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heartss4val · 9 months

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"lay all your love on me."

synopsis: general dating headcanons for our favorite water boy. pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader headcanons. word count: 1.2k

• oh, the antics.

• he's constantly trying to impress you even if you claim it gives you secondhand embarrassment. he'll be practicing tricks on his skateboard and be like, "this one's for you, babe!" and goes to do a kickflip or something and COMPLETELY falls off. LMFAOO.

and he'll be all whiny when you patch up his hand because he wanted to make you proud!! but all is good after you reassure him and kiss his scratches better. (as per his request.)

• percy loves partaking in your hobbies, regardless of his skill level.

if your hobby is knitting, soon enough you’ll be gifted a sweater with a pink heart and your name stitched unevenly on the seams. yeah, it might be a little itchy and it's practically falling off your shoulders, but he tried his best!!

if you like reading, he'll snuggle up with you as you two share a book. (although he prefers if you read to him, dyslexia is a pain.)

you get the point. quality time is something he values greatly. as long as he gets to spend time with you, he doesn't mind what activities you choose to engage in, whether it's watching, listening, or doing something else altogether.

• you usually accompany percy on quests, but on the rare occasion when you don't, he's quite literally counting the days until he can see you like a child counting down until christmas.

before leaving, the hugs he gives you are so tight it's unreal. like, his friends have to intervene to separate him from you. as he gradually steps back, he tells you he loves you and misses you despite him not even leaving for the quest yet, LMFAO. he only releases his grip on you when your index fingers are the last thing touching.

but when he comes back, his affection for you is on full blast. like i'm talking shrieks of excitement when he finally sees you, which attracts the attention of some nearby campers but he couldn’t care less as he runs over, nearly colliding into you with his hug.

• percy has a unique way of hugging that leaves you feeling entirely enveloped in his warm embrace. when he hugs you, your entire torso is engulfed, and your face is pressed against his chest. his arm wraps around your waist, almost entirely covering it. his other hand, calloused yet gentle, cradles the base of your head, holding you close to his chest or neck, and the scent of seawater and his cologne fills your senses.

• matching bracelets type of love!! one day, you two were strolling around manhattan and came across one of those cheap, diy jewelry kits for 10% off. you know, the kind that's meant for little kids and not demigod teenagers? yeah, that kind.

but percy bought it for you anyway, and you guys spent the remainder of the day crafting matching jewelry for each other! yeah, it did get frustrating sometimes, (you always have to tie the end of percy's bracelet/necklace for him because for some reason he's completely incapable of doing it himself.) but you two laugh and tease each other the whole time and it's just really sweet.

percy made you a blue bracelet with a little trident charm in the middle, and you made him one with your signature color theme and your initials on the beads!! both of you wear them around camp proudly, and the beads make a jingling sound whenever you hold hands with him.

(+ he runs his fingers over the bracelet you made for him whenever he starts to miss you.)

• hands intertwined all the time!! he's developed such a habit for it that whenever you're together, he automatically reaches for your hand. whether you're walking around camp, sitting on the couch, or even sleeping, holding your hand is so ingrained in his mind that he doesn't even think about it.

percy loves feeling the difference between your palm and his, whether yours is softer, calloused, coarser, etc. he also loves playing with any rings you wear, twisting them around your finger or rearranging them.

• cabin sleepovers are an absolute must. you have them once every few weeks — and would have them more often if it weren't for the harpies.

not only does he love spending time with you in his cabin, but also he just sleeps more peacefully around you.

percy likes to rest with his chin nestled in the curve of your shoulder. you've grown accustomed to the feeling of his warm breath against your skin and the weight of his head against your collarbone — which he leaves lazy kisses on before he falls asleep. only when his eyelashes brush against your neck, fingers curled into the fabric of your sweater, can he relax and feel safe, warm, and loved enough to fall asleep.

• percy jackson is the type of boyfriend who leaves his clothes out on purpose for you to wear. he pretends not to notice that the hoodies he lends you never return to his closet. but he doesn't really mind because he loves seeing you in them.

• staring is a percy thing. even if he tries to hide his gaze every once in a while, you still manage to catch him sitting across from you with a lovesick smile, his eyes trailing over your face taking in every feature as if it was his first time seeing you.

when his eyes finally catch yours, he quickly looks away, but he can't resist glancing back at you a moment later because like, how could he not?? and with his confidence building up, soon enough he whispers, “c'mere and give me a kiss, yeah?”

• percy always tries to be creative when it comes to dates because they're kinda limited at camp. while you've experimented with various activities such as training, picnics, and swimming, your favorite pastime is strawberry picking. you two spend the day in the fields, picking the sweetest strawberries you ever had which later turned into refreshing strawberry smoothies.

but he's so particular about what strawberries he picks. you'll go to pick one with a little bruise and he'll whip his head around so fast like??? it's not that serious percy.

• percy does his best to learn everything about you, from the things you love to the things that you hate. if you hate bugs, he'll get rid of them all for you, (but he puts them somewhere safe because he's a sweetheart.) he'll speak for you in public if you're not comfortable in social situations, and he'll lead you through large crowds if you hate them. he's always learning and paying attention to the things you like, dislike, love, and hate so that he always brings a smile to your face.

he'll go out of his way to learn your favorite songs so he always knows which ones to play during long car rides, he knows how you like your coffee, and he has your entire takeout order memorized!!

• percy's love for you is so evident, there may as well be hearts in his eyes. he thinks you're the absolute prettiest, and nothing can change his mind. you two are perfect together, and the whole camp knows it.

a/n

this was supposed to come out earlier but my peanut allergy got provoked, but fuck it, we ball. 💪💪 (malnourished, heavy eye bags, weeping, hysterically shrieking, dehydrated, and on the verge of insanity.)

xx val

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oatsmeall · 3 months

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You and I?

Socially awkward!Jk! X f!reader | college AU

Warnings: Socially awkward jk, very awkward jk, suggestive themes, possible smut.

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For as long as you've been coming to this course you've always seen this quiet guy, he always come in 5 minutes exactly before class starts, he brings the same black metal water bottle with one singular sticker, and he's always quiet but always raises his hand to answer questions. You didn't really pay much attention to him untill today specifically though, of course you noticed his usual quirks but today? Man, it's like he became a new man. You never thought the awkward nerdy guy would pull up to class late with new piercings. On his eyebrow and his lip. You were stunned to say the least, he's... Hot? This totally normal thing called being 'tardy' suddenly seamed like a sense of rebellion, especially for this guy, Jeon Jungkook. Wow, such a bad boy.

Throughout the week he'd show up less covered, usually he'd wear sweater vests with a neatly tucked shirt and black or brown slacks or occasionally jeans. Now he's been wearing oversized shirts and baggy sweats and jeans. And not to mention his entirely detailed sleeve on his arm, which has very much been in the works for quite the while you bet. Where was the cute nerdy boy you knew? This was a whole new man. Even the girls that never bat an eye started noticing. You weren't going to lie and say you weren't a little jealous. I mean come on? These girls were ignoring him just 2 weeks ago, now they're fawning over him and his new look.....

"STUDENT SETTLE DOWN PLEASE. today we'll be writing an essay about what we've learned this month. Please be sure to turn the essay in by Friday night." The professor was making y'all write an essay. This is so boring, you were just thinking about that comfortable bed of yours.

While digging in your backpack for your laptop and some paper, you couldn't find any sort of writing utensils. This was so annoying, how is it that Suddenly when you ACTUALLY need a pen or pencil you couldn't find one. Jesus Christ, what a unlucky way to start on homework.

"pssst, hey.. hey, ppsssst" you were trying to whisper call on Jungkook, he was not budging. "Jeon, hey" you were not getting anywhere. Suddenly he side eye looked at you. Okay?...

"what do you want, were supposed to get busy." He said monotoned, he really is still nerdy sounding.

"well I won't get anywhere near busy if you'd just hear me out for a bit. Do you have a pen or pencil I can borrow, please?" You're regretting asking. He's probably gonna decline and say 'you should've brought your own".

"hmm.. I do, but you have to give it back, I always keep 4 pencils exactly." Close to the response you thought.. kinda.

"ugh okay, thanks" ou! Fancy mechanical pencil! And it had a cool retractable eraser!

This essay was gonna kill you. come to think of it what did you even learn this month?....

You and Jungkook had became friends, this past month you slowly would talk to him or try to talk big conversations, you really found him interesting. He was like a new subject you were trying to learn about. You've learned he's quite....odd? He didn't get your jokes sometimes, he was unaware of social cues at times, and he was too straight up. You thought he didn't like you, he was so blunt. on a random day when you guys went to the library he commented on how messy your notes were, how your hair was messy and looked unprofessional for school, and even on how wearing Birkenstocks with socks was strange. He was nitpicking random things, things you wouldn't even pay attention to. This gave you a feeling of self awareness, you felt like he didn't like you, he was making you realize a lot of things you hadn't.

"Jungkook, I really like you but you've got to stop nitpicking things I don't even notice, I'm sure you can keep it to yourself? You don't hear me saying how the way you styled your hair today looks off from yesterday, or how you're wearing two different shades of black and I don't like that."

"why wouldn't you like it? I like it." He said confused and somewhat agitated.

You gave him a knowing look of "do you see now?"

He sat silently before asking

"do you really not like my two different shades of black?" There was a pause before you started giggling. He looked so confused, you couldn't help but giggle.

"alright. Wanna come by my dorm tonight? Study a little and maybe order takeout and watch a movie? Shrek perhaps?" You tried changing the conversation hoping he'd forget the little conflict.

This would be the first time you invite him to your dorm, you were too shy to ask, he was also shy though, more than you probably. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"uhm..sure.. just send me you dorm number." He seemed shy just asking that, you were excited though. He was such a cute and smart guy, he was very helpful when studying. He taught you new things too, the other day he taught you about why pigeons don't know how to build nests.

Around 6:30 he texted you saying he's on his way to your dorm. You were SO nervous for no reason, you tried to tidy up around your room, and by tidy you mean deep cleaned. You've never seen such a clean room, you loved it though.

*Knock, knock, knock*

"Comiingggg" you walked to your door and opened it to Jungkook. In a black tee shirt and grey sweat pants.. you felt your hear beat faster. He looked so.. FINE.

"Hello Y/n, I didn't know what kind of drink you liked so I bought Gatorade, orange juice, and water. I hope you like.. these." He looked so genuine, you appreciate him for trying.

"oh wow! I like all. I wouldn't have minded your pick. Thanks though, come in. Make yourself comfortable." He came in and sat himself on your bed, he was looking around curiously. He was looking attentively, like he was gather information.

"sorry if you might not like the scent in my room, Im trying this mango air freshener out-"

"I like it. It's okay. So where are your notes and stuff, we can get started right now if you'd like, that way we can have more time to hangout..if you want."

This genuinely surprised you? He wanted to spend time with you? Your heart had a sudden rush.

"oh? O-okay, yeah. Uhm let me get my laptop." You hurriedly grabbed your bag, you bent down you're oblivious but your ass caught Jungkook's attention by accident. He stared.. he felt his blood rush down his pants.

"okay I've got my laptop!" You walked to your bed and plopped next to him.

His face was red. Visibly red actually.

"you okay?"

"y-yeah.." he looked away from you in embarrassment. Immediately onto his notes.

After a long hour and a half, you guys were done, you decided to order for delivery instead, Jungkook didn't want to go out anymore, you were tidying around your room, who new studying was messy.

"can't wait for that pasta, I'm hungry. Also hot, this hoodie is too warm" Jungkook look slightly, seeing you take your hoodie off made HIM hot.. his body tensed up. Your black halter top made your boobs look so good, he caught a glimpse of them before you turned to him.

"freeeee!" you said in a giggle.

He was respectful, of course.. but he still IS a man.... with male... tendencies.

"can I use your restroom, please? I need to wash my hands"

"why the restroom? I've got a small sink by the dresser." You pointed to the hidden sink.

"I have to use the restroom too." He said straight faced. He was trying to get away from you as fast as possible or else his print would be visible VERY quickly, maybe he shouldn't have worn grey sweats. Maybe two different shades of black wasn't bad after all like you said.

"okay, yea. It's that door right there." You're not sure why but you have a feeling you made Jungkook uncomfortable, what could you have possibly done.

*knock, knock, knock*

"ouuu pasta must be here. JUNGKOOK! PASTAS' HERE!" you got out of your bed and quickly answered the door. You're excited.

After some very awkward moments of eating and small talk you put on Shrek the movie, you guys were on your bed now. But you felt a sudden rush, you've been avoiding thinking about him but he's so fine. He's hot in this little ensemble he put together, the grey sweats made his print noticable. Your mouth felt dry all of the sudden. You felt and decided to lay down and drape your legs on his thighs. You felt his body tense up. This made you feel butterflies. It's almost like you had an ad advantage.

"uhm.. Y/n.. I- " you cut him off and looked up at him directly into his eyes. Oh those siren eyes of yours.. they're killing him. His eyes began to widen when he realized that you're now turned around facing his lap. More so his crotch.

"Kook.." you start innocently. "Have you ever been... Touched?" You said softly and quietly. You scared him. He can't comprehend how you'd gone from fun from "fun and nice, sweet and understandable" to "horny seduction demon" he's also never had physical Intimacy, only cute kisses and hugs. This was odd, he liked how he felt though. You gave him butterflies.

"N-no" you looked at him straight in his eyes again. This time you say up slightly and palmed his dick through his sweats. He let out an lewd quiet moan. Your pussy was pulsating from excitement.

"mm poor boy. Do you like when I touch you like this?" You say quietly. You began stroking the outline of his dick, then you pulled his sweats down following after, his boxers. His hard Dick sprung up. You were in awe at the largeness before your eyes. You didn't know what you expected.. but surely not this monster. The sayings are true. It's always the quiet and shy ones.

"auh.. fuck" he whispered lewdly. What a turn on.

"mhm? You like that kookie?"

Precum began to slowly ooze from out the tip. Red and sore from the friction being created from your hands. You started pacing faster, stokes becoming gradually faster.

"augh, f-fuck. I don't wanna c-"

You sunk you whole mouth on his cock. Filling your mouth with only half of his cock. You started deep thoating, harder and faster, the lewd noises becoming louder and messier. Chocking on his dick you took him like a champ.

"I'm not done with you babe." You say with saliva and cum dripping from your mouth. You're Cock drunk.

"Y-you're not?!" He seemed genuinely shocked.

You got up and sat on his lap, legs sitting on either side of his thighs. Your booty shorts rode more up your thighs.

You began to ride him. Fully clothed, you began riding, Jungkook instinctively grabbed your ass and pressed you down to create harder friction.

"mm- F-fuck. Oh my, Jungkook augh- you moaned loudly, your pussy was so wet and it was throbbing. Suddenly. Jungkook's switched. He became the lewd one. You never expected to hear something like this come out of his mouth..

"Yeah? You like that you fucking slut? You like seducing quite guys?" He said through his teeth in a hiss. Gripping your ass. Your so turned on at his sudden switch.

"mhm baby" you mewed.

"take the shorts off. Now" yes sir. Anything for Me. Jeon.

You got up off him and you did a little strip tease. It was better that what Jungkook visioned.

You slowly hopped back on him and you grabbed his cock and slowly sat on him. Man was he stretching you out. Nice and good.

"augh fuck Kook. You're so big" you said in a gasp. He just looked at you with a smirk. Man you loved every minute of this.

"that's right baby take me like a fucking champ" you sat on him completely but suddenly.. when you began riding, his speed increased, he began slamming into you.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, augh babe, you're hitting the spot" your moans were something straight out of a porn video.

"yeah? You like that? Look at me when I fuck you Y/n look at me." He said grabbing your face. Who is this man?! This isn't shy little Jungkook with the cute boba eyes?! This was Jeon Jungkook. The fucking man.

After what felt forever, you and Jungkook did some after care. He went and fetched you an after pill at the nearest pharmacy. Yes at 1 am.

You were beat. Inside and out. Literally. You felt numb, could hardly walk. Your pussy was sore. You can't count how many times he made you cum and squirt but he really overstimulated you. You're so ready for a part 2 of this.

The next day you went to class and sat with Jungkook. Suddenly he became shy again?! Two faced much?

Guys... Let me know if you want a part 2 lol, this is my first time writing a fanfic lol🥹

#jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts

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oliveroctavius · 4 months

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I got this ask on main but thought I'd pick it up here, my comics history/fashion ramble blog. I'd been wondering this exact same thing recently, and Google initially wasn't much help—Rocketeer replica jackets describe themselves only as "Rocketeer jackets" and the one Lobster Johnson cosplay thread just suggested ordering one of those.

The most curious part is the double seam and horizonal row of buttons that mark out the entire front as possibly being an unbuttonable "bib", like a plastron front. (Please don't ask how late in the game I worked out that "plastron" is the right word for that.)

The closest genuine Golden Age example of a plastron jacket I found was the military tunic style uniform of Blackhawk, created in 1941.

(Pics from the '52 movie serial (right) really show how awkward it is to combine open lapels + plastron. On a double breasted coat, that chest panel IS the bottom lapel, folded shut.)

Here's the thing: This outfit mirrors that of the Nazi ace pilot he fights in the origin issue, von Tepp (middle). And compare further to the far right: real life WWI flying ace Manfred von Richthofen, AKA the Red Baron, in imperial German Uhlan (lance cavalry) uniform.

"The Germans had designed such great costumes, we decided to use them ourselves," co-creator Cuidera is quoted as saying in Steranko's History of Comics, which (more dubiously, in my opinion) compares the look to the Gestapo or SS. Breeches or jodhpurs weren't strictly a Nazi thing at the time, but they do add to the overall effect.

Compare two other military tunic themed costumes from 1940, on Captain Marvel and Bucky Barnes. These are asymmetrically buttoned, and switch to a more classic circus strongman look below the waist.

But somewhere around 1975, with the Invaders book, Bucky gets a buttoned bib! There's something infectious about it—the symmetry, maybe. (Even re: the characters we started with; Mignola didn't draw Lobster Johnson with buttons down the right side, but every artist after does. And Spider-Noir wore a sweater under his coat until Shattered Dimensions introduced the double-breasted vest.)

If it didn't reach his belt, Barnes' button-on front + shirt collar combo would resemble a bib-front western shirt, like the one that became the Rawhide Kid's signature look in '56. (Or Texas Twister's in '76.)

This shirt entered the old-West-obsessed public imagination in the 1940s/50s largely because John Wayne wore it in several cowboy movies. In reality it was rare among cowboys, more common with firefighters and civil war era militia.

Military tunics, Western shirts, alright, but does anything match the style and material and era, or are these jackets a total anachronism? I tried looking into 1930s leather flight jackets and was surprised when the closest-looking results were marked as Luftwaffe.

It took me a bit to work out why: USAF and RAF issued standard flight jackets with a center closure. The Luftwaffe instead let their pilots buy non-standardized ones. The 'weird' double-breasted black German flight jackets were in fact fairly normal (but repurposed) motorcycle racing jackets.

Far left is an English biker's jacket that dates back to the 1920s. Even without the bib, this may be as close as you'll get to an authentic Rocketeer. The jodhpurs were pretty common to complete the look. (What was an early motorcycle anyways, if not a weird metal horse?) The first biker jacket with the now iconic off-center diagonal zip was designed in America in 1928 and yet as far as I can tell, not a single actual pre-war pulp hero wore one.

The greatest weakness of this post is that I haven't been able to find any of these artists' notes on how, exactly, they arrived at similar versions of this iconic Pulp Front Panel Jacket. I'm sure I've missed some things. But as far as I can tell, this jacket is an odd bit of convergent stylistic evolution from the above influences that's picked up enough momentum to now be self-perpetuating.

The problem with pulp heroes is that for the most part, they just wore clothes. The appeal of this jacket is actually very similar to what the 1940s thought the appeal of the bib-front shirt in westerns was: It's alien enough to feel "old". It looks like something invented before zippers or synthetic fabrics. It looks formal and militant but also renegade, rebellious. It also looks a little mad-sciencey*. It's a costume, but you can nearly fool yourself into thinking the past was weird enough that you could find something this cool on the rack.

If I wanted to end on some grand point, I could try to argue that there's a thematic throughline between fascist fashion, John Wayne movies, and throwback pulp. A manufactured aesthetic valorizing the violence of a fictional golden age... but I think the noir stylings of the post-Rocketeer comics in this lineup mean that, at least on some level, they know the "good guys" didn't dress like this.

*If I had another couple weeks of time to burn, I'd try to trace the visual history of the Howie coat in popular culture and investigate its possible connections to this. Alas, I do actually have a life.

#thank you for reading. also don't read golden age blackhawks the racism is awful even by era standards.#comics history #costume taxonomy #<- forgot I had that tag.#not to be like ''in MY favorite comics...'' again but may I point out that Hellboy and Robo and Tom Strong just wear... clothes #like. yknow. A pulp series that had confidence in itself rather than trying to cosplay as eras it thinks were cooler might do-#[I am yanked offstage before I can restart that rant]#the rocketeer

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somewherebetweendisorder · 6 months

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Good Morning

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff and badly written smut, oral (f receiving), Eddie cums in his pants

A/N: I do plan on editing this and hopefully making it less cringe later but we'll see if I get to that

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Eddie in a sweater has you melting for a sleepy sort of domesticity with the man before you. The sweater is yours, a dark mossy green, and it fits him nicely, snug across his shoulders. His hair is swept up into a low bun, bangs kissing his eyebrows, hands moving out of habit to start a pot of coffee for the morning. He hasn't seen you yet, sure you're still asleep where he left you in bed, hoping to make you breakfast before you wake. He hums to himself softly, something familiar.

He pauses, hums the same part, pulls a face when it doesn't sound quite right before starting over again. Sensing you, he looks up, finds you leaning against the doorframe, his tee shirt slipping off your shoulder, revealing the lovebites he left behind the night before. A smile brightens his face, explodes in his eyes, the birth of a star, happy as though he hasn't seen you in ages. He realizes his surprise is ruined, a frown crinkling the corners of his eyes, but he brushes it off quickly.

"Hi, baby. Good morning."

Voice still thick with sleep, eyes hazy, he crosses to you, arms linking behind your back, tugging you close. "Hi."

Your smile is sunny, brighter than the dewy light spilling through the slanted blinds, pooling on the thin, worn carpet, providing hot spots for Cleopatra to bask in. He smiles back, diving in to smack wet, little kisses across your neck, reveling in your breathy gasp, taking it as encouragement to keep going.

Of course, it's a plea to keep going, just like when you finger the loose baby hairs at the back of his neck, urging him closer, lips caressing the shell of his ear, whispering his name the way you do.

"Eddieeeee."

It's somewhere between a whine and a moan, a desperate cry to be closer, have more of him. You'd crawl inside of him if you could. The thought, honest as it is, is so bizarre and bordering disturbing it has you huffing a laugh into his skin, tickling the sensitive flesh, distracting him.

"What's so funny?"

You shake your head, hair soft as it strokes his cheek, catching his attention. One of his hands comes up to finger the strands, curling them around his fingers, tugging gently, eyes on yours, waiting for an explanation.

"I'd crawl inside of you." He blinks at the words, not a hint of judgment in the earthy depths, processing.

"Like a parasite? Awww, that's so cute, baby girl."

"What? No, I mean, I guess it could be like that. But I mean how you just look so soft and warm and kissable and- I want to bite your face off and cuddle."

Eddie tries to keep a straight face to his credit, but your eyes are so serious, imploring, lips twisted into a little pout and he can't help but laugh, the sound deep and throaty, laced with the remaining edge of his morning voice. "I mean, fuck gorgeous, I'd be so down for that."

"Stop laughing at me. I'm serious."

"I'm not laughing at you! You're just cute, 's all."

The huff dancing past your lips ruffles his bangs, fans his face, has him leaning in for a kiss, despite your feigned struggle to pull away. "Don't even pull that with me. You know you love me."

You do, irrevocably. Up on tiptoes to meet his lips, hot and heady, his tongue swiping a bold line across the seam of your lips. The coffee maker beeps, dragging you both back down to earth, smiling like fools.

"You're a weird one, Y/N."

Rather than argue you cup his cheeks in your hands, studying his eyes, the honeyed brown, molten chocolate, and flecks of something darker. He smiles, cheeks squished together before you lick a bold, sticky stripe from his jaw to his temple.

"Damn right, Munson. You knew that from the jump. Now hurry up with the coffee so we can go back to bed."

You dance away to lean against the dinette, inching back onto the table until your feet dangle above the floor. It's cold against your legs, Eddie's shirt doing little to cover you.

"Someone woke up bossy this morning." He steps close, between your thighs, cupping the back of your head as he leans in for another kiss, his other hand dropping to squeeze the doughy flesh of your hip, dragging you right to the edge of the table.

"I wake up bossy every morning," you gasp, right against his lips which tip up into a smile.

"Mm. That's true."

Then there isn't much room for talking, his tongue licking into your mouth, a bit too wet, but entirely welcome, hot and sticky. His fingers are slowly creeping under the hem of his shirt, pushing it up your body, revealing an expanse of soft flesh. He's leaning forward, encouraging you back against the table, lips eager, mapping a hungry trail across your jaw, down your neck. He lingers here, teeth sinking into the tender column of flesh, eager to leave yet another sweet reminder.

You moan as his fingers brush over your nipple, back arching off the table enough to allow him to pull your shirt over your head. Eddie's hips buck into you at the sound, painfully hard in his pajamas, pressing right against where you want him most. Where you need him most. The swell of sensations has your eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling into his hair, releasing it from the confines of the hair tie.

"Eddie," you breathe, opening your eyes, meeting his gaze as his tongue flicks out over your nipple, the bud stiffening under the wet heat of his tongue. He places open-mouth kisses across your chest, laving away at your skin, spurred on by your breathy praise.

You're nearly unaware of his strong fingers tugging your underwear down your legs, distracted by the scorching trail of his lips down the valley of your breasts, across the sensitive skin of your stomach, placing a reverent kiss first on one hip, then the other.

He's on his knees, dark eyes blown with lust, appreciating the view before he dives in. Something in your eyes must give you away because he's leaning forward to place a sweet kiss right against your clit, and then there's nothing sweet left. He moves against you, eager and wet, until your fingers are knotting in his hair, voice pitching high in a whine, back arching off the table.

You ride out your orgasm against his face, nose prodding deliciously at your clit until you're tugging him up by his hair, intent on kissing him. The taste of yourself on his tongue is intoxicating, thigh slotting between his legs as he ruts against you. You know when he cums, a shudder rolling up his spine, arms stiffening around you, a low growl falling past his lips.

You stay like that, his body heavy atop yours, coming back down to earth second by second, his nose pressed into your neck, your fingers drawing lazy patterns across his back beneath the sweater.

"I think the coffee's done," he finally mumbles into your skin, his smile evident in his voice.

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't noticed."

His lips find yours once more, one last saccharine, searing kiss before he pushes himself up, once again trying to prepare breakfast. You follow him up, curling your arms around his chest, forehead pressed to his back.

"Good morning, Eds."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

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shallyne · 1 year

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Feyre Week Day 7: The Rulers of Night

Mamabear

I didn't plan to write this but now I did, enjoy.

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TW: none

Nyx tells Feyre about his plans and she goes into protective Mama mode

Feyre sat on the edge of her bed as she brushed Nyx's hair. It became their little tradition over the years. She would brush his hair while he told her about his day. There were few days when they didn't do this. "...and I told him he can try!" Nyx finished his story. Feyre chuckled and asked "What did he do?" Nyx snorted. "Nothing! He chickened out!"

Feyre laughed and held her hand out, for him to high five. He did. When Feyre put the brush down he turned around. "Can you braid it?"

She smiled. "Of course." she said and gestured for him to turn back around. As she started to braid his Raven-Black Hair, he stuffed cookies in his mouth that Elain had made the day before. Sometimes Feyre was surprised about how much her teenage son could eat in a day but now she was used to it, it became normal. He grew a lot. That's another thing she had suddenly realized when he stood beside her and she had to crane her neck to look at his face. He was taller than her for a while now and it looked like he would grow taller than his father.

"Hello!" Rhys chirped as he entered the room, as if summoned by Feyres thoughts.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Nyx asked and bit in the next cookie. "Why are you not?" Rhys asked and swiped one of the cookies from Nyx's plate. He gasped and turned the plate away from Rhys. "I am in a great mood!"

"Stop moving!" Feyre told her son. He huffed but stopped. Rhys grinned at him. "I heard you had a good day at the camp."

Nyx shrugged "A normal day."

"Tell me about it." Rhys said as he pulled the chair in front of the vanity closer to sit across from them. Nyx didn't need a second invitation as he started to describe his day in detail. Feyre met Rhys's eyes and smiled. He smiled back. Feyre finished the braid while Nyx still talked about his day so she just showed him a thumbs up and listened to his story. When he finished, Rhys started to give him tips about how to provoke other Illyrians without getting in trouble.

"Rhys!" Feyre said.

"What?" he asked defensively. "I help him to not get into trouble!" Nyx nodded.

"Stop, don't provoke anyone." she said. "What if they provoked me first?" Nyx asked.

"You know that's not what I mean." Feyre said. Nyx grinned at her and held his plate up "Do you want my last cookie?"

Feyre sighed. "No, thank you. You can have it."

"Yes!" he whispered and shoved it in his mouth. He then touched the braid "Perfect, thank you!"

She slid to the side to make room for him when he stood up and he sat right beside her. "Now that you're free the whole next week I planned a day for us both!"

When she looked at Rhys he frowned. "What?" she rolled her eyes. "Okay, a day for us three."

"That's not it." Nyx said. He fumbled with the seam of his sweater "I'm not home next week."

"What?" Feyre asked irritated. "You don't have to go to Illyrian, you just told me today. What changed?"

"Well, that's true but I'm going to join Uncle Az on his mission in the mortal realm." Nyx admitted. Feyre felt like someone punched her in the gut and the wave of worry that flooded through the bond, she probably also looked like it. "That's going to be the whole week if you're lucky." Feyre said and looked at Rhys. "Did you know that?"

"Yes, but-"

"Since when?" Feyre interrupted. Rhys sighed "Yesterday."

"You knew since yesterday and I assume Azriel did too and you're telling me now?" She hissed. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning." Nyx said quietly.

"My seventeen year old son is going on a potentially very dangerous mission and you tell me the evening before?" Feyre threw her hands in the air, exasperatedly. She abruptly stood up and walked to the door.

"Mom, don't be mad." Nyx said. She turned around "I'm not mad. I am going on a walk to clear my head and then we are talking."

Nyx nodded and she went out of the door. On a balcony she shifted her wings and flew towards the house of wind. Then she entered the house. "Where is Azriel?" Feyre asked when she walked by Cassian. "In his room, why?"

She waved her hand dismissively and went to Azriels room. She knocked once and entered his room. He didn't look surprised, hsi shadows probably had alarmed him the minute she landed on the balcony. He sat on his desk and Feyre came as close as possible. She leaned down and said "You're going on a mission with Nyx?"

"Yes." he answered.

"And you didn't think about asking me?" she asked.

"I talked with Rhys and he said it's okay."

"I talked to Rhys." Feyre mocked. "For the future, Azriel, if you're making any plans about my son you are to talk it through with me. I don't care what Rhys says and if he says yes a thousand times." she tapped his chest and she had to restrain every ounce of power from coming out. "Are we clear about that?"

"Yes, we are clear about that." he answered.

She pressed her finger harder into his chest. "Nyx better not come home with even a scratch or a hair out of place. Understood?"

"Of course I won't-"

"Understood?" she asked.

"Understood." Azriel answered. "I wouldn't let anything happen to Nyx. I'll protect him with my life."

Feyre nodded. "Good." She looked at the desk. "How important is this?"

Azriel followed her gaze. "It can wait a bit."

"Okay, fine.'' She looked at his chest and cleared her throat when she realized he's not wearing a shirt. "Then put on some clothes and come to my office in the river house."

Azriel nodded. She nodded in response and left his room without another word. She flew back home and told Rhys and Nyx mind to mind to come to her office. That's where she and the three boys found themselves soon after.

She sat on her desk, in her chair, and Azriel, Nyx and Rhys sat opposite from her. "So, I had a talk with Azriel." Feyre explained. "And your dad already promised you that you can go, Nyx, I won't intervene with it this time." Nyx beamed when she said that "But I have a few conditions, without them you won't go."

Nyx nodded. "Of course."

Feyre smiled and continued. "First of all, I want you to talk to me everyday, at least once. If you don't do that, I'll drag you back to Velaris myself."

Nyx nodded. "Yes, I will."

"Second, you're listening to Uncle Az all of the time. He knows best, there's no time for your stubbornness in these situations. I do not want you to play hero because you think you know better. You're there to learn." Feyre continued to list.

"I know. I will, I promise. Listen to Uncle Az, I mean." Nyx agreed.

"That also includes staying close. I don't want to hear that something happened because you wanted to explore on your own." she said and Nyx nodded.

"And third, if you feel uncomfortable and want to go home, just tell us. We'll get you without any questions, okay? No matter the reason."

"Of course." Nyx said. "I know that."

"Lastly, today was the last time you pulled something like this. In the future, you're asking me." She looked at Azriel and Rhys. "The next time I won't be so nice."

"I'm sorry." Rhys said. Azriel nodded in agreement. "It won't happen again."

Feyre forced a smile. "Good, okay. Then that's settled."

Nyx jumped up and hugged her. "Thank you!" He kissed her cheek. "You won't regret it."

Feyre's eyes wandered to Azriel and Rhys again. "I better not." she pulled back and cupped Nyx' cheeks. "Take care of you while you're gone, okay?"

Her eyes started burning as Nyx promised her he would take good care of himself and Az and that they will be back faster than she will realize he's even gone. That wouldn't be the case but Feyre knew that this would happen sooner or later and even if it hurt, she wanted her soon to be free.

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amaribelt · 10 months

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not done not proofread or anything and i might scrap the whole eding im so tierd my brain isnt thinking well so far but this is just a part of the wip

The ballroom door was the only thing keeping the light classical music from spilling out into the hall and with each step the music grew louder with Vils heels clicking on the polished wooden floor, he outstretched his hand before looking back at Epel before pushing open the ballroom door. Epel took some quick and hasty steps following Vil inside and quickly closing the door behind him he hated that he had to do this. His eyes were met with a tall figure one arm outstretched toward him and Vil the other one following the same direction as their leg hung in the air. Long legwarmer covered their legs almost meeting the hem of their shorts the sweater and the slightly messed up ponytail were probably enough to give Vil a heart attack but to Epels shock all he did was give a small round of applause.

“That was lovely Sable-san, was that fourth?” their head shot up as they hastily brushed their bangs out of their face their cheeks were slightly red as they approached us “oh! Vil-san your here early but yes that was a fourth position arabesque.. i'm surprised you remembered” the last part came out no louder than a mumble as they looked at the purple haired boy. Vil let out a small chuckle “considering how much you scolded me about the improper form i dont think id ever forget, none of my lessons seem to be getting though with him so im hoping some ballet lessons with you might finally get though to him” sable nodded their head taking in every inch of Epel with a smile “id be glad to help Vil-san, Duckie and I will do our very best” he clapped his hands together as the second boy walks towards the white haired beastman. Vil simply smiled as he started walking out of the room “play nice” his voice was coy as he took a final step out ot of the room and shut the door.

The two approached the shorter boy taking in every detail although his PE uniform is not preferred ballet attire it will do for now, “Epel right? Im assuming you have no ballet experience so please make this easy and follow along theirs a reason why i don't teach children” sable took his hand dragging him to the middle of the floor and sat down, epel hesitantly sat down across from him looking at down at the ground. The black haired boy sat next to Epel forming something reminiscent of a triangle feathers adorned his head almost like a halo, they were definitely pretty and it made sense on why they are in pomefiore. “So were gonna start off with some stretches, i dont expect you to be as flexible as us but put in some effort Duckie will be helping you with some of them” duckie waved at epel with a slight smile before looking back at sable.

Even when Epel would follow the stretches to the best of his ability he couldnt help but feel frustrated he couldnt touch his toes with the hamstring stretches and both of them practically folded with that stupid pidgin stretch, but the side straddle seamed to frustrate him the most as dark haired boy gently pushed on his back. Even though he knew over stretching could lead to further injury he couldnt help but feel he was getting treated like the fragile boy many others viewed him as even if he tried to shove it to the back of his mind it was annoying. The fact that Sable-san was so good at something he didnt even care about was frustrating as he couldnt even seem to understand why someone would put some much effort into ballet of all things. By the time they finally left the floor and made his way over to the Barr sables smile was gone and replaced with a slightly stern expression.

“So! Where going to start with a Plie in first position, to get in first position put your heels together with your feet pointed out. For now just focus on my legs and copying that movement then we can work on piecing the arm movement with the leg movement, just bend your legs for me” the bunny beastman bent their legs a little bit their arm movie gracefully from the front of their body to the side, Duckie copied aswell a slight bend of the knees and graceful arm movement. Epel tried to copy their movement but a small squeak left his mouth as he couldnt seem to mimic their movement and keep his feet on the ground. Duckie turned to him with the most reassuring smile he could have musted up “i-its okay its bound to happen your first time, just keep on following our lead your doing great epel-san.”

Sable kept throwing out a bunch of terms at him with pretty simple movements they all seamed to drag on into the next with some being harder than what he would like to admit. From Grande Plies to Degage and tendu they all seemed tedious and could have put him to sleep if it wasnt for Sable and Duckie snapping him back to reality whenever it was time to change legs or try something new. From the little he knew about ballet none of this was the frilly costumes and big jumps this all was slow he couldnt understand why someone would devote themselves to this in the first place.

Time seemed to drag on until Epel finally got a break from the mindless chore that was learning another position or doing another leg kick with a fancy smanshy name with sable and duckie trying to learn more about him by dragging him into another conversation. He hesitantly sat on the floor but the way sable sat criss cross apple sauce and leaned in to limit the space was a little endearing. “Sooo!~ Whats the deal with you epel” Sable kept dragging out certain parts of his words as his ears moved down almost wacking duckie. Epel could feel his face flush a bit as he looked away from him choosing to look at duckie instead “um,, my deal,, i guess im just not into all that frilly dainty stuff” even though he tried to tone down the reason hes not exactly on Vils good side the sable desperately tried to hold back a laugh. They covered their mouth with one hand and brushing away small tears with the other before looking at duckie.

“D-duckie do you remember how much Vil flipped out with some of the first years last year- Oh Oh or how much he flipped out when he found out what i did to my uniform” duckies face seemed to light up as he too started laughing too. “Im surprised hes being this hard on you for not being the biggest fans of frills he almost killed us when he found out we were dying our school ties in a pot we stole from the kitchen” sable and duckies laughter was honestly contagious and if they all hadent ment over the fact hes being forced to do ballet of all things they would be good help if he ever needed it from someone other than vil.

#amari writes stuff or something

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clothinglabels · 1 year

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If you're like me, you probably have a few enamel pins that you really love but don't quite know how to style them. Luckily, there are lots of ways to wear pins and show them off. In this blog post, I'll share 15 of my favorite pin placements. Whether you're looking for a subtle way to show off your personality or want to make a statement, there's sure to be a placement that's perfect for you. So grab your pins and let's get started! What to do with Enamel Pins? - Discover the Top 15 Pin Placements to wear them! On a jacket - denim, leather Enamel pins are a great way to add some personality and flair to your favorite jackets! For denim or leather, they can be placed anywhere - whether you want to make a classic statement at the lapel of your jacket or go for something a little more creative elsewhere, you can't go wrong with an enamel pin. Adding an unique touch to the right spot on your jacket will make all the difference. Experiment with different colors, designs, and placements - there's no rule that every jacket pinned has to look the same! Have fun and express yourself. On a purse or handbag Adding an enamel pin to your handbag is a smart way of showcasing your personal style while giving life to a plain bag. Whether it's a printed fabric, leather, or something more luxurious, an enamel pin can be pinned onto any style handbag in a variety of shapes and sizes. Placement tips include near handles, seams or pockets so the pin stands out nicely against the bag's backdrop. On a backpack When placing your pin on a backpack there are some key areas to focus on that will make all the difference. Try placing them along the zipper line or at the edge of the flap, this will give off a nice touch both when your bag is open and closed. Additionally, making sure they are placed in areas which don’t interfere with any straps or pockets will give it an added sleek look. Pins on Shirt collar Collar pins provide a sophisticated focal point, while adding texture and color - sure to catch the eye of any visitor. To make an even bolder statement, pair two different colors or patterns of pins on each side of the collar for maximum impact. When using your creativity with collar pins, like with all accessories, less is often more - having too many alternate colors and designs may look tacky in the long run. On Pet clothing Show your love for animals with pet clothing accessorized with enamel pins! The possibilities are endless when you secure pins to a collar, leash, or other pet clothing. With so many fun choices out there, you can express your and your pet’s unique style. Whether you choose to go for a subtle monochromatic look or color combination that matches their favorite toy, it’s sure to get the attention of fellow pet owners. On Sweaters Wearing enamel pins on a sweater is an excellent way to spruce up an outfit. Pinning multiple pins onto the same sweater is a great way to create a bold ensemble, or you can opt for a more subtle approach by simply wearing one pin. You could also incorporate a mix of colored and metallic pins for an eclectic touch. On Lab coats Wearing pins on lab coats has become increasingly popular in recent years, allowing for greater expression of individual personality. There are numerous variations of placement on lab coats when it comes to wearing enamel pins. You can adorn your collar all the way down the center placket, or keep decoration minimal by placing them on the lapel. The cuffs, pockets and back belt are all fair game as well, leaving many options available to show off your style! Make sure to choose colors that suit your ensemble, as well as whatever message you want to convey visually. With creative styling and strategic pin placement, your lab coat will be one of a kind! On Suits lapel Suits are already a sophisticated and stylish statement piece, but by simply adding an enamel pin to your suit lapel you can take it to

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animatedrapture · 3 years

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𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: there's nothing in the world that could make suna rintarō cry, not even after you disappeared with the hoodies you borrowed from him.

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰: angst. toxic relationship. break-up. post break up. gender neutral reader. ambiguous ending. what happened to reader?

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1.9-2k

"God, you make me so happy, Rintarō," you laugh, throwing your head back as you swung your legs from where you sat, Rintarō looking back at you with a lazy smile—like he's completely content at this moment. Picture perfect.

"Yeah? You think so?"

You snap your head at him, scoffing, yet the smile across your lips remains like it's an omnipresent glow.

"I could die right here and I'd die happy," you claim, grinning widely at him.

It's his turn to scowl at your comment, flicking your forehead, "You can't die on me here, dumbass."

That was Rintarō's form of affection, along with the immediate way his hand finds yours, interlacing your fingers together.

You always loved the way his love came in his affectionate touches; whatever differences you both had pale in contrast to the warmth of his skin on yours. It's those kinds of moments Rintarō had with you that constantly torments him to this day. But for you, in those moments, it was the cold feeling that never could leave your chest in his company.

Your relationship with Rintarō bloomed like a shock—the kind that had the twins' eyebrows furrowing together at the thought of, "you and Suna?" But your happiness was once so evident that it crawled up in their spines and whatever doubt they had dissipated like it was never there in the first place. So easily, you were someone who became a person they couldn't separate from Rintarō.

Fact is, Rintarō was—is—convinced you were the one for him, regardless of whether it showed or not. You were it; the only part of a puzzle that made everything make sense.

That fact didn't ring loud in his actions or his words, he lacked and he knew it. Yet, you did choose to date him knowing what he's like. Why should he have to change for you?

He was wrong, though. He knew that now.

"Where were you?" You ask him, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth anxiously, your fingers pulling at the seams of your sweater. You've been waiting for hours in his own home—you were supposed to spend the day together.

"Just places," he shrugs. You look away from him, eyebrows knotting together in the internal conflict washing over you.

"Rin, c'mon, work with me here, it's like I'm the only one in this relationship," you sigh exasperatedly.

Rintarō shoots you an annoyed look, "I don't have energy for this right now, yeah?" he answers you, his eyes flickering back to his phone as you sat in front of him, your eyes stinging and heart constricting against your chest.

The thing about Rintarō, unfortunately, is how addictive he is and the needles he poked so carelessly around your heart.

You grit your teeth, bite your tongue, inhale so deeply your lungs might as well give out, but there was no matching how alone you felt in Rintarō's company. The chills never fail to run up your body in the coldness of his nonchalance and in the way you could never get him to look at you for long enough.

As if you weren't worth his time.

Rintarō wonders how many nights you might've lied awake, thinking about how you had him but barely ever felt like you did. He wonders, it's his turn to lie awake at night, thinking about when his warm affection had turned so cold that you started avoiding his touches.

He wonders when his touch started to feel like a stranger to you.

"Hey," Rintarō greets you, sitting next to you on the couch like always, his hand instinctively moving to hold yours.

He thinks maybe he should've known, and it should've broken his heart at that moment when you abruptly pulled your hand away as soon as his skin pressed against yours.

You give him a tight lipped smile as he looks at you confused. He wants to ask why.

Maybe he should've.

"I'm sorry, you just surprised me," you scramble to explain as your heart beats out of your chest, yet it beats nothing like it did when he first held your hand.

"'s cool," he shrugs, bringing his hand inside the pocket of his hoodie. He didn't know he could feel any colder than that.

Rintarō felt like something was missing, yet he couldn't find it in himself to care. Whatever it was, he'd figure it out eventually.

And he did; just not in time.

"I think this isn't-this isn't working out anymore, Rintarō," you stutter, heart shattering under the weight of your own words.

There's a single beat of hesitation to Rintarō's gaze and the silence that hangs in the air before he nods, "Yeah. We could still be friends. It's good this is finally over."

Your knees felt weak from under you, yet you stood your ground even as the searing pain across your heart settled onto the bottom of your stomach.

It was too late when Rintarō found out that it was your touch that was missing, hollowing his chest as he watched you exhale with relief.

It was self-destructive, his next words. "Is there anything else, then?"

His gaze flickers to your bottom lip, quivering, before meeting your gaze again, you shake your head.

He nods again. It's okay, it's not a big deal, it was bound to happen.

"Well uh, can you give my hoodies back?" he asks again, eyeing the hoodie you drowned in. His hoodie. One of the many you had.

There's a sick satisfaction that covers his aching heart when he sees a tear roll down your cheeks for once.

"Y-yeah, of course. I'll hand it to you soon enough," you forced a smile.

That's what you said that day—but he never got his hoodies back. He never saw you again after that either.

It's karma, he thinks as he laid awake, staring up at his ceiling and wondering:

Where could you be?

It took him a lot of time but the pain that sat against his heart never went away but only increased as every mistake he made nagged at him.

Maybe he really didn't deserve to see you again.

"Hey, Rin?"

"Hm?" he answers, not even looking up at you. He doesn't see the way your lips curl downwards, or the way your eyes gloss over.

"W-who was that girl earlier? She was asking for your number, right?" you ask, your voice careful and soft as you try not to let the pain lace your voice.

Rintarō rolls his eyes, "It was no one, Y/N. It's not a big deal."

"Well I just got, got a bit curious cause you gave her your—"

He sighs, pursing his lips as he finally looks back at you before answering, "You're being ridiculous overthinking it. Besides, if you weren't so busy talking to 'Samu then you would've met her."

You close your eyes shut when he finally looks away from you, bottom lip quivering as you tried to hold your tears back.

"I-I think I'll go home early today, Rintarō. I'll see you tomorrow."

He only hums as you stood on your shaky legs, walking away from him.

Rintarō didn't notice he had started to count the days you were gone. Out of his reach.

Much like he was when you were together.

The day after you broke up, he messaged you, asking about the hoodies—and a few days after that, and another, and another—until he could no longer contact you, no longer find you.

Like you had hid away from him completely.

Rintarō never took himself as some sort of masochist, but as his thoughts lingered on you while he attempted to look for you again, talking to your old friends who insist they haven't heard from you for a long while.

Rintarō had played in his head so many situations when he'd finally see you again. He'd kneel for you if he had to, beg for another chance, cry in front of you if he had to.

Anything, anything, he'd do just to rid of the hollow space in his chest that you left him with. Anything just for you to come back to him.

Rintarō was smart, but you were always a few steps ahead of him.

There was nothing that could've prepared him when he sees your face in the crowd after the Olympic match, clad in a professional attire, glowing like you never have before—he feels like he's been punched in the throat as he watches you, smiling while you gripped on a microphone.

You're walking on your way towards him. Every step you took was suffocating for Rintarō, every emotion crashing down on him like ocean waves trying to drown him.

You speak first as you stood in front of him, he's towering over you so much more now, it's only been a year he last saw you, right?

You're interviewing him, you smile like you don't know him and he's looking back at you like he's seen a ghost.

What was he supposed to say? Why are you here? Where have you been?

His eyes search for you as he answers your every question, how can you be standing in front of him and speaking like you don't know him? Was he not and always will be your Rintarō?

"Lastly, do you plan on settling down soon? You have quite a lot of fans aski—"

"Y/N, don't you remember?" There's desperation in his voice when he finally snaps out of the shock you put him through.

He watches your face contort in confusion, looking so lost all of a sudden.

You stammer, "I-uh-can you-can we cut the camera for a bit?" You ask the camera man from behind you, who nods tentatively, walking away.

"I'm sorry but why are you—?"

There's finally doubt bubbling in his stomach, it feels vile and nauseating. "Y/N?" He asks, like he's trying to confirm it's you.

"Yes, my name is Y/N. Is there something… you need? I just-I just need to do this interview of you," you answer him. He can hear the same kind of apprehensive tone you have, the same voice, same way you spoke, and yet—

"Where did you go, Y/N? I never heard from you back—" he says, agitated. Rintarō was never one to cry, yet there's a sting behind his eyes that's telling him otherwise.

"Look, Su—"

"Don't you remember me?" His voice cracks, wanting nothing more than to lace his fingers with yours. "Y/N?"

The desperation in his voice drips like blood to the skin under the pressure of a knife, his heart breaking all over again. Right in front of you.

He hears you sigh, smiling at him in a way he couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I know you."

Rintarō's knees buckle from under him, your words feeling like a knife to his chest, every memory he had of you running rampant in his mind.

"I loved you, we were—" he starts, his pretty eyes glossing over, reaching his hand out to yours.

It was like that day all over again, you pull your hand away in an instant, avoiding his touch as if he was a stranger.

"I don't think we were anything, Suna."

Finally, Rintarō feels the stinging of his own tears falling.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @kiyoo-omi @kodzurin @fujiiis @yumeneji @amberalisa @xeilian @camcam1617 @t0xic-todoroki @unstableye @kou-kkii

#suna rintarou #suna #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #suna angst

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iamacolor · 2 years

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I've recently decided to start a creative textile mending service because as a designer I like to make things with my hands and I don't want to keep on making new things and to produce more to impact the planet negatively when there are so many clothes that just need a bit of creativity and colours to last longer and to be loved and creative mending just felt right (i might have found my calling). (I'll keep you guys updated for when it's actually launching in case you're interested - I'm currently following a two-month long coaching course to help me out before I can start colourfully mending away for good).

And to prepare for this business I've been talking about my project to the people close to me to get their feedback and to see if they have any clothes in need of some mending so I can get some more practice and some content form my communication etc And so I have offered my services to my 91yo great-aunt's friend who lives with her and has the most destroyed cardigan I've ever seen (my great aunt told me that she was ashamed of her friend when she wore it in front of visitors lol). This is what it looked like before (yeah it was basically hanging on by a thread) :

And this is what it looks like now that I've gotten my hands on it (the colour hasn't changed I just took the pics in two different locations and time of day - and I've washed it as well)

I had to re-knit the right sleeve from the top of the side seam, re-knit the bottom of the left sleeve and darn over the whole elbow area (it took me over two days all put together)

And they loved it! My great-aunt's friend was absolutely delighted with her upgraded cardigan, she thought it was beautiful (even more than before) and she loved how it was now asymmetrical and more colourful, my great-aunt told me that she was amazed because she honestly thought there was nothing to be done with that cardigan and that even if I managed to mend it it would still look ugly but that I had somehow made it more luxurious and that I had made something truly beautiful.

It was so nice to see them so happy to see something beautiful and to have my work be appreciated that way, they both so excited about it and planned to take pics to send to my great-aunt's friend's family. I could tell my great-aunt was proud of me and she even asked me to mend and decorate one of her own moth-eaten sweater that she would have gotten rid of otherwise! I think it had been a long time for both of them to see something new and to have someone making something for them (their generation used to have all its their clothes made to measure when they were young) and taking the time to make something beautiful for them.

So if anything, I’ve done that in life!

#i've made two ninety year old women very happy and i'm very pleased with myself #i'm honestly very proud of my work there i think it looks so nice and it was hard to return it lol #crafts #fashion #vinformation #mending #tumblr said fuck the quality of these pics though

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Minific of Akiko trying to get Ryu to wear an ugly Christmas sweater because she wants to match

Bold of you to assume she has to try, the guy's so whipped for the Chief he won't even hesitate

"...Terui?" Shoutaro hesitated, blinking at the other RIder. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"Don't ask me questions," Ryu huffed, sipping his eggnog pointedly. Shoutaro gave him an unimpressed look. "The Chief made it for me, okay?"

"Akiko." Shoutaro replied dubiously. "Akiko knitted that for you." Ryu nodded. "Well... it looks... interesting," he said diplomatically, knowing that if he was overheard telling the truth he would get a slipper to the head for his troubles.

The truth was, it looked terrible. It was a nice festive green color, with a felt snowman patch made of felt in the middle of the whole thing. Only, the sweater was obviously made by a beginner as the stitches weren't quite straight, one shoulder seam was lower than the other, and the snowman's smile was more sinister looking than happy. The thread used to attach the patch to the sweater was also fraying in places, and even Ryu had missed the pin that was used to tack the felt carrot onto the snowman's face.

"Did she make hers, too?" Shoutaro asked, gesturing at the Agency's boss. She was wearing a knitted jumper too, in a celebratory shade of red, with a matching snowman patch like Terui's. Hers was even worse- the sweater's bottom hadn't been hemmed, and the raw edges had started to fray a little. The snowman was made of three snowballs having jagged edges and some bits being obviously hot-glued on instead of secured with stitching.

Ryu grunted, and downed the rest of his eggnog. "I thought I told you not to ask questions."

Shoutaro shrugged. "Just trying to figure out how big of a bullet I dodged here by letting Philip decide what we were gonna dress like."

"...She was going to make yours with tinsel instead of patches."

Shoutaro huffed out a laugh. "Then we dodged a big one, then."

(Of course, Akiko overheard him and he got a slipper to the head, as usual.)

#kamen rider w #terui ryu #hidari shoutaro #narumi akiko #otp: teriyaki #minific #askrikkaiandhyotei

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luv-eddiediaz · 2 years

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Just like Buck and Eddie are having a hard time talking, I'm having a hard time making then talk. It's supposed to happen after this, but I've just stressing at a blinking cursor. I would blame my current cold, but, no, I think it's the boys.

Anyway, little treat!

God, Buck was tired.

Not just deep in his bones, but his mind too. He was absolutely exhausted trying to keep it all together, hold himself upright; steady on.

It wasn't just the shift, although that had been a literal day from hell, but it was the last 10 months piled on top.of the last 30 years.

30.

It would be his birthday soon, but he hadn't even given it much thought. He heard Taylor whispering into the phone about a party one night, but that was before Maddie left, before Chim hated him, before he realized that Eddie was slipping away from him too.

He was losing everybody, but he had her. He had Taylor all over - her sports bras in his drawers, her toothbrush in the bathroom, orange juice with extra calcium in the fridge. He wasn't sure he'd even asked her to move in with him, she just sort of did.

And, yea, it was nice. It was nice to come home to someone even when that someone wasn't always actually there, but sometimes, in those moments when Taylor was tucked perfectly underneath his chin, Buck felt like he was standing in a void of loneliness.

"You're here," Buck wasn't sure why he didn't say 'home' when he walked through the door and saw Taylor, tucking her phone away.

"So are you," she crossed the room and pressed his cheeks between her hands, "you've gotta stop getting yourself in all this trouble. It worries me."

"Yea, I know, but I'm fine. I don't think he was ever really going to hurt anyone but himself."

Taylor's fingers ghosted over the red gash on his forehead, "looks like he wasn't opposed to a little bit of hurt," she said and Buck took her wrist in his hand.

"I'm fine. I'll be even better once I sleep for the next twenty hours."

"Hmmm, not sure that's entirely healthy."

"But entirely necessary."

"How about we compromise with ten hours, and I'll wake you up really, really nicely when I get home?"

"You're leaving?"

"Yea. I've got some meetings. But, you're just gonna be sleeping anyway."

"Right. I'll uh - I'll see you when you get back then."

Taylor kissed him and grabbed her coat and purse from the dining room table. Had Buck come home ten minutes later would she have even been there? Would she have waited to make sure he was okay? Was that what their five minute exchange was?

Buck didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about anything, so he tossed his bag on the floor and dragged himself up the stairs. A shower would have done him good, but he fell face first into the bed instead.

Sleep overtook him so quickly, his feet hung off the bed, the blankets wrinkled underneath him rather than covering him with warmth and comfort.

It was somewhere between hour six and seven that the synapses in his brain started to wake up, and the last thirty hours of his life replayed like a movie behind his eyelids. Not just the terrible parts, but when he got into the Jeep that morning and found Chris's flash cards in the back seat, Eddie's sweater on the passenger side. He remembered pouring Eddie a cup of coffee when he got to the station, and Eddie rolling his eyes at Buck as he counted out each of the seven packets of sugar he stirred in. Eddie laughing at something Hen said, Eddie reassuring the young girl from their first call, Eddie carrying the med bag, running his fingers through his hair, smiling, resting his eyes…

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Fuck! It was always Eddie back there in his brain.

Blood on the street; so far away.

Eddie, calm under pressure when Buck was ready to burst at the seams with all the anger bubbling inside of him, the twitch of his finger after Buck's head met with the back end of a pistol, the way Eddie said his name demanding Buck stay with him - not to go to a place at least one of them couldn't fight their way out of, because someone had to go home.

Buck's heart, and how it stopped when that gun shot cracked through the night air and Buck thought…

Buried beneath the earth; so far away.

Buck woke with a scream strangled in his throat, covered in cold sweat, his heart pounding. He found his bearings in the note dark loft, and reached for his phone still in his pocket to check the time.

#that was supposed to say 'staring' but i think 'stressing' is also appropriate #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #writing #buddie fic

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kaimelia · 3 years

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by your side

a/n: hi! random post finale one-shot. enough for you ch 11 should be out later this week!

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"Amelia? Can we talk?" He watched as Meredith glanced between them, and he immediately knew exactly how she felt about what was going on.

"Maybe I should stay," Meredith whispered, slipping on her shoes as she held the door open.

"It's okay." Amelia pulled her cardigan around her body tighter, looking paler than the last time Link had seen her a few days ago. "We'll just sit outside, Mer; it's fine." She pushed past Meredith at the door and crossed her arms over her chest, shivering slightly at the breeze as she walked towards the steps at the end of the porch.

"There's something I have to tell you," Link sighed as he sat down beside her, leaving an uncomfortable gap of space between them. He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. "It doesn't excuse what happened; because I should've been checking in on you, but I need you to know what I've been dealing with, and every time I try and use my words, I can't do it." Amelia stared at him as he spoke before looking down at the paper, neatly unfolding it and straightening it out.

"Biopsy results? Whose are these?"

"Mine," Link bit his lip and looked away from her.

"Cancer? You have cancer?" He nodded slowly, his lips pursed tightly as he stared blankly down into his lap. "How long have you known?" Link sniffled softly and shrugged.

"Started having symptoms in November. It took me a while to recognize what was happening; I think I wasn't ready to process it, so my brain shut it out. Things kept getting worse, and I got a diagnosis in March." He picked up a tiny stone from the steps of Meredith's house and tossed it between his hands. "I'm starting treatments soon."

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me for months?"

"You were dealing with enough," Link muttered, staring at a crack in the wood below him. "I didn't want to scare you, and I didn't even want to think about it. So, I thought about marriage; I thought that if we got married, I would never have to worry about losing you, that marriage would be the lock to it all and fix everything I was scared of; I thought having another baby would make everything okay, and I wouldn't have to think about the fact that I could die in a few months because we would be so happy with everything else in our lives."

"Link," Amelia started softly, folding the paper back up and placing it beside her.

"I know you hate me," his voice shook and cracked slightly, and Amelia felt tears in her eyes. "Because I was wrong, I was only thinking about myself and what I could do to make things easier for me, and I should've told you earlier, so you have every right to hate me, but I just need you to know why." He shrugged again and clasped his hands together, tilting his head down to avoid Amelia's gaze. "I'm sorry," he whispered, dropping his head into his hands. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey," she placed a hand on his back and rubbed up and down gently. "I don't hate you, Link," she scooched closer to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, gently pulling his body towards hers. "We'll figure this out, whatever happens, and I'm going to be here for you because you're not alone, okay?"

"I felt guilty," he muttered, "I felt guilty for having cancer because you were going through your own things, and I haven't known how to help because the only thing I can think of is that I have cancer and if I told you, you would be thinking about me instead of yourself."

"Does anyone know?"

"Nico, only because I didn't want a random person doing my biopsy, but I swore him to secrecy because I wasn't ready for you to know. I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry," she whispered, resting her head on top of his. "We're both struggling, and we went silent instead of helping each other, and now that I know, we can fix this, we can work through it together." She ran her hand down the back of his head slowly while holding him tightly. "Let's go inside, okay?" Amelia stood up and took his hand, and pulled him up gently, guiding him through the doors to meet Meredith's wide eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Can you get the kettle started for some tea?" Meredith nodded slowly, gazing an extra moment at Link's teary eyes before heading into the kitchen. Amelia brought him into the living room and sat down on the couch with him, handing him a blanket before getting up to meet Meredith in the kitchen.

"What's happening?" Meredith asked softly, taking two mugs out from the cabinet and shutting it gently.

"Cancer." Amelia grimaced and ran a hand through her hair. "He has cancer, and he didn't tell me because I was too caught up in my own things; Mer, my own boyfriend has cancer, and I didn't know." Meredith set the mugs down and pulled Amelia into a firm hug, hearing her sister exhale heavily. "I didn't notice him sick for months."

"Are you okay?" She pulled back, her hands on Amelia's shoulders. "He didn't notice how much you've been struggling, either, so don't blame yourself." Amelia pursed her lips and turned to the kettle, pouring the water into each of the mugs and grabbing tea bags from the cabinets above them. "How about I take all of the kids to the park for the afternoon? I think you two need some time," Meredith whispered, moving her hand to Amelia's back as the neurosurgeon braced her hands on the edge of the counter.

"Thank you." Meredith nodded silently and walked away, hurrying up the stairs to gather the kids. Amelia walked back into the living room with two mugs in hand. "Here," she handed Link one and sat down next to him. "Mer's gonna take the kids to the park to get them out of the house."

"I'm sorry for proposing," Link muttered, bringing the mug up to his lips and taking a sip.

"Stop apologizing, Link." Amelia set down her mug after drinking from it and wrapped her cardigan around her body. "I get why you did it, but I wish you knew that I would be by your side no matter if we were married or not. All I want is for you to be honest with me and to listen to me." He set his mug on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch.

"You haven't been talking to me about what you're feeling, either."

"I know. It's difficult for me sometimes because you don't really know what it's like to be an addict, and I'm glad you don't live like this, but you do live with me, and sometimes I wish you'd be more sensitive when things get more difficult for me. And that you'd be more open about when you're struggling because I had no idea." He nodded slowly, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of his sweater. They both glanced up as Meredith came clamoring down the stairs with Scout in her arms, the other three kids trailing behind her and speaking a quick goodbye before they headed out the door.

"I have my first round of chemo on Thursday," Link muttered, moving his gaze to the seams of the couch and tracing his fingers along it. "I don't want to go alone."

"I'll come with," she smiled slightly and leaned her head back against the cushion behind her. "Do your parents know?"

"Not yet. And, I'm terrified of telling them."

"You need to."

"I know; I just need time to process it myself, first." He took another sip of his tea and looked at her. "What if I come to some AA meetings with you? Not all, so you still have space without me, but I'll do better to understand."

"As long as you promise me one thing." Link raised his eyebrows as Amelia paused, biting the inside of her cheek as she leaned forward. "No proposing."

"For how long?"

"I don't know. Until things get better or we both decide it's what we want. You have to promise me that, and you can't go back on it."

"I promise. I was stupid, and I wasn't thinking about anything other than me." Link shrugged and pursed his lips. "So, it won't happen again. And, if there's anything I can do better, please tell me, because I've been terrible recently. The cancer doesn't excuse everything."

"I will," Amelia's voice trailed off, and the room was silent for a moment until their gazes met. "Can we just pretend that things are normal for a minute?"

"What do you mean?" Link asked, his eyebrows furrowed until Amelia moved forward and wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as she sat down in his lap. Link returned the hug, sighing at the familiarity of her scent he'd been missing.

"We'll get through this," Amelia whispered, pressing her face against his neck. "You'll be okay, and I'll be okay, because we'll be there for each other and get through everything together."

#amelink #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia x link #amelink fanfiction #grey's anatomy #amelink fanfic #greys abc #greys fanfic #my fics

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wilder-minded · 3 years

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Slow Fire Burn Chapter 1

It's the implication that there is something going on between Gale and Madge. When Katniss goes off to the Hunger Games, who else does Gale turn to but the Mayor's daughter? Gadge, slight AU/mostly canon from Madge's perspective.

Madge Undersee x Gale Hawthorne AU.

This is a story I've been working through for years, one I just cannot let go of. I've also been posting it on my AO3 profile. https://archiveofourown.org/users/wilderminded

Over much of my life, I had gotten good at making myself numb to most things. I was numb to my absent mother's neglect; she was too ill with her own demons to do much of anything let alone raise me. My father did the best that he could but being the mayor of District 12 came with its own demanding schedule. I was numb to the alienation that I felt from my classmates. As the mayor's daughter, I very clearly did not fit in with the Seam kids, who did without even the most basic survival necessities. I wasn't too welcome with the Merchant kids either though. While they had more luxuries, they didn't have access to the wealth that my family did and most of them didn't trust me. I learned to keep quiet to protect myself from the taunting of my classmates, and I did not care much for the silly topics that other girls my age were enthralled with.

I guess that's why we were such kindred spirits, Katniss and me. We both had places we would much rather be, and we didn't feel the need to make meaningless small talk. The silence between us was comforting enough most days. My father liked her too, seeing as how he overlooked her activities and bought strawberries from her regularly.

When she took her sister's place at the Reaping, I could barely handle the sickening knot in my stomach and the guilt I felt. I knew I had to do something for the girl who was my only real friend in the district. I gave her the pin that belonged to my aunt, a tribute in the 50th Hunger Games. I had hoped that she would wear it as her token during the Games, but at the least her family could sell it for money to feed themselves.

As I watched the Capitolites parade her and the baker's boy around in the opening festivities to the Games, I tried to make myself as numb as I could to the very real possibility that she would not come back. My father was required to attend dinners in honor of the annual tradition and while I usually went with him, it felt especially wrong this time. So I sit alone in the living room of our large house for the required viewings.

As I sit quietly picking at the loose thread on the arm of my sweater with my hands slightly shaking, I think back to the day of the Reaping. How she had brought strawberries to us with her friend, Gale. He had lashed out at me over the injustice of the Reaping, how my name was only in 5 times. The social status of my family prevented me from having to take out tesserae like he and Katniss. His name was in 42 times. I tried to not take this jab personally, I could not control any of our circumstances.

Gale stood behind me in line to see Katniss after the Reaping, while everyone was waiting to say their goodbyes. I could feel the heat of his glare against my back, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

It's not fair. None of this is fair.

I let out a sharp, frustrated breath as I jump to my feet. I do not want to sit here and watch whatever fanfare they are projecting on the screen in front of me. I pull on my shoes, wrapping my sweater tighter around my body as I slip out of my backdoor. I follow dark alleyways through town, to avoid Peacekeepers, until I reach the edge of the woods. I follow a well-worn path by memory until I reach a small clearing. I am not brave enough to venture deeper into the woods like others that I know, but this quiet space dimly lit by the setting sun gives me the solace I am looking for.

With the setting sun goes the busy noises of birds and the wind through the trees. I sit on a large rock toward the edge of the meadow, my arms wrapped around my small waist as I watch the way the grass flows with the gentle breeze.

I barely get a moment to relax before I hear brances crunching behind me. I freeze in fear, all of the possibilities running through my head. I whip my head around after a beat, my eyes searching the dusky tree line behind me as the noise gets closer. I take in a sharp gasp when I see a figure approaching closer, my heart racing until I recognize the face that emerges just a few feet from where I sit. Gale.

"Are you following me now?" I ask, watching him as he walks closer.

"I was just wondering what the hell the Mayor's daughter is doing in the woods, at night no less," he says calmly, placing his hands in his jacket pockets as he shrugs. His steel grey eyes trained on me in a way that I couldn't quite interpret.

I scowl at the connotations of 'the Mayor's daughter'. "Why aren't you at home watching the Opening?"

He sits down beside me and shrugs again, his eyes fixed toward the sunset through the trees. "Same reason as you, I suppose. Doesn't feel right to watch all of this happen and pretend that it isn't my best friend being groomed and parades around for a bloodbath."

I don't say anything for a moment, studying his tensed jaw and furrowed brow. "It's not fair," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you know about fair?" he snaps, finally turning to look at me. I huff out a breath and meet his steely glare with just as much anger reflected back in my own sky-blue eyes.

"Stop giving me shit for things I have no control over, Hawthorne. You don't know anything about me," my voice in a bitter clip as I snap back.

He shakes his head, his lips in a hard line as he looks away again. "I know you've never known what it's like to go hungry. You've never held the responsibility of other people's lives..." he starts to rant and then trails off.

I let the heaviness hang between us for a long moment. "Neither of us can help the situations we were born into," I state quietly, and he nods. Though even without a word, I can still nearly taste the bitterness in the air.

We are both silent for a while before he speaks up again, this time his voice much softer as his head hangs down. "What if she doesn't come back? She's my best friend."

"I don't know, Gale," I say helplessly as he runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

I steal a moment to admire the boy beside me. In the settling darkness, I can just make out the line of his sharp features and I feel an old familiar, out-of-place feeling stir in me and I instantly feel a little guilty. I used to watch him at school, and as the years went on he grew more and more handsome. I found myself more attracted to the dark-haired men of the Seam than the blonde Merchant boys I should be attracted to. Which could only spell trouble for the daughter of a District mayor. Anyone could see that he was in love with Katniss, but that didn't stop most of the girls in school from having crushes on him.

"Why are you staring at me?" He finally speaks up without so much as a glance in my direction. Hunter's instincts, I think.

"Just trying to figure you out. You're hard to read, Hawthorne," I tell him, blushing when I see him smile a little.

"Good. Who says I want to be figured out, Undersee?" he counters, finally looking back over at me. I smirk and shrug, looking up at the stars that have become visible thanks to the sun's disappearance. He follows my gaze, "I never take a moment to look up at the night sky."

"The stars are so beautiful... Makes it hard to believe that life under them can be so ugly," I reply quietly, folding my hands in my lap as I look back down toward the ground. "I wish I could just escape it all. Run away from the Reapings, away from being the Mayor's daughter, away from everything."

He's silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "This will never end unless people stand up to the Capitol."

His words chill me to the bone and goosebumps cover my arms. No one says things like this in District Twelve, at least not this freely. Certainly never to someone like me. Any stirring of a rebellious spirit is shut down without so much as a second thought. "That will never happen. It can't," I say, trying to make myself believe it. It's the fear of the unknown that makes me want to refuse this as a possibility. Too many people would die.

We don't say anything for a few minutes, the air between us is uncomfortable. His words don't sit well with me. If the wrong person would hear this, it would be over for him, his entire family... I can't begin to imagine, I don't want to. After a while, I stand up, pulling my sweater around my body again. "I should be getting back before someone notices that I'm gone..." I know that no one is at home to notice my absence. No one lucid, that is. I start walking toward the tree line where the path begins when I hear his footsteps behind me. "I don't need an escort," I say defiantly, huffing out a frustrated breath.

"I'm not stupid enough to let a girl like you walk in the forest alone at night," he tells me, his long strides catching him up with me in seconds. I know that he has more knowledge about the dangers of the forests than I do, but the stubborn girl in me doesn't like the idea that I can't take care of myself. I try to speed up my steps, but his much longer legs have no trouble keeping up with me. Suddenly, in my haste I stumble and just as I'm about to fall face first into the dirt below me, a hand around my arm breaks my fall.

I stumble back into him a little as I steady myself, brushing back the waves of blonde hair that fell into my face. He chuckles, his hands out to make sure that I don't fall again. "Careful there."

I try to ignore the way my arm tingles where his hand just was and I huff out a shaky breath, starting off again. "I'm fine... but thank you," I say, glancing over my shoulder back at him. I can nearly feel his smile as I walk ahead of him and we don't say anything else until we reach town. I expected him to veer off toward the Seam as we reached the edge of town, but I felt his presence behind me as I retraced my steps through the alleyways.

As I climbed the steps to my house, I looked back at him and gave him a small, grateful smile. "You didn't have to walk me home," I brushed off, my voice soft.

He shrugged, his hands in his pocket as he looked up at me. "I know, but I wanted to anyway. Goodnight, Undersee," he nodded as I reached for the door, a small grin playing on the corners of his lips before he turned away and started back down the alley. I stood there for a moment, watching him walk away before I stepped into the warm glow of my house.

#the hunger games #catching fire #gale hawthorne #madge undersee #fanfic #fanfiction #slow burn #alternate universe #gale x madge #ao3 #slow fire burn

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ibblescribbles-archive · 6 years

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Your art is so aesthetically pleasing! I was wondering if you could tell how you draw folds? I mean, how to understand them, I'm terrible at them and look super stiff and unnatural ... if you don't want to, I understand, and I hope I didnt bother you! have an amazing day

Thank you so much! I’m sorry this took me approximately 10 years to answer, you’ve probably mastered clothing folds by now and dont need advice from a pleb like me but!! here i am anyway! The usual disclaimer: I haven’t done a proper study of folds in a loong time, now that I’ve left art school I mainly have been focusing on my own stylized art so I’m pretty rusty. That being said, observation and practicing from life is the best way to learn! It doesnt even have to be clothes (though fashion studies are the best and i realize now I should have done some for this tutorial and I am a fool) but just placing cloths over random objects and drawing them can help you learn how cloth works with different shapes. And since the body is essentially made up of a bunch of geometric shapes, this will translate over to clothing!But yeah, this tutorial is pretty hypocritical since I dont always pay attention to fleshing out folds in my art hehe

Let’s start by introducing Blank Slate-chan or Blank-chan for short uwuI’ve given her a Tshirt, and it looks okay but its a little flat. It looks more drawn on then anything.

Right off the bat, before we even begin to cover folds, we can add some details that make the shirt pop off the character. For instance seams on the collar, shoulders and bottom (though I didnt add any on the bottom in the example) and rolled up sleeves/like those fake rolled up cuffs that are sews on to tshirts can already add depth. Furthermore I’ve added some cast shadow from the oversized sleeves onto the arm, and the shirt separated from her skin at the top so its resting on it rather than looking like it’s part of her body.Seams can be especially important when indicating what kind of fabric or style of a piece of clothing your character is wearing. I find them especially helpful in separating jeans from say dress pants, as well as formal clothes. It helps to observe and thing about how a piece of apparel is sewn together to determine where you want to draw the seams.

Okay this mess of arrows is my fault but bear with me ;v; In this portion I’ve now moved on to folds. Before we get into the details of the image, there are 3 forces that affect folds, and you should keep them in mind when drawing. Those forces are gravity, compression, and stretch. I’ve color coded each of these forces, though stretch is not shown in this image.So first off the purple arrows represent the force of gravity. This is always going to be a force on earth and cause folds from handing fabric like in between the chest or at the looser areas of the shirt.Then the blue is compression. I don’t have a good example of it here since I’m drawing mostly lose fabric, but its where the cloth bunches up because its met with two forces moving towards each other. In this (poor) example, the clothes are slightly compressed because Blank-chan’s arms are down, preventing the fabric from extending all the way down. I drew up arrows but its not so much as a force moving up as it is the fabric being caught. A better example of this would be tighter fabric gathered around a joint like jeans around a knee when its bending. If you can visualize that you’ve pretty much got the idea.Honestly, don’t let all this force stuff confuse you! I know I didn’t explain it amazingly, but you kind of get used to was looks more natural as you draw more fabric.And lastly the red arrows are just to point out that you need more than just suggestions of folds. Like the collar of the shirt sitting on the skin, the shirt will bend if there are folds so make sure you draw it sticking out rather than just being flat.

For the sake of an example let’s give Blank-chan a slightly bigger chest and some tighter clothes. The shirt is a little more formfitting and so it stretches over the chest. Cloth that is stretches usually has folds that are more horizontal or vertical depending on the points of tension. With tighter clothes, more of the anatomy shows through which is why you should always consider what the body is doing underneath. Though this still applies to looser clothing and you should be considering the body, you can get away with anatomical errors more easily which, confession, I do a lot.I prefer wearing and drawing looser clothes, so I’m not an expert on tight shirts and folds. Even this shirt I’ve drawn in this example is pretty loose but you can always change it as you see fit.

Here’s a comparison of the two without the messy arrows and with some additional shading. Shading can really help define even more shapes and bring depth to the folds, but that falls more under a coloring tutorial so I won’t go into that too much.You can of course exaggerate either of the two examples, either making the clothes a lot looser and adding way more folds or making the fabric tighter and adding more compression folds and showing the form through the clothes. Be careful with adding too many folds though, as it will either looks too crowded or like your character is soaked, unless you’re going for that.

And then last few tips that I wasn’t sure where to put. If you’ve notice, a lot of the fabrics I draw tend to look heavier, like sweaters. In this super messy example you can see that adding tons of compression folds and making the fold rounder makes the fabric look heavier. Like wise using maybe more gravity folds and sharper/thinner edges may make the fabric look lighter!When drawing folds I like to use triangles to represent them. I think those shapes tend to look the most natural. Again, you can round those off or sharpen them depending, its all up to you!

mm, this is a pretty basic tutorial, and there’s lots more information that I could talk about like materials, different styles of clothing, etc etc but I think this is enough to start out with? I hope I helped at least a little and remember that fashion studies are your friend!

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