar way to how I pen doodle with minimum erasing, and then a second one over top of it to adjust the pose and add clothes/hair/ect

I HOPE THIS IS INTERESTING AND HELPFUL MAYBE ?! THANKS FOR READING AND THE SUPPORT

#art process #my art #original

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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jake – bad boys

— bad boys main masterlist

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

summary: jake, a playboy and the guy that has all the girls swooned. even you. jake never knew of your existence until sunghoon pointed you out while you were on the bench sketching something. jake realises he never played with you before and that leads to you being part of sunghoon and jake's evil bet.

warnings: playboy jake, suggestive contents (but no smut because wtf i can't write it) - i said the word 'sex' like once but nothing bad, jake is a really shitty person (obviously doesn't portray jake in real life and there is a decent amount of angst in here (read my note to understand why i say so)

no.of words: 7.8K words

taglist: @nyfwyeonjun @ncityy04 @cutiejseong @minkyeos @madebyreyy (@onyourecha) @yuakagi @hoonstrology @luvrjn @kawaiisharkcopjudge @missmadwoman @aerinaga @jiwlys @wtfhyuck @astrosmistisa @woniesbakery @purplepuppychild

NOTE: won't lie while rereading to proofread this again, i nearly teared up because i realised how much angst there is. especially towards the end. a tear almost slipped guys. i'm surprised that i can write decently to the point that while rereading it i can nearly cry at my own work

sim jaeyun, the guy every girl would love to be under in many ways possible and yes i meant every possible way, as disgusting as it sounds. a master flirt and a big playboy. he also happens to be the captain of the school’s soccer team but even with a ‘bad reputation’ the coaches weren’t allowed to do anything. jaeyun was the ace in soccer after all.

now you might be wondering when this poor boy started this whole bad boy antics.

“9th grade.” jake says. yes, you heard that right. our ‘hero’ started his playboy journey in 9th grade. All the poor 14 year old girls he played with in that grade. He never knew what happened to them considering he moved schools after that. Which was how it always went, play with every girl in his grade and then his parents would move him to another school.

But of course, jake didn’t expect to actually stay in this school for 2 years now. maybe it was because they had no other schools to enrol him in and they were left with no choice but to face the consequences of their son’s inappropriate acts. Anyways, jake found friends that he grew close with, 6 other boys who equally shared quite the same experience and feeling.

“hey, did you forget the coach wanted to see you today?” sunghoon asks as he slings his arm around jake’s shoulder.

“whoops, kinda tired from last night.” jake says. sunghoon smirks.

“From another one of your side chicks or the job from last night. I mean, you two have been going at it until 4am after we completed our job. I heard she’s like a nerd or something.”

“yeah, she’s in my calculus class. easy to manipulate her really. I simply told her i needed help with calculus and she instantly helped. the usual jake charm works as always.” jake laughs.

“bet she’s gonna cling onto you.” sunghoon says.

“all the girls i’ve been with want to cling onto me.”

“but because you don’t do commitment, you ghost them. yeah, yeah i know. you’ve said this like a bunch of times.” sunghoon says.

“that’s the sim jaeyun move for you.” he winks. sunghoon gags.

“never wink at me again dude.” jake laughs.

“HYUNNGGGGGGG.” sunoo yells.

“yeah?” both sunghoon and jake answer.

“jay hyung got into a fight again.”

“he really needs to control his anger issues.” sunghoon says.

“that’s jay on the daily.” jake shrugs. both jake and sunghoon ran over to help jay.

As for you, our heroine of the story, you so happened to listen to jake and sunghoon’s convo. you knew jake was a playboy and he openly was so proud of it but that didn’t stop you from falling into his charms. you were i guess blinded by love. you knew jake better than he did probably and it was actually scary to think about it.

Sometimes you felt like you were a stalker or a pervert for knowing such deep secrets on jake. you knew this was an obsession but you loved jake so that didn’t matter. Having heard that jake and sunghoon were out to help jay, you decided to make your way over to the scene of the fight.

students were gathering around jay as he punched the guy in the face.

“i don’t like guys like you. bullying others for fun? how would you like it if i bullied you instead hmm?” jay says. jay gets ready to punch the guy when sunghoon grabs jay.

“Alright buddy, that’s enough of causing trouble. your dad needs to clear out your name now or else the cops will get suspicious of us.” sunghoon whispers. jay grunts.

“this isn’t over.” jay says as he glares at the guy. jake sighs.

“hey bud, i suggest you don’t inform the teachers. they can’t even do jackshit because they know who we are.” jake says. the bully gets ready to launch at jake. jake pulls out his gun.

“cool design huh? wouldn’t want this to be the last thing you see.” jake tilts his head whilst pouting. the bully cowers in fear, there weren’t many students along the hallway but those who witness the scene surely ran away. “run along hmm?”

The bully runs away. sunghoon sighs.

“you know, you don’t have to show your gun. your toy gun by the way.” sunghoon says. jake snickers.

“it gives me power and besides, everyone believes it’s real.”

“you and your obsession with collecting old guns.”

“If you fix it, it can be put into good use.” jake explains. the bell rings.

“class is starting, jay you should probably get to the nurse. after all, wouldn’t want the teacher to be distracted with the blood on your shirt and face.” sunghoon says.

“yeah yeah, i know. just cover for me if they ask.”

“as if they care about our whereabouts. every faculty member knows who we are.” jake says. sunghoon snickers.

“yeah, you’ll be fine jay.” jay rolls his eyes.

“just fucking get to class idiots.” jay says. as for you, you left earlier since you didn’t want to be late to class. sure, you were sort of a normal typical school girl but you didn’t exactly want to fail your classes and get scolded by the teacher so you went to class early.

sunghoon and jake enters the class. these two have been in your class since forever, they didn’t know you because you were usually quiet and always listening to the teacher. you were a good girl per say. since it’s jake and sunghoon, they only went with their fangirls. they loved the attention and didn’t care about other people who put no effort to pay attention to them. you do have a crush on jake but you knew, there was no way you’d ever cross paths with him.

It was lunchtime and since you were all alone, you’d spend your time having lunch on the rooftop. It was like your comfort place. you made your way to your locker to dump your items and grab your lunch box. nothing really special ever happened but you did look forward to after school where you’d watch the football/soccer team play and practice.

you were an assistant since the coach was your dad and since he was the coach, the both of you always went home together, which was great since you didn’t exactly like staying at home all the time.

“Here, my little angel. a small task for you to do,” your dad hands you a name list. you rolled your eyes.

“dad, you’re the coach. aren’t you supposed to be doing the name calling?”

“(name), you should be acquainted with these boys. after all, i am their coach.” your dad says.

“fine, i’ll make this quick since i have to study.”

“my angel, i know you don’t always study after school. especially, if it’s practice day.” your dad smiles. you blush. your dad knew you best and of course, he knew you had a crush on jake. the captain of the team he is coaching.

your dad did feel a sense of protectiveness over you considering he isn’t dumb and has heard the rumours of jake being a playboy and also part of a gang. he didn’t want you to be associated to someone like jake but who is he to stop you from falling in love.

the football team finally came out of their locker room after changing into a more sporty attire. you breathed in.

“alright, boys. (name), will be here to call out your names. after all, she’s our assistant.” your dad says.

“yes, coach.” the boys say. you called out each boy’s names.

“jake?” you say. silence. you called him again and to no avail he didn’t respond back.

“sorry, coach.” jake ran. you marked him down for being late. your dad ruffles your hair.

“jaeyun, you’re the captain. please show a good example to the others.”

“sorry, i’ll come on time.” sunghoon pats jake’s back. the training starts and of course, as per usual, the boys would be gossiping and chattering amongst themselves since this is what they did every practice session.

“Hey cap, where did you go?” minho asks. jake smirks.

“oh, i know that look. you madeout with another girl didn’t you?” wooyoung says.

“well, he is sim jaeyun. certified playboy and only the best captain.” sunwoo says (before anyone says he is sunwoo from the boyz). The boys laugh and as for you who overheard, just silently sighed.

‘why do you even bother liking him (name), you’ll only become one of his playtoys.’

you simply just grabbed your sketchbook and started working on your art project. the wind blew in your face and since your hair was down, you decided to tie up your hair in a messy bun. it caught a few of the boys at the field's attention.

“you know, i realise i never played with her.” jake says. sunghoon turns his head over at your figure. he snorts.

“you know, she likes you.” sunghoon says. jake smirks.

“oh really?”

“yeah, she sort of stalks you around the school. i’m pretty sure she’s in our class too.”

“interesting.” sunghoon notices the look on jake’s face. he smirks.

“bet you could get in her pants and break her heart?” sunghoon says. jake almost laughs out loud.

“of course, it’s my specialty.” jake says. the training went on, then the coach declared a small break because they had been going at it for 3 hours non-stop. jake grabs his bottle and settles down next to you. he looks over your shoulder and notices the drawing you did.

“nice drawing.” you squeaked and jumped back clutching your chest.

“hi, i’m jake but sometimes people call me jaeyun.” jake smiles as he holds out his hand for you to shake. you weren’t so sure what kind of cruel joke jake was playing but it felt like the air shifted when the both of you met. “I see, sorry i scared you didn't i. i can’t help but notice the drawing. Is that supposed to be me?”

you looked down at your sketchbook and up at jake. your eyes widened before you hid your sketchbook.

“sorry, it must be weird to have someone draw you.” jake chuckles at your words.

“not at all. In fact, it looks really good. you really captured my face really well, how long have you been staring at it to perfect the drawing hmm?” jake teases. You were at lost for words that your jaw drops. “I’m kidding.”

“jake, let’s continue practicing!” wooyoung yells.

“Coming!” he turns back to you. “stay a little while hmm? i need to give you my number.”

“w-what?” jake runs off before you could even question him.

your dad comes up to you.

“i see my sweet daughter has finally captured the attention of our captain.”

“Dad!” you whisper yelled. your dad chuckles.

“but be warned, i’m sure you’ve heard a bunch of rumours about jake. whether it is true or not would be up to you because you are the one allowing him to get close to you.”

“dad..”

“i’m looking out for my daughter. my only precious daughter. after all, i have to act like both like your mom and your dad. I play two roles.”

“mom would have been proud, dad.” you say. your dad smiles.

“she would but she would also scold me because i’m allowing you to hang out with boys.”

“you know she would’ve encouraged it dad.”

“you’re right.” your dad ruffles your hair, “okay kiddo, you should continue with your drawing. you have to submit it soon.”

“it’s due in a week dad.”

“yes but drawing takes a lot of time and detai-” you showed your dad your half completed drawing. “okay, nevermind. Take your time. you have really inherited your mom’s talent for drawing.”

“thanks dad.”

“coach! can we play a round now?” jake yells.

“sure but be fair. maybe play some rock, paper scissors to choose the teams. it’s fair and efficient. then the loosing team can learn from the winning team’s strengths and try to improve on yourself from there.”

“alright, thanks coach!”

“do you think any of them know that i’m your daughter?” you asked your dad.

“oh sweetie, i think if any of them knew i was your dad. they’d try to get far from you. after all, i do scare them.”

“great decision dad.” you gave him a thumbs up.

“i only want what’s best for my precious girl.”

time flies by quickly and before you know it, it was already 6pm. the boys went to shower to rinse off the sweat before going home and possibly doing homework or playing games.

“hey, do you wanna walk home together?” jake asks. your heart races. walking home? with jake? alone? a dream come true-

“let’s go (name)- jake! i thought you went home already.” your dad says.

“oh sorry coach, i was supposed to meet up with (name). I wanted to walk her home. are you and (name) going home together?” jake curiously asks. your dad turns to you.

dad please

“her dad wanted me to drive her home since we are friends but since you’d like to accompany her, i’ll just tell him that her friend is walking with her home.” your dad says. oh thank god, your dad certainly was the best. jake smiles.

“oh really? that’s great.” jake turns to you, “you wanna walk together still? the coach is friends with your dad and i’m sure since the coach trusts me, your dad would trust me too right?”

“y-yeah.” curse you, jake. you hated how you always stumbled over your words when you talk to him.

“Perfect! Thanks coach for telling (name)’s dad!”

“any time.” your dad says. is jake really that dumb and he doesn’t realise your dad was standing in front of the both of you, “but can i speak to (name) first?”

“Of course, coach.” jake says. your dad gestures for you. you went over.

“make sure he doesn’t try anything okay?” your dad whispers.

“dad!”

“i’m just looking out for you, it’s a dad instinct.”

“dad, i love you but let me have a small chance, okay?” your dad sighs.

“alright angel, i’ll make dinner. want anything in particular?” he whispers.

“the usual?”

“alright kiddo.” your dad turns to jake, “alright, see you tomorrow. we have training again in the afternoon.”

“yes sir!” jake says. with that, both you and jake left. it was a casual walk home, jake asked you question about yourself and you’d answer them.

“your dad sounds like the nicest person.”

“thanks.” you literally just met him and he’s your coach but okay.

“what about your mom?”

“Hmm?”

“you haven’t really mention much about her.”

“ah, my mom passed on.”

“oh, i’m so sorry.”

“it’s fine.”

“If you don’t mind, can i ask how?”

“i was supposed to not actually be born. i was a premature baby and had very low chances of survival after i was born. my mom unfortunately passed on due to complications after giving birth to me and i somehow actually surpassed all doctor’s expectations of survival. everyday, i grew until i was healthy enough to go home with my dad. my dad does call me a miracle baby because maybe my mom died because she wanted to save me.”

“wow.”

“Is it too much info? i feel like i ramble a lot everytime i talk about my life.”

“no, your story was touching.” jake smiles, you smiled too. After walking for a while, you finally made it to your house.

“well, this is my house. thank you for walking me home.” you say. you were about to walk off when jake holds onto your wrist.

“wait.” you turned to jake. “(name), i know it’s a little early but i really liked spending time with you. would allow me to court you?” you wanted to faint on the spot right there then.

“jake.”

“please?” you shyly nodded and with that jake pecks your cheek. “oh thanks for your number, i’ll text you later. goodnight!” jake runs off. you giggle. oh you were down bad for him.

you entered your home and the first thing you see is your dad with a big smile on his face.

“I heard what happened! this calls for a celebration with alcohol!”

“dad, i’m a minor!”

“right, i’ll give you grape juice and i’ll drink the wine.” you laughed at your dad who excitedly ran to get the items for dinner.

- jake❤️: goodnight cutie ;)

your heart soars at jake’s text.

- you: thanks jake, goodnight

- jake❤️: see you tmr and maybe in your dreams ;)

- you: i’ll see you tmr and no i won’t dream of you

- jake❤️: are you sure ;))

- you: shut up you tease

- jake❤️: oh baby, i’m joking

- you: fuck you

- jake❤️: oh? the good girl knows her bad words? baby, you should watch your language

- you: what are you going to do?

- jake❤️: shut you up with a kiss for saying bad words ;)

“oh god, jake!” you hit your pillows before hiding your face.

- you: i said you can court me but that doesn’t mean you can kiss me idiot

- jake❤️: oh baby, i’m sure you’re dying to kiss me

- you: not at all

- jake❤️: ouch, alright :( see you tmr i guess [11:45pm]

why did that sound so bad. maybe you should apologise

- you: hey jake?

- jake❤️: yes baby?

- you: typing…

what should you type…

- you: goodnight jakey❤️

your heart pounds as you watched jake typing in his message.

- jake❤️: fuck, you made my heart skip a beat, baby. now, i really can’t wait to see you.

- you: sleep jake -_-

- jake❤️: fine :(( sleep well my love❤️

“FUCK.” you screamed.

“(name) language!” your dad yells.

“SORRY DAD!” you yelled back. you looked back at the last message jake sent and finally laid on your bed.

“i am so down bad.” you told yourself.

The next morning, you had rushed out because well…you wanted to meet jake.

“see you in school later, dad, i love you!” you threw on your shoes and opened the door, only to be greeted by jake. your jaw drops.

“hi.” jake says.

“hey, jake. umm, what are you doing here?”

“i umm, wanted to walk with you to school.”

“oh, sure. let’s go then.” you smiled. both you and jake went to school together, you were happily talking to him and he listened attentively. at some point while you were talking, jake holds your hand.

“you are so adorable when you ramble on and on.” jake says. you blush. jake swings your hand around as you made it to school. everyone and i mean everyone who saw you two enter the school together started gossiping.

“oh poor, (name). she doesn’t know jake is a playboy.” one of the girls say. they truly pitied you, you were about to become one of jake’s next playtoy.

jake brings you over to your locker.

“i have last minute morning practice today so unfortunately, i won’t be in class. you won’t miss me right cutie?”

“not at all.” you say. jake clenches his heart.

“ouch. i’m very hurt, i thought you’d miss me.” you pushed jake slightly.

“just go.” jake smiles and waves to you before he leaves.

you decided to settle at your seat, a few girls come up to you. they looked worried for you.

“(name), you should be careful. jake is player, he doesn’t look around for commitment. he just wants to play with your heart!”

“he is not going to, he walked me home yesterday.”

“your dad allowed him to? doesn’t your dad know how he is, after all he is the coach.”

“he says jake is a nice person, he is hard working too on the field and you know i trust my dad.”

“alright, (name). if you say so, we just don’t want you to become one of jake’s playtoys. that label itself is just bad.” you smiled at your classmates.

“thank you for warning me. I’ll handle this myself and not get too close to jake.” you say. the girls nodded and just got ready for class.

3rd period, you settled down on your chair and jake pulls the chair beside you.

“seat taken?” jake asks. you shook your head. “perfect, get to sit with my favourite girl.”

my favourite girl…right he was seen with other girls. you felt your heart break. you frowned and jake notices.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“nothing.” you simply say and jake takes notice.

“(name), i’m sure you’ve heard of those rumours…while yes, i possibly talked to other girls, i didn’t break their hearts by leading them on. I rejected them because i had my eyes set on someone.”

“who?” you asked, slightly annoyed.

“you.” and…there goes your heart. jake surely knew a way with his words, pure talent. the teacher enters the room and so you got your books out. however, as you got your books out, your pencil drops. you went to pick it up but so does jake.

“thanks.” you say. jake doesn’t answer, instead his finger lays under your chin. he pulled you closer.

“can i kiss you?” in class? well, you’ve never kissed anyone so this would be your first time, getting kissed by sim jaeyun, your crush. you nod slightly and that’s all it took for jake to lean in.

thank god, you were sitting at the back of the class. once jake pulls away, he leaves one last peck on your lips and sits straight up so the teacher wouldn’t suspect a thing. during the whole class, jake held onto your hand and you felt like your heart was going to burst any second now.

he writes something down and slips the paper on your desk.

- be mine? yes or no?

you smiled reading the note. you looked around the class and then turned to jake once you realised everyone was still concentrating. you left a peck on his cheeks and whispered

“yes.” jake smiles. something about this made his heart leap, unlike the other times he played with the girls. end of class, you packed your stuff and then jake pulls you to where his friends usually sat for lunch.

Once you made it to the table, all eyes were on you. jay, who you shared 1 class with and he was your seatmate, had his eyes widened.

“(name)?”

“hi jay.” you smiled. jay darts to look at both you and jake and finally the intertwined hands.

oh no, (name)...you are going to get played. jake does not like you like that.

“boys, this is my girlfriend, (name).” jake proudly says. sunghoon smirks, something that got you curious, why was he smirking?

“you finally decided to settle down?” jay asks.

“yeah, i thought it was immature of me to fool around with girls. Besides, (name) was the one who made me realise how wrong i was.” jake turns to you. you blush under his gaze. what you don’t fail to notice is how none of them believed jake’s words. Not after sunghoon was smirking at you like how he was whenever he started a bet with jake.

Unlike jake and sunghoon, the other 5 boys actually know that their coach was your dad. they would’ve told the both of them but…where is the fun of letting them discover themselves and get what they deserve?

“hey dude, can i talk to your girl for a bit?” jay asks.

“for?”

“Well i need to ask her about homework.”

“you can ask her now with me around. what’s so important that you want to have a private conversation with?” jake says.

“I borrowed her notes and it’s in my locker. I don’t have any other classes with her after this and we also have practice after school.”

“alright.” you went to stand up and follow jay but jake holds your hand.

“are you going to watch us after school?”

“of course.” you smiled. jake smiles too and lets your hand go.

once you left, heeseung folds his arm.

“she’s your new playtoy?”

“yeah. how was my acting?”

“Perfect.” sunghoon says. Both jake and sunghoon high five.

“hyung, you’re going to regret whatever you are doing.” sunoo says. jake rolls his eyes.

“oh really? but i’ve been doing this to other girls! and yet.” jake fake pouts, “i have no slightest bit of regret at all.” jake’s tone drips with sarcasm. sunoo rolls his eyes.

“jake hyung, sunoo hyung is right…you don’t know what you’ve started.” ni-ki says.

“why the fuck are you guys on (name)’s side? she’s just another normal ugly ass girl.” sunghoon says.

“Forget it. Do whatever you want but don’t come running to me and jay because you messed up. we have our reasons why we never dared to hurt (name).” heeseung says before he grabs his bag and leaves the cafeteria.

“why is he so dramatic.” jake says. the only one laughing was sunghoon.

“both you and sunghoon hyung can eat. i’m going to catch heeseung hyung.” jungwon says.

“Me and ni-ki are going to the field.” sunoo says. ni-ki follows sunoo.

As for you and jay…

“(name), i know you’re a really sweet girl but i’m sorry jake is just to play with you.”

“i know.”

“then why are you still with him?”

“because i like him.”

“(name), don’t tell me you are willing to get your heartbroken by jake.”

“yes. maybe, if i get my heartbroken by jake, i’ll finally realise how dumb i was to fall in love with him.”

“why are you torturing yourself.”

“It’s not easy to forget about someone who you’ve been crushing on for over 2 years.”

“of course but are you willing to actually get hurt by jake? If you’ve had a crush on him for 2 years, i’m sure that’s not just a simple crush.”

“you’re right, it's not but i’m willing to hurt myself in an exchange to forget about him completely.”

“why don’t you find another way?”

“jay, thank you for caring about me but i’ll just go with whatever i’ve planned and besides…i’ll get to sort of experience dating jake before he decides to ghost me.”

“yeah but the coach might actually get mad at jake.”

“he doesn’t know that your coach is my dad?”

“Well…him and sunghoon, we kinda just want the both of them to realise it after he breaks your heart. I just wanted to make sure you are okay with jake breaking your heart.”

“Perfectly fine, jay.”

“alright, don’t tell jake and sunghoon about the coach being your dad. it will be more satisfying to see both of them regret their actions.” you giggled.

“some kind of friends you guys are.”

“Well…you should know what we do.”

“I do.”

“Does your dad know about it?”

“Yeah but he doesn’t want to expel you guys because then the soccer team would turn to shit. After all, all 7 of you are the star players.”

“yeah, the coach sure is great.”

“he is my dad after all. He is the most reasonable man out there that i know, which is why my mom married him.”

“I bet anyone would be lucky to marry or date you.” jay says. you smiled.

“not really. i’m just a hopeless girl stuck in an unrequited love.”

“shall we go back?” you felt someone hold your hand and you could tell who it was. you turned to jake. he was fuming.

“Were you flirting with my girlfriend?” jay scoffs at jake’s words.

“I wasn’t, we were talking.”

“looked a lot more like talking. you were smiling and laughing.” jake says. jay puts his hand up.

“you already know i have a crush on my neighbour. I wouldn’t flirt with anyone else.” jay says.

“yeah and you should know your place.” jake glares at jay. you tugged on jake.

“let’s just get to class. it’s starting soon.” jake’s eyes softened after they met yours.

“alright.” both you and jake left the area.

it was about a week later whilst dating jake is when you noticed he started to kinda ghost you. as expected, jake really didn’t care for you. you bitterly laughed.

- you: babe, wanna go out on a date?

- jake❤️: practice, sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you :(

it usually went like that, you knew jake didn’t have practice. He was probably out either doing some illegal shit or he was looking around for another girl to fool with. you walked over to the field to watch the boys practice like usual. Plus, your dad was here and you kinda needed to ask him for some help.

“dad, do you have extra pads?” you asked. your dad smiles.

“forgot to bring some today?”

“no, it came earlier than usual.” your dad grabs his bag and hands you a pouch. He usually brings this pouch around because he knows your period doesn’t really come around in a regular pattern.

“thanks dad. also have you seen jake?”

“ah your boyfriend? unfortunately, it seems like he isn’t here today. I guess he is coming late. Maybe you could look around for him?”

“Alright.” your dad ruffled your hair.

“my big girl, you have a boyfriend now.” you smiled.

you went to the bathroom to deal with your period. after doing so, you went to wash your hand and left the bathroom. then you heard some weird sounds from the staircase nearby. this staircase was also where you and jake did some things…

you turned your head to face the staircase. There you saw jake with some girl. she was familiar, that’s when you realise she was from the cheerleading squad. someone prettier, of course. you felt your heart break every second you stood behind the wall witnessing everything. once jake stops, he leaves one last kiss on the girl’s lips.

“I have practice, beautiful.” the girl whines.

“jakey, please i need you.”

“coach will get mad.”

“will he get mad or are you scared your girlfriend will notice you aren’t there?”

“I could care less about (name).”

“why are you even dating her? you should date me instead.”

“oh baby, i would but you know i don’t do strings attached.”

“then break up with your girlfriend.”

“one more week baby and then i can fool around with you.” jake says.

“urghhh, i hate the bet you and sunghoon devised.”

“sorry baby, rules are rules. besides, sunghoon said he’ll give me $1000 if i date (name) and make her believe so.”

“Well she does believe it so why don’t you break up with her?”

“soon. I have to go now.” the girl sighs.

“Fine but can we at least have sex after your practice?”

“your place?”

“yeah.” jake kisses her again. part of you felt sad, part of you wanted to cry but the whole of you wanted to scream at him. get mad, yell at him. Maybe it was just because it was that time of the month but either way you knew you were mad at jake. you rolled your eyes and went back to the field.

“hey (name).” heeseung smiled. he notices your frown, “what’s wrong.”

“I found out jake is cheating behind my back.”

“shit, are you okay? i’m sorry this happened to you.”

“It’s okay, i know who he is and what he is like. i’m not a fool, i’ve been crushing on him for 2 years and obviously know he is a playboy. I’m just mad at myself for still falling in love with him.”

“so, what are you going to do?”

“act like nothing happened.”

“what why?”

“make him feel guilty. when we break up, i cry, beg him to stay and he would say some mean shit. maybe do some bad shit for him to make him regret.”

“isn’t your dad going to do something?”

“i don’t know. he already knows jake and what he does. he won’t be surprised. of course, as a dad instinct he maybe might punish him or be harder on him but jake will just think it’s because he is the captain.”

“why are you so calm about this?”

“it’s something i knew was too good to be true. jake would never go for someone like me.” you sighed, “i don’t have anything. I might even be worse than nothing. I just-” you felt yourself choking up. A tear falls and you wiped it away as you bitterly chuckle.

“I was never a confident person but i guess dating jake for a week brought out a little confidence in myself.” you took out a cigarette stick out from your pocket.

“you smoke?” heeseung’s eyes widened.

“yeah, when it gets too stressed and right now…i kinda need it. after what i saw.”

“does your dad know about this?”

“no. i don’t always smoke and if i do, i go out to the park to do so.” jake runs into the field. you hid the cigarette bud into your pocket.

“hi baby.” jake pecks your lips. you smiled.

“love, you don’t have anything after practice right?”

“I do, i have some physics homework to do.”

lies. you are going to fuck someone.

“oh, i was going to invite you over to watch a movie with me, since we haven’t had a date in a while.”

“sorry, baby. There are tons of homework that the teacher gave.”

lies again. did he forget we are in the same physics class? the teacher didn’t even assign any homework.

you pout.

“then, it’s okay. maybe another time.” you smiled. you were about to leave when jake holds your wrist.

“where are you going? aren’t you going to watch me practice?”

“I need to study so i have to run to the library.” jake pouts.

“aww but i wanted you to watch.”

“there’s always another time.” you pinched his cheek and giggled.

there won’t be another time…

heeseung watches you leave, he turns to jake.

“where were you? coach was looking for you.”

“with aria. You know the usual.” jake says. heeseung rolls his eyes.

“let’s just practice. I have no time to educate and lecture you on breaking (name)’s heart.” heeseung says. He runs over to the middle of the field where the others were.

another week passes by, jake breaks up with you. Like you predicted while you begged for him to stay, he said a bunch of mean things.

“you thought i’d actually date you? (name) you’re not my type and you never will.”

but hearing him actually say it was painful. you were mad at him but you still had feelings for him, you cried when you came home. since there was no practice, your dad was home. he comforted you, bought you ice cream so you could soothe your heart with it. He hugged you, made you feel better.

when you went to school the next day, the news you heard was shocking but yet you expected it.

“Did you hear? jake is banned from playing in the next few matches.”

“yeah. doesn’t he practically breathe soccer? that’s his passion. why did the coach just ban him.”

You went to class. jake was sitting there, the spark in his eyes was gone. you sat away from him, you were concentrating on the lesson that you didn’t notice how jake was now staring at you.

He noticed how had lost the spark too. you didn’t wear a smile anymore, your face was neutral. The bell rings and you packed everything before leaving the classroom, jake followed you. then he noticed you were going to the back of the school where nobody was. A lot of the rebels went here to smoke and do other various things but he didn’t expect for you to go here.

He hides behind a wall. You threw your bag on the stacked cardboard boxes, took a cigarette packet and a lighter. you placed the stick in between your lips and lit it up. you inhaled the smoke and exhaled it. jake was shocked. he noticed someone else joining you. It was jay.

“so, he finally broke up with you?”

“mhm.” you simply answer. You wore a blank face.

“you did hear he was banned from playing for the next few games right?”

“yeah.”

“did you ask your dad to do this?”

“no, i’m not a vengeful person. jake broke my heart, cheated on me and well technically i wasn’t even his girlfriend since i was a bet. I know how much soccer means to him but i can’t stop my dad. like i told heeseung before, he may be a coach but he is still my dad first and so gets overprotective if i cry or get hurt.”

“next match is sort of important, think you could convince your dad to at least let jake play?” jay asks.

“I’ll try, my dad doesn’t listen to me until he sees me genuinely happy and now he’s seen me cry my eyes out because of jake.” you sighed, the smoke surrounding you. “Wait till he finds out i smoke.” you groaned imagining the lecture you’d be getting.

“you didn’t start smoking because of the break up, right?”

“It increased more after the break up, but no, i started because i was stressed.”

“you know…i never thought someone like you would try smoking.”

“neither did i but here we are.” you hold out a stick, “want one?”

“nah, i’m good. i don’t really want to try smoking. my dad smokes and well you know i’m trying not to be like my dad.”

“Mmm that’s good for you. yejun would be happy for you.”

“if she notices me.” you snort.

“she does, you’re just being a shithead to her. don’t be a jerk and act on your feelings.”

“I know, i know.” jay sighs, “well i have to go. Duty calls.”

“mmm, bye jay.” you say.

jake’s jaw clenches so you were the reason he was banned from playing? all because he broke your stupid little heart and the coach was being a protective dad? jake scoffs. he decides to just face you. he walks closer to you.

“so you’re the reason why i can’t play?” jake says. your eyes widened.

“what do you mean and why are you here?”

“you asked your dad to ban me from playing some of the most important matches?”

“jake, you know i’m not the type of person to do so. i know how much your games mean to you. i never wanted you to be banned.”

“yeah sure.” jake rolls his eyes. he looks down at the cigarette stick you still had in your hands. he grabs it and throws it to the ground. “don’t even try to ruin your own life because i will be ruining yours from now on.” he glares at you.

as jake starts to walk away…

“i have already ruined my own life. you don’t have to do the job. well, actually you already helped. after all, despite me loving you with all my heart, i was just a bet to you and i’m not your type.” you say as you grab your bag and shoving your shoulders past jake’s.

jake felt his heart burn, why did your words hurt him more than it should. Shouldn’t he be the one upset since your dad did ban him from playing?

another few days pass by, jake did make your life way harder than it should. he annoyingly called and teased you in class. obnoxiously laughed with the students on purpose so you couldn’t study, which made you stand up and pushed the chair in way too hard that it startled everyone. you went to the library after and it was so much better. Then he did one thing that was just downright horrible.

“jake, can you please just fucking stop it?” you say.

“stop what? your dad banned me from something i love because of you so you will suffer.” jake says.

“I said sorry and i can’t control my dad. he is stubborn and determined to make me happy after you know what.”

“what? your mom dying? because of you? you killed your mother right?” jake says. your heart drops, the room fell silent. jake’s jaw drops after he realises what he just spewed. you throw him the scariest glare. “hey, wait, I didn't mean it like that!” you ran out of the room, tears pouring out of your eyes.

as previously mentioned, you told jake the reason as to why your mom died. later further on while you were dating jake, you revealed that you felt guilty. you always blamed yourself because you thought you killed your mother and your dad wasn’t a fan of that. he was sure your mom wouldn’t put the blame on you just because she died due to birth complications. hence, your dad vowed to take care of you with such care and love as your mom would have. Of course, you still didn’t tell jake that your dad was their coach.

At the moment when you gave jake the nastiest glare ever, he remembered what you said. he put two and two together and just instant guilt filled him. jake instantly starts running around the school like a mad man trying to find you to apologise to you. he found you on the school’s rooftop.

“(name).” he softly says. he slowly gets closer to you. you were bawling your eyes out, jake wraps his arms around you. as much as you wanted to push jake away for hurting you, you couldn’t, he gave a sense of comfort to you. being in his arms was all you ever wanted and you hated yourself for that.

jake whispers nothing but apologies and soft comforting words. you really hated this. why were you so love with him? funny, love, a word you were afraid of at first. you knew you were in deep shit once you found out not only were you infatuated by jake but you loved him, a lot actually.

“i fucking hate you.” you cried out. jake holds you tighter.

“(name)...”

“I hate how much i love you. I hate that everything you do makes me love you more. I hate how no matter how much you hurt me, i still love you.” you pushed jake with all your might, jake sits next to you. “tell me why i’m such a fool for falling in love with you? knowing you don’t love me back.” you turned to look at jake with tears in your eyes.

“(name), i’m sorry-”

“just stay away from me. the more you stay, the more i fall for you and you don’t love me so what’s the point of you staying? to hurt me more?” jake stays silent and you scoffed.

“I guess that’s your answer. if you’re not leaving, i will.” you stood up slowly. jake stands up too.

“i’m not leaving you.”

“jake, i’m tired of this. i want to move on. can’t you just say you hate me and go?”

“no.”

“jake please don’t make this hard on me.”

“I don’t want to say i hate you and move on (name). I love you too.”

“jake please don’t.” he kisses you. fuck, why did you give in so easily. he sighs after pulling away.

“I realised while not being able to train, i got bored and the only thing that was on my mind was you. you were the only other thing keeping me sane.”

“you could’ve went out and played with other girls.”

“that’s the thing, while i wanted to do so, i couldn’t because all i was reminded of was your smile, your face and your personality. nobody would blatantly push me away playfully when we get more intimate all because they were shy. i loved that about you as a partner. every almost intimate thing we’ve done, you shyly pushed me away and it made me feel more in love than i should.”

“so what?”

“what i’m saying is…i fucking love you (name) and i swear on my soul that i’m not just playing around with you.”

“i can’t be so sure you know. after all, i was a bet previously.” jake curses under his breath.

“i-i’ll get sunghoon to apologise too.” jake thinks for a second, “or i’ll spend the $1000 on you. just for you.”

“jake. I don’t need you to spend money on me.”

“o-oh.”

“all i need is for you to genuinely be yourself and cut all those girls off. as much as i know you’re a playboy, i want to date someone loy-”

“DONE!” he shows his phone to you. everything single girl he played with had been blocked and even the cheerleader. he also deleted all the chats previously he had with them. “can i love you now?”

“jake, it’s seriously going to take a while.”

“then i’ll wait until you trust me.”

and it was true. jake stayed true to his words and never played around with any girls in your grade anymore. eventually, seeing as to how you were happier now, your dad allowed jake back on the team. though, your dad still kinda gives jake the stink eye since he still broke your heart.

little did your dad know (yet). that the cause of your happiness right now was the same cause of your heartbreak and pain. a month passes by, jake was in the locker room putting on his soccer boots. you entered the area and sat next to him.

“you came to see me play babe?” jake asks.

“yeah, class ended earlier than usual so i thought why not see my boyfriend play.” he pulls you onto his lap.

“mmm boyfriend huh? i don’t remember asking you out yet. did you just assume that baby?” you blush.

“No.” jake pecks your lips.

“kidding. i am yours. with or without labels. besides, doesn’t the husband and wife label fit better.”

“sim jaeyun!” you slapped his chest. jake laughs. the laughter dies down and it was all silent. jake leans closer and kisses you. your hands wrapping around his neck, smiling through the kiss. as the kiss deepens, you hear someone clearing their throat. you pulled away only to be stunned to see your dad so you scrambled off jake’s lap, tugging on your school skirt and fixing yourself. jake’s breath hitches.

“dad.” you say. your dad switches his gaze from you to jake.

“as (name)’s dad, i just want to say don’t break my daughter’s heart again. as your coach, i want to remind you, no making out in the locker room.” your dad comes closer to pat jake’s back. “come on captain, everyone is waiting for you on the field for practice.” your dad smiles at jake before he leaves to get back to the others.

jake stands up.

“umm, your dad caught us…you know…kissing. He’s not going to murder me in my sleep right?”

“no, unless you made me cry again.”

“does tears of pleasure count?” you smacked jake’s arm.

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contents: emeto, slightly nsfw, brief (and i mean brief) mention of scat

Eating out had always been quite difficult for Daniel and Doyun. Most places don't offer gluten free options and when they do, they're either the grossest thing Doyun's ever tasted or they're completely mid and not worth trying again. So when Doyun's favorite restaurant announced a new limited time only gluten free burger he knew he had to try it out. Daniel was a little hesitant considering the ad looked a little sketch but there was no way Doyun was going to give this opportunity up.

Once they arrived, they were immediately seated and ordered right away. Doyun was practically jumping in his seat when their food came. His burger looked perfect and so did his side of french fries.

"See Daniel, It looks perfect!" Doyun exclaimed and smiled widely.

"It does look good. Try it, is it as good as it looks."

Doyun nodded and picked up the burger. The closer he looked at it the more he noticed the unusual smell admitting from the meat patty. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell but it also didn't seem like something you'd want to consume. Shrugging it off, Doyun took a big bite and tried to decipher how he felt about the burger.

Honestly it wasn't bad or anything but the patty itself wasn't that good and when he swallowed he felt his stomach rumble softly.

"Well how is it?"

Doyun didn't really care for the burger but he couldn't let him know that. He had to beg Daniel to come here and admitting defeat just simply wasn't an option in Doyun's mind.

"It's actually really good." Doyun lied and gave his best fake grin.

Daniel noticed how Doyun's lip twitched, the younger was clearly lying. "Are you just saying that so you can 'prove' you're right?"

Doyun gasped dramatically at the accusation. I mean yeah Daniel was correct but how dare he accuse Doyun of such a thing. "I'll eat the whole thing and prove to you just how good it is."

Daniel playfully rolled his eyes and went to start eating his meal, "Whatever you say..."

Doyun continued to eat his burger. The more he ate, the more he felt his stomach bloat against his jeans. It wasn't rare for Doyun's belly to get bloated after eating but it never really happened during the meal. Once again Doyun ignored his bodies natural warning and finished off his burger.

"See babe, it really was that good." Doyun said and patted his belly with a sly grin on his face.

Daniel was impressed that Doyun actually finished the whole thing. At first he started to believe the younger honestly did like the burger but once he saw him try to secretly rub his stomach, he knew his boyfriend was a hundred percent lying to him.

"I'm glad you liked it. Why don't we get desert then? You aren't too full yet are you?"

Desert was the last thing Doyun wanted right now but if he denied it Daniel would definitely know somethings up. "The apple pie sounds good."

Daniel raised his eyebrow but agreed. It seems Doyun was going to pull all the stops to prove his point, and Daniel wanted to test just how far he was willing to go.

The two ordered their treats and talked amongst themselves while they waited. Once the food arrived Doyun realized what he just set himself up for. The restaurant was known for their filling deserts and even without a rumbling belly Doyun could rarely finish one.

"I'm sorry baby my stomach's feeling a little upset. You wouldn't mind eating mine too? I don't want it to go waste."

Oh that asshole. Doyun knew exactly what Daniel was doing but still he refused to fall into the older's trap. "Of course I'll eat it for you. They both look so good anyways." Doyun fake smiled and picked up his fork.

He was only a few bites in when he felt his stomach start to gurgle thickly. He'd ate far more than his belly was used to and the burger from earlier was starting to slosh around almost tauntingly. This could be considered his last warning. One last plead from his belly, to please for the love of god, stop eating. Yet Doyun still continued till he was done with every last bite of the two pies.

Daniel watched in shock and mild pleasure as his boyfriend ate. He was truly committed to his act and Daniel had to hand it to him. Forcing down a less than mid quality burger, and two overly sweet apple pies- just so he could prove a point was almost as impressive as it was embarrassing.

"Wow babe, you must be full." Daniel joked and took a sip of water.

"Only a little. Honestly I could eat more but I should probably stop now." Doyun wanted to puke just saying that sentence but he had to make it somehow believable.

"You know we still have some ice cream left from last time." Daniel was truly starting to get evil. There was no shame in his game. If his boyfriend was going to go as far as he was Daniel might as well play along.

Ice cream would not only send Doyun over the edge but also make him nauseous and crampy the whole night. The mention of the sweet cream had Doyun's belly rumbling in horror. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I'm comfortably full and don't want to upset my belly." Doyun replied and rubbed his stomach.

"The drive home is long anyways. I'm sure your food will start digesting by then, so you'll have plenty of room by the time we get home."

Saying no was completely an option but Doyun still wasn't taking it as an option. "Hm fine. Just let me change first when we get to my apartment then." God Doyun hated his stupid ego. Why can't he just admit his belly is full and anymore food would have a large chance of being lost in his bathroom toilet.

The drive home was uneventful. Doyun was playing a game on his phone in hopes to distract himself from the angry gurgles that were rippling across his guts.

Daniel pretended not to hear them, and just turned the radio up when a particularly loud noise would admit from his boyfriends stomach.

When they got home, Doyun walked into his closet and picked out the loosest pair of sweatpants he owned and a stole a baggy shirt from his boyfriends side of the closet. Taking off his clothes made Doyun realize how much damage he’d really done.

His belly was puffed out and taunt to the touch. Doyun’s belly was normally flat but now it looked like he was ready to hold a gender reveal party. Even the his boyfriend oversized shirt couldn’t hide his belly. He had to roll the sweatpants under his bloat after he almost gagged when they pressed tightly against him.

Sighing quietly Doyun rubbed his belly and whispered an apology. “Trust me, we’re never doing this again.”

“Come on babe, you don’t want it to melt do you!” Daniel called out from the living room.

Doyun was almost certain his boyfriend had caught on to his lies. He’d always been very observant and rarely did Doyun get away with a fib. To be honest Doyun didn’t care if Daniel believed him anymore. While eating the second piece of pie, Doyun noticed how turned Daniel looked.

Last time they attempted something like this Doyun got way too sick to continue any real action but dairy didn’t effect him the same way gluten did and Doyun was sure something real was bound to happen tonight.

Now giddy with excitement Doyun quickly left the room and met his boyfriend on the couch.

“Isn’t that my shirt?”

“If you’re gonna force me to eat a bunch of ice cream, you could at least let me wear your shirt.” Doyun rolled his eyes and placed himself on Daniel’s lap.

“I’m just kidding baby. You look adorable.” Daniel wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist. He almost gasped when he felt how bloated he was. “Are you sure you want to continue? Seems like you’ve already put your belly through enough.” He put his hand under the younger’s shirt and rubbed softly over the swollen skin.

“I’m sure babe.” Doyun leaned back into his embrace. “You and I both know how much you’ve been waiting for this.”

“Don’t tease me baby.” Daniel warned and pushed lightly into Doyun’s lower belly.

Doyun cringed as his stomach gurgled in protest. The poor thing didn’t even know the hell it was about to be subjected too.

He would have felt guilty if it weren’t for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth. He swallowed the ice cream quick as another spoonful was being pushed into his mouth almost directly after.

Only a few spoonfuls in and Daniel could feel as Doyun’s belly started to switch from it’s loud gurgling digestion noises to a low and deep rumble.

They were half way in when Doyun suddenly lurched forward with a loud and guttural burp. “Need a break.” Doyun moaned and put his hand against his belly.

“You still have so much to finish baby.” Daniel attempted to convince the younger but the green twinge that tinted his cheeks told him it was best he didn’t push much further.

“My belly really hurts.” Doyun whimpered and leaned down to lay his head against the couches arm.

“Do you want to cuddle for awhile and let some of it go down?” Daniel asked and positioned himself to lay behind the younger.

“Please, feels like it’s trying to come up.” Doyun admitted and scooted further into Daniel’s hold.

“Shhh baby. Just let it digest.” Daniel comforted and rubbed soothing circles around his belly. The sounds coming from the churning belly sounded like there was an angry bear thrashing his way through Doyun’s body and Daniel wasn’t sure where exactly it planned to come out through. No matter where Daniel placed his hand, he could still feel the upset rumbles wrecking havoc in his boyfriends gut.

They were cuddled on the couch for a good thirty minutes when Doyun’s stomach rumbled harshly and a bit of sick splashed into his mouth. He slapped his hand over his lips and shut up.

“Woah babe, what’s wrong?” Daniel got up and held the younger in place.

“Gonna puke.” Doyun mumbled through his closed lips.

“Oh shit, um okay come on let’s go to the bathroom.” Daniel quickly pulled his boyfriend up and ran them to the bathroom.

Doyun instantly pulled the seat open and retched harshly into the bowl. A thick sludge of artificial green coloring and apple pie chunks came splashing into the toliet. Another harsh gag sent Doyun almost face first into the toilet but thankfully Daniel grabbed him in time. He only had a few seconds to catch his breath before a third wave took over him. Doyun lost his balance and fell back into Daniel’s hold.

Daniel gently sat them down in front of the toilet. “It’s gonna be okay baby. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

No amount of reassuring phrases could make the nausea less intense and Doyun felt himself start to become delirious with how sick he felt.

“Hurts, want it to sto-“ Doyun was cut off by an unexpected burp that brought up more of his stomach contents.

Daniel cringed as puke sprayed all over Doyun and the front of the toilet. It was only a second later when Doyun’s belly decided to gurgle up another large wave of sick. Daniel attempted to move the younger towards the toilet but he wasn’t fast enough and his arm was now covered in vomit.

“Didn’t mean to.” Doyun sobbed and dry heaved into the bowl.

Daniel rubbed the younger’s back with his good arm and kissed the back of his ear. “It’s alright baby, I know you’re not feeling good. Just let it out.”

They sat a few more minutes but Doyun’s belly seemed to settle down.

“I’m gonna start the shower. We can take a warm bath after, I just wanna get everything off first, okay baby?”

Doyun nodded and flushed the toilet. His stomach was somehow still slightly bloated despite him feeling empty at the moment. He didn’t feel nauseous anymore but his lower belly was still rumbling and it was only a matter of time till it sent him straight back to the toilet but for a different reason. He really was in for a long and messy night.

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At first I wanted this to be like a food poisoning type of fic but honestly i like stuffing style way more rn. Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! <3

-not proof read-

#belly ache #emeto #emeto kink #sickfics #tummy ache #nausea #belly rubs #doyun oc #daniel oc

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budderdomo · 4 months

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My Paint Tool Sai Brushes/Painting Process Tutorial!

Explanations and Examples down below

Disclaimer: long post

Hello! I wanted to first thank everyone for liking/reblogging my most recent art piece (the Darkiplier one) It has become my first post with over 1000 notes which is just insane for me. I just wanted to do something to thank you guys for that.

Anyway, this post will be divided like this, so scroll to the title if you want specific things

Introduction

Brush textures/shapes for download

Overall process -> Terms and Definitions

How I use each brush (+ examples) -> Sketch -> Lineart (only do this sometimes) -> Rendering -> Textures + Post Processing

Conclusion

Introduction

This post is mainly for me in the future to look back on how my painting process was. My process changes ALL the time, sometimes I use lineart, sometimes I paint, sometimes I don't use textures, sometimes I have 100 layers, sometimes I have 1. It just changes depending on the piece. There is no "correct" way to do art. Do what you want!

Second of all, I feel I should point out you don't need fancy brushes or many brushes to make good art. I painted this piece with 1 brush.

That's right, 1 brush (it was the P A I N T brush shown in main). I didn't have a sketch, I didn't have any lines, I started with big shapes and went from there.

Third of all, I use Paint Tool SAI (the first one). So this will be specific to that program. I'm sorry, it's just what I know how to use.

Brush Textures/Shapes

You may see in my brushes that there are textures/shapes that don't come with the standard SAI program. I tried to find the links for you to download them yourself.

Arrow: https://www.deviantart.com/digikat04/art/Custom-SAI-Brush-I-265506547

All texture brushes: https://painttoolsaibrushes.splstc.com/painttool-sai-textures/

For some reason I can't find where I got marble pt. 2 or chalk so here's the png files. (You can convert them to .bmp files) (Hopefully that works!)

Chalk : Marble pt. 2

Overall Process

Before I go over my process I'm going to define some terms I'll be using and what I mean by them:

Flats - base colors

Rendering - Includes shading, lighting, small details, and texturing to define a form

Blending - mixing two separate colors together

Reduction - Once you've made a line/shape, reduction is the act of erasing part of it -> At the bottom of my brushes (in the images up above) you can see a checkered box which makes your brush transparent. I use the erasing brush to Reduce the red circle.

Persistence - How well the brush can create a new shape/color on top of pre-existing colors (If the brush blends a lot on top of other colors it has low persistence)

"Hard" vs "Soft" brushes - How well defined an edge is on a brush

Stabilizer - Turns trembly lines into smooth lines

So, I draw a different way each time. My canvas size is normally between 2500 pixels and 4000. I usually do around 3000 though. In general for my paintings I usually do

A sketch

Flats

Hue Shifts

Lighting/Shadows

Brighter Light/Deeper Shadows (Highlights/Ambient Occlusion)

Smaller Details

Texturing

Post Processing

For my bigger compositions, I make thumbnails. And for my "comic book" style I use lineart and layer modes (like multiply, luminosity)

How I Use Each Brush (+ Examples!)

Sketch

I have 2 sketch brushes. "pencil" and "sketch" For most of my life I have been using the default pencil brush on size 1. But recently I have been using this softer "sketch" brush on size ~20 or so. Either way works, but I find that the "pencil" brush is easier for linework and the "sketch" brush is easier to blend into paintings

"Pencil" : "Sketch" examples

Lineart (opt.)

Nowadays I don't use lineart that often, but if I do it's with my "Softlines" brush. It's great for both very thick and very thin lines. I lower the opacity of my sketch and put lineart on a new layer on top of it

"Softlines" brush examples

Flats

With lineart I seperate each new color with a new layer. For painting I'm now using one color as an underpainting color and working on top of that layer. So I render one thing at a time while working on the same layer.

I lower the opacity of the sketch and create a new layer under my sketch. I use my "pencil" brush to lay out the underpainting color and "blur" for hue shifts. And then I reduce it to the silhouette using my "sketch" brush (This gives a softer outline)

Rendering

This would take way too long to explain every step of how I do it. So I'll explain how I use my brushes in this step.

"Arrow!!!" - I use this brush for laying out intial shapes, big areas of color, shading, lighting. The arrow shape has a point on the end that's really great for triangular shapes. It's not very good at small details because of the texture applied to it.

"Sketch" - I use this brush during the rendering as well. It's great for small details that you want a softer look of. It has a high persistence so it's great for working on the same layer.

"P A I N T" - This is a brush that's good at very many things. It has higher blending than "sketch" or "Arrow!!!" and it's shape is square. Great for blending, general painting, small details, reduction, etc.

"blur" - great for gradients or to smooth something out a lot

"Gaussian" - is a gaussian blur. Great for making things out of focus or fuzzy

"square TEX" - texture brush that has high persistence with some blending

"metal TEX" - texture brush with high blending and a spread shape.

"speckle TEX" - texture brush for kind of a sparkly look. High persistence

"water TEX" - texture brush that works kind of like a glaze. You can use for flair/fun

example

Post-Processing

Typically I use more filters for this. Paint Tool Sai has sliders to change hue, saturation, brightness, contrast, luminosity, and color deepen. So I tend to mess with those. I also add effects like chromatic aberration

The tutorial I follow for chromatic aberration in Paint Tool Sai: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thmaephD9Ec&t=169s

I also add particles like dust and other objects.

Finally I use my Gaussian blur to make things out of focus/motion blur

Conclusion

I hope this helps! I feel like I'm at a point in my art journey where I'm good enough to give advice. So hopefully this helps someone out there with their art journey! Obviously I have a long way to go, but I'm pretty proud of where I've come. I remember watching speedpaints and tutorials trying to become better at art. So I kind of want to add to that cycle for artists. :D Have a great day!

#paint tool sai #brushes #art tutorial

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foolishnpd · 5 months

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if I were to redesign the plushie dreadfuls npd bun:

this isn't a hate post towards the brand or anything, if I had the money I'd be buying more of their plushies, I love most of their designs but oh god. the npd one. it's just... bland, was there any thought put in? I read all the crowd feedback and none of it was ever taken into account with subsequent redesigns

I'm not going to scrounge up the earlier designs, but they hardly looked any different from this final design.

to start off, my personal opinion is that the shape of the original prototype was cuter 👉👈 but that's besides the point (though I had wished they went for the standard shape of all their buns)- the key things that bother me, are the lack of colors. there's nothing, just brown, and a touch of white, I get what they were trying for (boring brown to highlight how narcissists aren't as grandiose as they believe to contrast the shiny crown). it also has what looks like a jester collar of sorts? and considering it's not really a 'silly' disorder, that seems almost insulting... the lines bother me the most, I and a few others asked what the actual fuck these lines mean, and there was never an explanation. just these black meaningless lines and crosses representing hell knows what.

I like that the description calls it a forlorn expression, and it looked like that in the prototypes, but here it looks like it's about to shit itself XD I'm sorry

I'm done criticizing, time for my redesign

it's not perfect, I sketched it up in five minutes after all. but I tried to incorporate the feedback I saw as well as my own ideas. it's uncolored so for reference, the main color would be something bright (I'm thinking royal purple, or narcissus yellow) the inner color on the belly and ears would be pure grey. I'm thinking if the ears were patterned, one would have crowns, and the other would have... I need to think on it, something to represent vulnerability as a symbol.

the mark on its belly would be a black swirl, representative of an internal void feeling, and the spiral down to a crash. with a line below it to represent crashing, it looks like a split as well, as that's sort of what crashing is.

it has a crown as well, but one that's meant to look like shambled together cardboard. and this may be too much clutter on the face, but a phantom of the opera mask with the eyehole revealing tears to hide vulnerability. it's cracked as well. the other side of the face is more of an angry facade, or could be reworked to look more smug

I put hearts on the paws to represent that endless desire for love and attention

but that's my take on it anyways, I was so excited hearing they'd do an npd bun, only for it to kinda just get worse as it went on, with basically no changes despite all the feedback it got

#lilyroaring #actually npd #long post #plushie dreadfuls

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Inspiration - Rohan Kishibe

Pairing - Rohan Kishibe x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 719

Notes - this is one of my older writings, but my first writing I'm posting on here! I really hope you enjoy because even though it's short, it is one of my absolute favorites!

(image is not mine)

“Damn.” She looked at the clock on her computer. It was almost 8. She was so busy doing homework that she had no time to eat. She sighed and put her head down on her desk, groaning. “What a pain in the ass.” She saved her writing as a draft and threw on a jacket and grabbed her keys, opening her door. “Son of a bitch, just my luck. Thanks, Zeus.” She grabbed an umbrella and looked at the rain pouring down in the streetlamp. Sure, it was beautiful as an art form, but not when you were in desperate need of dinner. She crawled in her car, and adjusted her rear view mirror, finding a couple walking together in the rain. They were pressed against each other and laughing about something. She could only dream to have something like that at this point. At the moment, she was an overworked college student who lost track of time and forgot to eat. She sighed, and started up her car, the windshield wipers moving the rain that was being shone on by her porch light. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“Can I just get a meatball sub? Thanks.” The sound of customers and plates clanking was muffled in her ears as her mind was in a completely different realm. She needed inspiration. Something. Anything. She kept deleting her paper for class. It just wasn't working. Nothing she was writing felt right. There were some amazing writers out there, but none of her writing felt… good enough. She sighed and took a sip of her hot cocoa, looking out the darkened window, seeing people walk by holding hands with their children or their lovers, all overcast by their own umbrellas. It was beautiful, but it wasn't enough. Suddenly, she was pulled from her own mind when a man sat across from her in her booth. “Can I help you?” She tilted her head slightly and grabbed her butter knife just in case. “My name is Rohan Kishibe. You look sad, are you alright?” “I'm sorry? First of all, like the Rohan Kishibe? Like the manga artist.” “Are you a fan?” “A huge fan!” He signed a napkin and handed it to her. “And second, Mr. Kishibe, I'm not sad.” “You sure look sad.” “Well, I'm not-” “Then what are you?” He fluttered open a sketchbook and looked back at her. “I'm sorry?” “What are you?” “Your meatball sub, ma’am.” The waiter sat it across from her and Rohan raised his hand slightly, pen in between his fingers. “I'll get some fruit water, and then I can get to work.” “Yes sir, I'll be back with that momentarily.” The waiter hurried off and her eyes went dark looking at the manga artist. “That’s not going on my bill.” “I understand. We’ll split then. 50/50.” “Woah, I was just asking for you to pay for your fruit water, not a quarter of my damn meal!” “I don't mind. Anyway, as I was saying, how do you feel?” She put her face in her hand and looked back at the manga artist. “Uninspired I guess. I have a paper due soon, but haven't had any inspiration to do it. I want it to be really good, but I don't know.” “Thank you.” Rohan nodded at the waiter and then looked back at her. “Uninspired, you say?” She nodded and took a bite of her food. “I just want… something. You know?” “Oh believe me, I know. Question: do you mind if I draw you?” “Y-You want to draw me?” “I'll draw you twice. One that you can keep, and one for me.” “I-I don't mind at all!” He began sketching as she continued talking, and before they knew it, it had been over an hour and a half of just the two of them talking. “Here you go. And here’s the money for the drink. I quite like you.” She smiled and looked over the drawing with a red face. “Thank you, Rohan. This means a lot.” “And since I'm here,” he slipped over a piece of paper with his number on it. “Call me sometime. I like hearing your voice.” He walked out of that restaurant and suddenly, she had the inspiration to finish her paper in one night.

#rohan #rohan kishibe #rohan jjba #jjba #x reader #rohan x reader #rohan kishibe x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #anime #manga #rohan kishibe x you #rohan kishibe fluff #rohan kishibe imagine #first writing!!

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q-gorgeous · 1 year

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Cloud Sketching

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1781

Of all the A-Listers to find out his secret identity, Danny never expected it to be Kwan. @ectoplasmicsoda

its very nice today i wanna go outside

Danny floated slowly through the air as he made his way back to the high school. He had just spent the past hour fighting a ghost, on two hours of sleep, and he was exhausted. He couldn’t wait to get back to class so maybe he could try and get a nap.

He sighed in relief when he saw the back of the school. He flew to the front of the roof where the door was and touched down on the concrete. He called on his transformation and waited for his rings to pass over his body.

“Wow. Glad that’s over.”

Behind him he heard the sound of something hitting the ground behind him. His eyes widened and he slowly turned around. Sitting cross legged on the roof behind him was Kwan, his sketchbook laying on the ground, his pencil still in hand.

“Fenton? Phantom?”

Danny turned around and stared at Kwan. “What are you doing up here?”

“I, uh, I’m cloud sketching.” He paused. “What are you doing up here?”

Danny gestured at the air behind him. “You just saw what happened. Do I really have to explain it to you?”

Kwan’s mouth thinned into a line, his cheeks puffed up. He stared Danny in the eyes. “Maybe.”

Danny groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m too tired for this. I’m going to class.”

“Wait!” Kwan said. He scrambled to grab all his stuff and stood up from the ground. He quickly followed behind Danny as he moved to the stairs. “What was that? You’re not gonna tell me what happened?”

“I died.”

Kwan spluttered. “What?”

“I mean.” Danny yawned. “Not all the way. Just a little bit.”

“How do you only die just a little bit?” Kwan whispered.

“Very carefully. You’ll need a functioning ghost portal.”

They walked down the stairs and out into a hallway. Danny looked at Kwan with an annoyed look. “Why are you following me anyways?”

Kwan furrowed his brows. “We have our next class together. Math?”

“Wait, what time is it?” Danny turned back around to go in the opposite direction. He hadn’t even noticed they were walking the wrong way.

“Like, one thirty? School’s almost over.”

“Oh my god I missed more than I thought. My parents are gonna kill me.”

“Can’t kill what’s already dead at least, right?”

Danny shot him a glare.

“So how long have you been Phantom for?” Kwan asked, gesturing wildly with his hands.

“Shh!” Danny covered Kwan’s mouth with his hand. “No one can know! You can’t tell anyone.”

“I wasn’t going to-” Kwan paused as he looked around the hallway. Other students were giving them funny looks at the ruckus they were causing. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Volume control.” Danny continued walking. “It’s something you need to work on.”

They walked into their classroom seconds before the bell rang and Danny went straight to his seat. Kwan sat down at his own desk to Danny’s right but before he could ask him any questions, the teacher spoke over him and started class. Danny could see Kwan turn forward and open his notebook. He was about to start taking notes when Danny threw a ball of paper that landed in front of him.

Meet us behind the school after class today.

Kwan looked at Danny but he already had his head down on his desk.

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Kwan waited behind the school after he walked to his locker and grabbed the things he needed and put away the things he didn’t. He had planned on walking with Danny to the back of the school but he somehow disappeared from the classroom by the time Kwan stood up and turned to face him.

What if he didn’t come? What if this was just a way to get Kwan out of the way? Wait, no, that sounded like Danny was going to kill him. He was Phantom. Somehow. Phantom didn’t kill people. Probably.

He didn’t think Phantom was alive either though.

Then he saw Danny walking toward him with Sam and Tucker. That must’ve been the ‘us’ Kwan was wondering about. It made sense, they were always seen wherever the ghost attacks were happening. Now that he thought about it, they were the only people Phantom ever regularly talked to. How did he not see it before?

They walked up to him and Kwan beamed when he made eye contact with Sam.

“Hi, Sam! Did you see how pretty the clouds are today? I did some sketches to go with my poem, wanna see?”

“Uhh, maybe later. That’s not what we’re here to talk about right now.”

“Okay!” Kwan remembered something. “Oh, wait.”

He started digging around in his backpack before pulling out a couple of pieces of paper.

“I saw that you fell asleep during class today. This is a copy of the notes from today’s lesson.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Danny said. His expression looked wary. “Why did you do that?”

“I found out that you’re our hero today!” Kwan smiled at him. “You’ve been so tired lately and you haven’t been able to stay awake during class so I figured I’d at least get you a copy of the notes to look over so you can do the homework.”

“I, wow. Thanks.” He took the notes from Kwan. “That’s actually really nice. This is already going a lot better than I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?” Kwan frowned.

Danny shrugged. “You guys have always picked on us. I figured you’d go and tell all your friends my secret the second any of you ever found out.”

“But you’re Phantom! I’d never do that to Phantom.”

“But he’s also Fenton.” Sam shot Kwan a hard look. It made him feel small. “That’s why we’re worried.”

Kwan kept frowning. He wasn’t sure what they were getting at. “What can I do to prove to you guys that you can trust me?” He asked. “I can take notes, help come up with excuses, all that kind of stuff. Whatever you want.”

“All I really want is for my secret to stay a secret.” Danny said.

“I can do that!” Kwan smiled at him.

“You’d better.” Tucker said and pointed at Danny. “We have ways to make your life a living hell. Namely him.”

“Can’t be anymore of a living hell when your city has a portal to hell in it though. It’ll be fine.”

Danny barked out a laugh. “That was good. You wanted to show Sam your cloud drawings?”

“Yeah!” Kwan exclaimed excitedly. He dug around in his bag. He could hear Danny and Sam talking.

“Great, now we’re never going to get rid of him, Danny.”

“Gotta encourage him in something.”

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With Kwan’s help, Danny’s grades slowly start going back up. He would take notes in classes that Danny either missed or couldn't stay awake in when he hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before. The teachers start congratulating him on his improving grades, although they’d like for him to be able to stay awake in class. But they’d take what they could get.

Kwan was becoming more and more a part of their friend group, much to their initial reluctance. It was a nice change of pace, though. He had puppy energy and was always encouraging the others with kind words and ‘look on the brightside’s’. He wasn’t jaded and it helped with their morale a lot.

Kwan and Danny were walking out of the school together. They were headed to the Nasty Burger where Sam and Tucker would meet up with them later. They didn’t get very far before their conversation was interrupted with a roar coming from the sky.

Flying down to the ground was a fat dragon looking ghost. It’s head was giant. Kwan didn’t know how it stayed upright like that.

It landed on the ground and roared again. It started breathing fire into the air and the other students started running, looking for somewhere to hide.

Danny ran away to find somewhere to transform but that was when the ghost turned to look at Kwan. When it opened its mouth again, this time instead of fire it was the green of ectoplasm gathering there.

Before Kwan could get away, the ghost shot the ectoplasm blast at him. He ducked, hoping that would be enough to avoid it but he could hear it clash with something else. A big boom and then a sizzling sound.

He turned to look to see what happened and Danny was standing there in front of him in his human form. He had his own ectoblast glowing in his hand, pushing against the other and keeping it at bay.

“Danny! What about your secret?”

Danny grunted as he pushed further against the ghost’s ectoblast. Kwan could see as kids poked their heads out of where they were hiding. They stared at him in shock and awe.

“Secrets are meant to be kept, sometimes it’s for the best, but also sometimes you need to know when to spill them.”

The transformation rings appeared around Danny’s waist. As they spread over his body, the kids watching stood up and shook each other, pointing at Danny. The school yard was silent except for the sounds of the ectoblasts.

Once Danny was transformed, he was able to push back the other ghost’s ectoblast all the way.

“Come on, meathead!” Danny shouted at it. “Play with someone your own size!”

Kwan let out a shaking laugh. Danny was nowhere near the size of this ghost. It towered over the school, looking down at it.

He beat it quickly. Kwan came to realize over time that these more monstrous ghosts were easier to defeat. They had no motive beyond destroying stuff, not like the more humanoid ghosts.

Danny touched back down on the ground, clipping the thermos to the new spot on his belt.

“Are you okay?” He asked Kwan.

Kwan stared at him for a few moments and then scooped him up into a big hug, lifting him up off the ground.

“Of course I’m okay!” He swung Danny around. “I’ve got the coolest friend in the world protecting me!”

He could hear the smile in Danny’s voice. “Am I cooler than Dash yet?”

“Hmm. Maybe.” Kwan set him on the ground and smiled at him.

“Phantom!” A kid shouted from across the grass. The other students started running over to where the two of them were standing.

“Phantom, Phantom!”

“You’ve been Danny Fenton this whole time?”

“Why’d you keep this a secret?”

“Haha.” Danny chuckled nervously. “Would you look at that, school’s over? I gotta go!”

The kids whined as Danny flew away, giving Kwan a wave over his shoulder before he disappeared.

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