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Forgive Me (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: After reconciling in your bedroom, Miguel disappears on you for a week. Giving up on any hopes of romance, your friends plan a night out for you to cheer up. Too bad your boss makes an appearance and catches you with an attractive stranger on a stormy night. Read Part One: here

Word Count: 4463 words

Content: Miguel being a rude bastard, Miguel asking for forgiveness (again), arguments, possessiveness, alcohol consumption, tobacco consumption, 18+ (minors DNI), no p in v but things get spicy at the end, female fingering, finger sucking, misogyny, insecurity, swearing, hurt and comfort, office sex (no p in v), questionable Spanish

Note: ANGST! Got carried away once again. Lowkey not proofread. I love angst and Miguel being vulnerable. If you are into angst, you will enjoy this. Feel free to correct my Spanish and ask for any other cw to be added. Thank you for the 1K+ notes on Pt. 1. Have fun, horndogs ;)

It has been seven days since you last saw Miguel O’Hara.

After spending a full 48 hours by your side, he had gone back to work. You decided to join him at Alchemax the next day but found his office empty. At first, you thought he was occupied with Spider-Man business, so you kept yourself busy with answering his overflowing email box. Slowly the sun set behind the skyline of Nueva York and the messages ran out, leaving behind a feeling of uneasiness in your stomach.

You [sent Friday, 6 pm]: Hey, are you coming to work today?

You [sent Friday, 10 pm]: I’m going home for the night. Call me when you are home. I miss you :)

You [sent Saturday, 5 am]: Are you okay?

You [sent Saturday, 1 pm]: I’m getting really worried. Where are you?

You [sent Saturday, 5 pm]: I emailed you in case you lost your phone. Call me asap.

You [sent Sunday, 7 pm]: I’ll see you at work tomorrow.

You [sent Monday, 9 am]: Lyla said you’re okay but won’t tell me what’s going on. Says I don’t have clearance. Please call me.

You [sent Monday 10 am]: Are you actually ignoring me?

You [sent Tuesday, 1 am]: My best friend you’re an asshole and I should never let you near my pussy ever again.

You [sent Tuesday 1:23 am] Are you ghosting me? You know we work together, right?

You [sent Tuesday, 3:30 am]: I hate you Miguel O’Hara.

Friday rolled around and your best friend had enough of your drunk late-night facetime calls. She gathered a group of your high school girlfriends and decided a night out in the town would be the perfect remedy. “Fuck him, babe,” Katy states, sliding a shot glass across the table. “You should report him to HR for being an ass.”

You laughed and tipped the glass into your mouth. The tequila burnt its way down your throat. “I’m just going to find a new job. I can’t be dealing with this shit right now.”

Your friend Soo let out a burp. “Did you let him hit it?”

You shake your head. “No,” you cough. “We came close to it, like above the pants stuff— do you think that’s why he’s ignoring me? Because I didn’t put out right away?”

“Bitch,” Katy chides, slapping the tabletop, “be fucking for real. You look like a busty, hot secretary from some comic book. He should be lucky you let him touch your tits!”

Your friends nodded along in agreement. Katy grabs the sides of your chair and spins it around, facing you to the restaurant bar. “You see that guy there?” she points at a man with messy blond hair in an open-collar white shirt. “He’s been eyeing you all night. Go talk to him right now.”

The tequila must have heightened your bravery as you found yourself walking across the dimly lit restaurant and to the wall. Stealing a glance at him from the corner of your eye, you ask the bartender for, “a rum and coke please.”

“You can add her drink to my tab,” the man says just like you hoped he would. “I hope you don’t mind. I saw your friends fussing over you earlier and you looked like you needed a drink.”

“Is it that obvious?” You ask, letting out a laugh. “You’re right, I do need a little pick-me-upper tonight.”

“My name is John,” he says.

You introduced yourself and slide in the empty seat next to him. “So, what’s going on with you?” he questions, sipping his beer.

You carefully lift your drink from the bar top and circled the rim with your index finger. “I’m not sure if I wanna’ trauma dump on a stranger.”

“Sometimes talking to strangers helps.”

You contemplate his words and sigh. Your friends would kick you if you said the name Miguel O’Hara again in their general vicinity. You chose to divulge a little to the mystery man. “Things got a bit complicated with someone I really cared about. Everything was going well and then he disappeared suddenly, and I don’t know why.”

John listens to you carefully, nodding to himself. “You know what I do when I’m confused?”

“What?”

“I take a smoke break to chill out,” he answers, standing up. “Care to join me?”

You downed the contents of your glass and follow him out a door that open to a back alley behind the restaurant. Rain pours down heavily, and you both huddle under a dingy metal shed. The cold air bites your arms sharply as John lights the end of his cigarette and brings it to his mouth. “It can be frustrating when you’re left without answers but a girl like you has nothing to worry about.”

You smile at his words. You take the cigarette off his hand and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs, making your head spin a little. The light-headedness reminds you of how you felt last time when Miguel was in your arms. Airy, free, and light. No matter what you do, all your thoughts lead back to him. You shake away the memories and pass the cigarette back to John.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” a stern voice asks.

A man melts out of the shadows in the alley and into the light shining from a streetlamp above. You recognize him. “Miguel?”

He doesn’t look at you and keeps his eyes focused on John. “Who is he?” he asks with a deep frown.

“Listen, I’m off work right now,” you clear your throat, sticking your nose up in the air. “I don’t have to explain—”

“Look, man,” John interrupts, “no need to get all worked about this. We are just talking.”

Miguel lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, right,” he spits and gets in his face. “You could have done that at the bar. Why the fuck are you out here alone with her? What were you planning on doing?”

“Mr. O’Hara!” you exclaim, stepping in between them. “You are out of line!”

He raises his eyebrows at your formality but keeps his attention on John over your shoulder. “Buddy,” John says, wrapping an arm around your waist and moving you to the side. “She is allowed to talk to whoever she wants. I suggest you leave us alone now.”

The touch doesn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. His nostrils flare and his eyes turned red with anger. He steps closer to John until he is looming over the poor man. You often forget how big your boss is compared to everyone around him. The scene looks almost comical with how John tries to puff out his chest. “Te calmas o te calmo,” (Calm yourself, or I’ll calm you down) Miguel snarls.

Whatever John sees in his face is enough to make him reconsider. He holds his hands up in surrender and backs away slowly. Stopping in front of you he pushes the half-burnt cigarette into your hand and whispers, “If this is the guy you were talking about, then maybe it’s a good thing he disappears. I’ll be inside if you still want to talk.”

He walks away from the alley and into the restaurant, leaving you with Miguel alone in the alley. You watch in silence as his body trembles, and you can’t tell if it’s from anger or the rain hammering away at his back.

He breaks the silence. “So, you’re letting strangers into our private business?”

You snort loudly. “You don’t get to speak to me like that,” you tell him, taking another drag. “Especially after disappearing on me. You can’t just strut back into my life and tell me who I can confide in.”

“I was tending to some urgent matters,” he says, brushing his wet hair away from his forehead. “So I took the time to handle them. I can’t be around you every second of the day acting as your lap dog.”

The heat from the cigarette burns your skin. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you raise your voice, throwing your hands in the air. “You’re acting like I want you on a leash! I just wanted to know you were okay.”

“Clearly I’m okay,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

Your lips tug into a deep scowl at his tone. “Did you ever stop to consider how your actions affected me? How lost and confused I felt waiting by the phone every day?”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Miguel matches your tone. “You know I am a busy man, and that I have responsibilities. But you’d rather live in some fantasy land where I’m just some monster out to hurt you! You can’t begin to understand the weight I carry on my shoulders.”

Anger surges through your body. “How am I supposed to understand when you don’t tell me anything? Hell, your AI knows more about you than I do. It’s like you only care about missions or work and nothing else—”

“Sometimes in life, personal matters have to take a backseat,” he cuts you off, harshly. “Not everyone can put on a short skirt and high heels, waltz into work, type a few memos and then call it a night.”

“You misogynist fuck!” You scream back at him, resisting the urge to slap him silly. “I hate you!”

“I hate you too!” he yells back in your face with bloodshot eyes.

You spin on your heels and begin walking towards the main road. Rage begins to bubble inside you and reaches your throat. You turn around just as you reach the sidewalk and call out, “You know what? It doesn’t matter if you disappear again because I have hated you since the moment I met you. I hated you when everyone at work warned me about you. I hated you all those times you dismissed me like an afterthought. And I hated you when you came to my room that night begging for a second chance. So, I don’t care if you hate me, or think I’m useless or unimportant cause have hated you longer and harder and for better fucking reasons!”

You take another drag from the cigarette and then crush it underneath your pretty high heels. You make a right at the end of the alley and begin walking up the street. Warm tears spill down your face as you shiver in the rain. Katy was right, he was an asshole. An asshole that made you feel dumb for having a normal job or human emotions. But maybe you were just an idiot for falling in love with a man who didn’t respect you. Love wasn’t supposed to be this hard, but here you were feeling small and crying at the side of the road.

The sound of screeching tires brings you out of your self-pity. A sleek black car pulls up on the other side of the road and the passenger window rolls down. Miguel’s face emerges from behind the glass. “Ven aquí!” (come here) he calls out.

You ignore him and keep walking ahead. You have no idea where you are going, but you would rather eat rocks than speak to him.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Miguel make a sharp left, almost hitting oncoming traffic and pulling up beside you. “Get in the car!”

Your feet don’t stop moving so he slowly inches his car to match your speed. “Estoy harto. (I’m sick of this) Let’s talk!”

Honks and yells filled the night as people grew frustrated with his speed. “Stop,” you hiss, bending down to the window. “You are embarrassing me!”

“Get in the car then,” he says, with a clenched jaw. “You’re gonna’ catch a cold in the rain.”

“Stop pretending like you care,” you snarl, kicking the side of his car.

“A-YO LADY!” a man yells out of his yellow cab. “Get in the damn car! Your boyfriend is holding up traffic!”

A pleased smirk spread across Miguel’s face at the man’s remarks. You let out a frustrated grunt and yanked the door open, slipping into the passenger seat. “Put your seatbelt on,” he says, picking up speed.

You begrudgingly obey but wished that his car would get rear-ended so hard that his fat head would go through the windshield. “You look like you want me dead, babe,” he commented with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, adjusting the belt over your soaking dress. “Where are we going?”

“Back to Alchemax,” he points at the GPS screen. “The freeway flooded, and it will be a while until it clears up. I have a spare set of clothes I keep in the office for overnighters. You can change while we wait for the storm to blow over.”

“I don’t want your charity,” you grumble, crossing my hand over my chest.

“I know,” he says. “I just want to take care of you.”

You disliked how your stomach felt at his words. “I left my bag behind at the restaurant.”

“I picked it up, it’s in the back seat.”

“I didn’t pay my tab.”

“It’s taken care of. Your friends know you’re fine, too. Just relax.”

Miguel leans over to turn your seat warmer on and warmth spreads across your chest and down your limbs. He drives in silence with only the soft white noise of radio static playing in the background. Occasionally you tear your gaze away from the furiously working windshield wipers and steal glances at his face. The headlights from other cars make the slopes of his cheek and the plumpness of his lips visible even on a stormy night. His warm complexion has turned pale, and you ponder if it was because of your interaction earlier.

You both pull up into the Alchemax parking lot and get out of the car. The security team must be watching through the cameras, wondering why one of their lead engineers was coming into work late at night with his drenched secretary. You quickly follow him into the elevator and up to the floor with his office. He opens the office door, and you slide inside into the dark space.

“Lyla,” he calls out and the room illuminates on command. “Lights.”

Miguel walks up to a storage cupboard and retrieves a towel in one hand and fresh clothes in the other. He passes them to you, and you quietly enter the adjacent washroom to change. You peel your damp dress off your skin and shiver as the chilly air hits you all over. Rubbing the towel quickly over your cold skin, you slip into an oversized t-shirt and shorts. It takes two knots of the drawstring, but you manage to keep the waistband tied around your naval.

You find Miguel waiting for you outside. He had changed into a shirt that hugged his slender waist and pants that hung dangerously low under his taut stomach. He pulls the towel out of your hand and drapes it over your head. His hands gently rub the threads against your wet hair in soft, circular motions. You lean into his touch involuntarily. “I can do it myself,” you complain but made no move to reach for the fabric.

“I know,” he replies. “I want to do it for you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re doing that thing again,” you said, “and it’s messing with my head.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you start acting kind after being mean,” you explain in a small voice. “I don’t like it. It’s confusing”

He tugs the towel back so you can look into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he speaks, gently. “I just lost my shit when I saw you with him.”

“You cut off all contact when all I wanted was to know if you were okay,” your voice shakes as you stare at your feet. “You left me all alone, what was I supposed to do? Wait for you to change your mind?”

“I know I messed up, baby. I was wrong” he sighs, inching down his forehead to meet yours. “I should have communicated with you, but sometimes on missions, things get complicated. I don’t always like the things I have to do, and recently I’m having a difficult time making peace with it. It’s like the harder I try to do the right thing, the more damage I do. So sometimes, it’s just better to be alone rather than pretend I’m okay around other people.”

His words hurt your heart. You knew that his missions take a toll on him. In the past whenever you tried to inquire about its contents he wouldn’t answer. You wouldn’t push, afraid that he’d pull away, but it seems that he was pulling away regardless.

“When you’re gone,” you clear your throat, trying to speak through your narrowing trachea, “I worry that you might be laying dead in some universe, and I’d be none the wiser. I know that being Spider-Man is a sacrifice, but I don’t care about the world. I only care about you. So, when you treat me this way, it’s like I can’t breathe.”

He cups your face and places a soft kiss right on your cheekbone “Forgive me.”

“You say that a lot,” you remind him with a frown.

“I know,” he nods, “and I still mean it. I’m just an idiot who doesn’t know how to find the balance in life. I love that you care about me, and I want you to continue caring about me.”

“I don’t know, Mr. O’Hara,” you said. “I can’t ignore the way you speak to me at times. It feels as if you think we’re not equals. I am not some idiot. I am not beneath you just because I work under you.”

He groaned at the sound of his last name. Every time you called him that, it made the space between feel bigger. “I have seen a million universes, nena, (babe) and you are not beneath me in any of them,” he curls a damp strand behind your ear, “Unless we are in bed, then you’re definitely under me.”

“Miguel!” you chide, punching him in the stomach. “No es broma! (It’s not a joke) I’m being serious!”

He lets out an oof and backs away. His fangs poke out from underneath his curled lips and in that moment, he looks as carefree. He wraps his large hands around your arms and holds your attention. “I know broken trust isn’t easily mendable, but I’m going to try my hardest. I won’t leave you out in the dark or make you feel small. I’ll think twice before I open my stupid mouth. I’ll even ask Lyla to give you full access to my missions. Wh-when you see what I have to do- what I must do, please don’t hate me.”

“Miggy,” you pout, reaching for his face. “I was really, really angry when I said those things to you. I can never hate you. My heart won’t let me.”

His toothy grin appears again, and Miguel draws you into him. His smooth lips find yours and he cranes your head back to find the angle that leaves you breathless. You run the pads of your thumb gently across the slopes of his cheeks. It never ceased to surprise you that his skin was so soft under his stubble. Without breaking your kiss, your shuffle back and walk him to his desk chair. You smile into his lips as he shakes his head when you move him back and down to sit. His hands wrap around your wrists. “D-don’t leave,” he cries out.

You shake your head and take a seat on his lap with your legs dangling off the side. Miguel’s hands find your jaw and he turns your mouth to his. You wrap your fingers in his hair and tug him closer. You let out a content hum as his fangs softly dig into your lips, breaking the skin. The taste of metal fills your mouth, and you pull away to look at him. He sits in your embrace, with red-stained lips and is just as breathless. “Sorry,” he sheepishly says. “I usually have them under control. It’s just you’re in my office and in my clothes. It’s making my head spin a little.”

You laugh at his words and gently pull his hair back. Pressing a wet kiss to his exposed throat you ask, “Miggy, how come we haven’t had sex yet?”

“Honestly?” he lets out a choked moan.

“Honestly,” you hum, licking his jaw.

His hands suddenly grab you by the elbows and spin you around on his lap, so his chest is facing your back. His warm breath hits the nape of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine. “I haven’t fucked you yet because once I’m inside you,” he whispers into your ear, “I’ll never want to be anywhere else. I wouldn’t want to eat, sleep, work, or be Spider-Man. I think I’ll just want to stay buried in you all the time.”

“Miguel,” you moan, clutching your thighs together.

“Tsk-tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Don’t hide from me.”

His large hand slips between your thighs and pushes your legs apart. He turns the chair around until you’re both facing his work desk. “Up,” he commands, slapping the side of your thighs.

You gingerly obey and place your bare feet on the edge of his desk. His hands slip under your shirt, and he fumbles with the knot. Impatient with the knots, he uses a sharp claw to cut through the drawstring. Your breath hitches as he pushes the loose shorts down your legs and off your feet. He wraps his fingers behind your knees and draws your legs apart. He puts his chin over your shoulder and bunches your shirt up to get a good look at your pink underwear. “Baby,” he coos. “You gotta’ let me have this once we are done. A little souvenir for when I’m away.”

Your stomach tightens at his suggestion. You glance at him and then the office door,. “Someone will see us,” you nervously gulp.

“You let me worry about that,” he says and presses a kiss to the side of your forehead, “and just relax. I’m not gonna’ let anyone else see my girl spread out like this.”

He runs his knuckles down your bare stomach and across the clothed cunt. Electricity shoots up your body and you almost curl up in his arms. Miguel’s fingertips find a quickly dampening spot on the fabric. “Huh,” he huffs. “Is this me or rainwater?”

You cry, arching into his touch.

“I guess it’s just me,” he grins against your shoulder.

He slides your underwear off your legs and tosses it on the table. It lands on a pile of paperwork you had put aside from him earlier in the week. Miguel stops breathing at the sight of your glistening, swollen pussy. A loud moan escapes your throat as his fingers part your folds and glide back and forth. You were sure that the security guards patrolling this floor would have heard you down the hallway. You almost miss his question over the sensations of pleasure spreading through your body.

“Do you want my finger inside you?”

You nod against his cheek and reach behind to clutch a fistful of his hair to brace for impact. He lowers his down until his thick, middle digit is nudging your opening. You must have been soaking his thighs with how easily his digit sinks inside. You bit your lip harshly to contain the sounds threatening to escape your mouth. It’s your turn to hold your breath when Miguel’s other hand begins to stroke your clit. Once, twice, thrice.

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You clench around my finger every time I flick your clit.”

Not that you needed proof, but Miguel does it again and you shake with pleasure. “See?” he gasps, and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss.

He he pulls back to hold your eyes and you breathe his shaky breaths in. You close your eyes and imagine how it would look to hold his hard cock in your hands while he played with your pussy. He tears you away from your fantasy by hooking his fingers inside on an angle. You almost arch completely off his lap. He moves his free hand away from your clit and presses you back into him. His hard bulge pressed into your ass.

“Here?” Miguel moans and licks your lips. “Tell me where? Right here? Ah, here.”

His fingers find that spot again and he massages his fingers against it. You nod furiously and my hands move to claw forearms. He softly bites your shoulder in retaliation and his free hand resumes working against your clit, picking up rhythm. “Can I put another finger inside?” he asks, breathing hard. “I promise it will feel good.”

“Oh-kay,” you gasp, rocking your hips on his hand.

His index finger slithers into your pussy, and you forget how to speak. You begin to twist and turn in his lap. He pulls away from your clit to press down hard against your stomach so he can keep you in place. You slide your ass over his crotch with every movement of his fingers.

“Mig-Mig-Mig,” you pant, moving your hips to his set rhythm.

“Good? I bet that feels so good.”

“Gah—”

He presses soft kisses onto your cheek as you sink into his arms. You begin to tighten further around him. You realize that this is exactly how you always want to be—full of Miguel’s fingers, touch, and love. His tongue slips into your mouth as his fingers begin curling into you faster. Your moans and groans echo through the office. His left hand leaves your stomach and reaches for your clit again. It takes seven swipes, one for each day he left you alone, for you to seize around his finger. His mouth never leaves yours as he drinks all of your pleasurable cries.

Slowly, the current leaves your body and you’re able to take in your surround. Your cheeks burn with realization. Miguel had just fingered you open on his desk at your workplace. The very same desk you set up for him every morning. Your fingers slide up to his hair and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t be shy now,” he chuckles, “One day I’ll fuck you all over this office, nena.”

You shriek and lightly slap his arm. Miguel gently slides his fingers out of your cunt, eliciting a soft groan, and brings his to his mouth.

He hums with eyes closed at the taste. “You taste so good,” he mumbles around his fingers.

“Ugh,” Lyla gags at a distance. “Be glad I activated noise cancellation.”

A/N: Thoughts?

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pup-pee · 6 months

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HAIIII :3 SPINS U!!!! HOW DO U MAKE UR BUTTONSSS, THEYRE SO NEAT ^_^

HAWOO!!! SPINS BACK @ U TYSM AA （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

NGL MY PROCESS IS SO MESSY(as in IM MEsSY & CANT EXPLAIN COHERENTLY) BUT ILL TRY 2 EXPLAIN IT!

((this got unnecessarily long bc i like 2 ramble so im doing this))

so-SO 1st is that all i was just handed a cookie hold on ok cookie ate i 4got what i was OH RIGHT OK SO ALL OF MY DRAWINGS R 1000 x 1000 pixals! or most @ least, so i have a consistent size 4 each of my buttons

HERES THE TIMBER BUTTON IM MAKING!! i dont use bigger canvus bc my phone will explode in not the silly way but i also like how it turns out!

i draw everything in ibis then like copy + paste it in2 google docs where i can size them! i usually make them a bit bigger than whats listed, 4 example 2.5 inch buttons r printed in 2.55/2.6 inches if that makes any sense (￣▽￣)"

i also select break text bc i tetris them around

then i print them out & use a cookie cutter thing 2 cut them out! i have a button pressing machine(all manual bc im not that rich) so its all about sandwiching from there

i could fill the whole page w/that pink background to give me a "cleaner" result but honestly i dont think it changes anything? as long as u dont see the white on the front. but it IS easier 2 cut it out if the border is thicker(which is y i add a border in the 1st place plus it looks neat!)

((this 1 got messed up in printing but since im not selling it i rly dont care LOOK @ THE CUTIES!)

sometimes the machine cramps up or i will 4get the film ontop so i have 2 redo the entire process again but i like repeated activities!

ISTG THEY LOOK SO MUHC BETTER IRL MY CAMERAS JUST SHIT & I HAVE NO LIGHT LSKAHFKD BUT YEAH!!!

did this make any goddamn sense? i hope so. btw my button machines name is huey :3

this coouldve been more of an ask on how i draw my buttons but ong thats even mroe boring so- dsakjdghj cause it literally jsut consists of me listening 2 wtnv dramatically & drawing @ like 1 am 4 4 hrs straight

KHFSKAG ANYWAYS I HOPE THIS ANSWERED SOMETHING!! SRRY 4 THE LONG(GER) POST TY 4 HTE ASK AGAIN! q(≧▽≦q)

#IM SURE THERES A LOT MORE COMPLICATED PROCESS BC THIS SEEMS RLLY SIMPLE KFLAHJDHF #but i feel like i wouldve cheated if i just said “i print them out & put them in machine brrr”#SO LONG #long post #or well #longer than i usually post bc i think ppl h8 long posts IDK #i try 2 keep my rambling in the tags :3 #BUT TIMBER TREAT 4 U!!!#im using this as a lil gift 4 preordering my keychains tehe #they wont b as big as this 1- bc haha capitalism BOOO BUT YK IDKD AKSJDG #puppee answers #jesus i keep adding 2 this thing whoopsies

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yakeisoda · 3 months

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Hello, just wanna start this off by saying that I love your art. I've decided to ask my favourite artists for art tips as I wanna get into it, but no matter what I do it never looks right. So, any tips?

HELLO TYSM!!! ngl i dont think im the best 4 this question im also kinda in a rut rn where im not really satisfied w my art n craving more progress and improvement but im getting there somewhat but very slowly! (ive been this way for a rly long time naow) this might be long but im gna try n throw in the things ik, sorry if my thoughts r messy im not the best in articulating stuff :')

i think a good way to start off is to find out what skill you lack the most or what you want to improve the most on, say for ex: u wna focus on getting better at composition for illustrations, then a good way to improve them is to learn about the composition rules (ex: rule of 3rds, etc), look for any scenes in films/animation or photographies and storybooks , study them and recreate it! go crazy !! ive done a study on a friend's picture before, and have asked my friends if i can use their photographies as practice!

looking for inspiration will also improve ur visual library, they can help u find what u wna put in ur art ! like perhaps certain color palettes or styles, it's best to look at different mediums of art instead of focusing only on one, sometimes u can find techniques meant 4 u! (ex: of this is my friend who used to be a watercolor artist, ive observed them using watercolor techniques when they were still new to digital art! basically mix n match whatever feels good/convenient 4 u :] )

disciplining urself is also good to have more improvement! i have trouble w this the most ever since bc its hard 2 focus if no one is like there to monitor u (in my experience), if u rly wna make progress u have to squeeze in some art practice time in ur schedule, it can be around 15-30 mins or even 3 hrs, completely up to you! (rmb to take breaks!). you can give urself deadlines if that will help n maybe timers too!

my prof always said "Proper practice makes perfect", so it's also best to practice with a clear goal in mind, take notes on the things u lack and if ur watching any art tutorials/speedpaints, take notes of those too! it's good to have something specific in mind so u wont get lost n u wud know what u wna do! it helps u retain info as well so u can look back on stuff, to avoid overwhelming urself u can just focus on small bits first, ex: in anatomy, u can focus on the head area first, break it down to drawing eyes and noses, etc! then u can move onto the torso area!

USE REFS!!!! make use of pinterest or any other refs u can find, cannot stress this enuf go crazyyy w references, make a moodboard full of referencess n go crazzyy w them!! i used to not like doing this bc i just head straight in to drawing bc thats what i was used to but art college trained me 2 use refs bc they help so very much, theyre like ur guideline for what u wna make so u have a clear goal in mind, also photobashing seems like a great practice too never tried it but yes it can help when ur planning an illustration/concept art!

^above also applies to art styles! go crazy n experiment w them!! i think its so very fun to explore diff art styles n not stick to 1, again this depends on u but having a different range of artworks is rly fun, u can go from very pastel soft colors n style, to smth very vibrant n sharp, to smth like dark n chalky-sketchy kind of vibe if im making sense T__T, basically go wild!! go crazy!! dont let urself sit in 1 box! hop into other boxes !! or wear all of them!! or poke holes in the box n add stuff to the box or wear a circle!! trust me it looks so fun if u put different artworks uve made side by side n go wow i did that!!

also create small thumbnails 4 illustration! its really best to plan ahead art too, as i said i used to just head straight in n not plan but ive learned to absolutely enjoy planning making art! collecting refs n seeing what kind of composition goes n what colors wud work is so very fun actually! it rly helps a lot

theres also this one post i lost the link, but basically it shows how much progress u can make if u make loose sketches vs full on rendered illustrations vs a mix of both, again this depends entirely on u bc things r different for everyone! i think that post is really good for teaching abt art progress (if any1 knows where it is pls do link!), i think focusing on sketches n practice is better tho bc it helps u draw more freely n loosely! i think that speeds up ur process more as well n doesnt make u lose interest immediately compared 2 focusing on finishing 1 big rendered illust (talking from experience) but then again its different for every1 so honestly just experiment n see what feels right for u!

i wna say tho that although it is good to make sure ur drawing looks right its also good to just let yourself draw freely, i think what matters is that u understood the structures of something and as long as ur able to apply that in ur own way i think thats gud! i think drawing freely helps u draw more fluidly? like having more expression is what i mean. ive gotten into the "i have 2 make this look right" hole before n i noticed it made my art look stiff, so highlyy recommend doing gesture drawing n life studies! rmb to have fun when practicing n learning,

dont pressure urself too much! enjoy the experience :] ! messy sketches r good!! not everything has to look good or perfect! my sketchbooks from way back were just doodles, pencil sketches no color mostly, theres an occasional lined one w markers , ballpen, n some highlighters, n my drawings were either smth funny that happened w me n frens with our personas or making ocs for my faves or ocs for me in general!

ur sketchbook doesnt have to look pretty its like ur diary but its art ykno! ur thoughts in visual form for the day! (again all up to u as long as u have fun! its all different 4 everyone!)

anw tysm again!! sorry if this was all over the place HAHSAW i tried my best but these r the tips i keep in mind most of the time or the ones i hold closest to me n that i try to apply as much as i cud! if u need anything else clarified just lmk! not the best w words but hopefully it helps :'')! most of the stuff i mentioned here i also need to take into practice HAHWHAW so mb its gud 4 me to write this down so i can finally push myself to do stuff,

#but yeah as ive mentioned go crazy!!#have fun with ur art! thats what matters the most #the bond ull have w ur art will b so precious! pls take care of it!#makes me think of my relationship w my art rahh being in art college kinda ruined it bc of the pressure im trying to rebuild it as much #as i can bc art means sm 2 me!!#i wish u luck on ur art journey anon may we have fun learning art n achieve our goals!#ask tag #anon #this is making me reminisce old times #hope this helps!! i was jumping each part so yea sry again if its messy #art advice #? HAHSHAW i am not the best w this tho im still learning !! always learning anything specific like anatomy help i cannot #but things like these i think i can?? HAHSHDA #also sry if this is like the same things every1 has said before but its true!!!! they r right!#nowadays ppl have a lot of access to knowledge compared 2 before so make use of em!! lots of art tutorials around

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freebooter4ever · 1 year

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Are the lines on your drawings stylistic choices or are they measurement/guiding lines? Either way, they are cool, but just wondered. I dont understand drawing at all, might as well be a magic spell to me. I was looking at the pencil (?) sketch of Malkin with the cheesecutter hat on.

i, uh, definitely did not google 'cheesecutter hat' until after i saved out these images. :/ sorry about that. if you'd like the other one broken down, i can do that too lol. my reading comprehension when im tired is kinda lazy i just saw 'cheese' and imediately thought 'omelette'. SO here's the 1) initial sketch, 2) 'clean' sketch, and 3) final lines for the omelette boy drawing instead:

also i have had a cumulative of about 9 ish hrs of sleep total for the past two days so keep that in mind for if this explanation makes no sense, its not my fault. :( anyway! the way i draw definitely has changed over the years but currently im really trying to focus on the line i "see" rather than the one that is actually "there". i've been applying this to my writing for years (story vs happening truth) and you know it never occurred to me that i could do it in my drawings too till like...a few years ago. in general these lines seem to form the planes of the subject. if you google 'stanford bunny' you can find an easy example of a 3D surface turned into triangles. I do this too - see things in relative triangle proportions, except i've been doing it long before i knew how computers worked. i cant begin to tell you how long d*sney and cartooning's obsession with round building blocks of anatomical structure fucked with my brain until i finally decided i could cast that teaching aside completely.

ANYWAY sorry off subject again. so we have these sketchy under lines, and usually as im trying to find the proportions and form of the subject these lines end up being where the light/shadow hits. here i saved out the 1) 'flat colors', 2) the 'light', and 3) the 'shadow' parts on their own (i lightened the background for the 'shadow' so its easier to see):

the light is like four or five 'overlay' layers of pale yellow/orange. you can see how each of these layers follow one of those sketchy lines i did initially. and the same with the shadow but instead its a dark red color set to 'multiply' for each layer. and when you combine everything together you get:

some bullshit :). anyway you know that anniversary edition of beauty and the beast that featured the version previewed to nyc audiences in 1990 with the glen ke*ne sketchy keyframe animation of the beast's transformation? i watched that - must have been sometime after i graduated college - and i felt robbed that THAT version was never presented as a final piece. the 'unclean' drawings had so much more life and movement and intensity to them. tldr i like the messy lines, i hate 'inking' with a passion (HATE. IT.), and when i finally allowed myself to stop giving a fuck drawing became way more interesting. but my art is shit and i will never be glen k*ane so i dont really feel like the best advocate for this "style". alas. there was this one artist on tumblr who i fucking loved whose sketches were SPECTACULAR but the asshole racists in the m*c*ha*nz*o fandom bullied her off tumblr and ive never been able to find her art anywhere else since. she was also very negative about her 'unclean' sketches and it made me so sad. there was also this other artist whose sketches were awe inspiring but all she drew was p*rn and well...we all know what happened on tumblr in december 2018.

also i 100% stole the lighting scheme from The Bear which is currently one of the most gorgeous shows on television right now in my opinion

im really really sorry if this makes no sense, if im feeling motivated maybe i'll try again when my brain is fully functioning but with the actual 'cheesecutter hat' doodle ^_^

#thank you #wip #where in the world did that hat get the name cheesecutter from????#i guess it does look vaguely cheese wedge like #theres such a fine line between different hat forms #like those 1920s styles especially i mean #for some reason i always thought that style was called the *directors* hat #and then the more round and floppy version walt wore in the 1920s was called either newsboy or cabby hat #i searched for a version of walt's hat for YEARS #and didnt end up finding one until i moved to los angeles and stepped into go*rin bros hat shop in old pas #which is actually the same company geno uses for his trucker hat i think #that hat shop sadly closed :( i dont know why #they just sell online now i guess

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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Hello, here's my resume for the matchup <3

I'm a bisexual brown girl and I can be very chatty.

I'm an INFP and I can be loyal to a fault, mostly kind, indecisive, playful, chatty but prefer to listen, kinda ambitious and that's all I guess.

I really like things that are considered feminine like dresses, makeup, jewellery (rings!) and things of that sort.

Things I'm interested in other than anime- mystery series, books, writing, cooking and yada yada.

My love language is 'act of service' and I could totally be a sugar mommy if I had money.

Here's my turn ons- basic hygiene (doesn't smell like they woke up in the dumpster, talking from experience :p), serious type, shows basic respect and gives space, its okay if they aren't overly romantic.

And my turn offs- perverted mindset, unfaithful and the basics.

Ummmmm I don't have a preference just please don't give me Re-destro, I don't like him.

Also thanks in advance! I look forward to your reply!

(dude, we literally have the exact same personality type whaaaa?)

Match-Up #15

I match you with Re Destro-

(Pshhhh! Hahahaha!!! Did I get you? Just kidding, I’ll stop playing now lol)

-I match you with Chitose Kizuki-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-She’s very bold and likely asked you out before you asked her. The two of you met at her company when you came in to submit a resume. She took over the role of HR and decided to interview you herself. She probably came off as conceited at first (and maybe you were right), but I promise she has a soft spot. The interview was difficult. She was throwing a lot of hard-ball questions your way but you managed just fine. The thing that got you the job was how chatty you were. At some point during the interview you both got off topic about the job and started talking about the latest trends and shopping etc. She smirked at you before reaching out to shake your hand. “You’re hired.” She smiled and sent you on your way. I don’t think it even passed to be a week of you working there before she invited you out to lunch with her. Probably right away you noticed this wasn’t work related and that she wanted to date you. What the hell, why not? Office romances could be messy and affect your job, but she was just damn good at persuasion and got you hook line sinker.

-Dating her is so much fun I’d imagine. The shopping trips are out of this world. You’ll have to let go of the role of sugar mommy because that’s her job. She spoils the shit out of you any chance she gets. She has no issues since she does it to herself as well. She’s got a real unbeatable ‘treat yourself’ personality. Her bank accounts could cry if they had eyes to do so lol. Whatever you want just throw it in the cart or else she’ll do it herself. No seriously...she knows you can be indecisive so she’ll step in and do it for you. Cute dresses, Makeup, Jewelry, Books, Cooking Utensils, literally anything! I think the way she shows most of her affection is through gift giving. She also feels loved by having her partner spend time with her. Hopefully you can fulfil this! Speaking of love languages, she’s got no issues with acts of service but you have to let her ease into it. She’s gotten too used to having things done for herself through maid/butler life so now she’s having to adjust to doing it for you instead of having a worker do it instead. You can tell she’s trying and it’s a little funny watching her struggle (a little mean but that’s true lol).

-She’s a good person to have as a partner really. She’s got her flaws here and there but if you can put up with it then it’ll work. She can be flirty but not full on perverted so no need to worry much there. She sometimes has a hard time giving you the space you need. She has a deep fear of being left behind so it’s hard sometimes for her to leave you to yourself. She’s extremely loyal and so are you. Make sure to let her know this so she can calm it down a little bit and also so she can give you some alone time haha. As far as flaws, she’s not too playful at first but I’m sure you bring it out in her later on. She’s got an uptight and classy way about her but only you can see her silly behind closed doors. She keeps up with her looks, always smelling like the best soaps and perfumes that you can find! She’s also chatty by default thanks to her career role. Sometimes you sit back and let her talk while you listen. It’s nice to have someone ask her questions for once instead of the other way around. She admires your ambition and she thinks your interests are rather lovely. She makes note of everything you like so when date night rolls around she knows what to do to make you happy. That’s just her long-term goal...making you happy.

#match up

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keiiikomegumi · 8 months

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wow!!!! its robotg but shes two people..? this is what robot would look like if she was seperated from her other half 😁😁😁 i did a few idea doodles of this before but this is the first time i ever drew a full drawing of them this is one of my favorite drawings ive ever made i hope you guys like it too :3 this is my messy art style i didnt initally draw this with robot in mind but after i saw the face i made (her make) i thought the canvas would do well with another person so here they both are!

there is a timelapse of this drawing on my tiktok :33

time: 3 hrs 26 min

#twin ocs #lovecore oc #commissions open #robot oc #commissions open 2023 #keiiikosocs #keiiikosocrobotg #keiiikosocrobotgs #keiiikosgoddessuni

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lillonvia · 10 months

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for the ask game: 1, 4, 10, 13, 14, & 17 <33

#01. xiaoxiao <33

#04. no not rlly, im content w the two languages i currently know

#10. cottagecore and dark academia, theyre just so pleasing to my eyes 🥰

#13. digitally. on paper its rlly hard to undo any mistakes without leaving marks haha… plus my traditional drawings look so messy 😵‍💫

#14. i really like watercolors :))

#17. last time i slept was like at uhh… 3 in the morning- (look WE WERE BUSY W SMTH THAT TOOK AWHILE DONT COME AFTER ME-) i ate food two hrs ago i think, which was dinner. …i forgot to drink water… and i did a cat stretch three hrs ago.

#lili.rambles #ask game #yes i like doing cat stretches #my body is oddly flexible

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girlcrushau · 3 years

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#i just fucked myself over by inviting family to come see my new apartment tomorrow morning knowing damn well my place is trashed bc i have #sm stuff halfway unpacked and in piles all over even tho i’ve been here for two weeks #and i also cannog like physically cannot let ppl see me living disastrously #i would lather lay down in front of the door and also be used as a deadbolt instead of opening my door to people to see me living completely #disorganized:|#like :) i blew a fuse in my kitchen today which is also conveniently where my window ac unit is (shoutout to my apartment being #in a building built in the 1920s!) and did not have ac’ microwave’ and oven’ or my fridge connected to power when it is literally 95° outsid #all day everyday and was debating Not calling my landlord until i have myself unpacked bc i am an idiot #and cannot have myself looking like i am messy :/#anyway i found fhe fuse box or breakerbox or whatever its called and flipped all the switches bc i dont know how to work that stuff so i did #my best and it worked <3 #but alas i now am going to br cleaning for like 12 hrs straight bc i fucked myself over

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Falling for you( Falling from grace) Jungkook

Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook

Read Chapter 1 here

Read Chapter 2 here

Read Chapter 3 here

Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other. Fair warning this has no plot. its just them being idiots .

Chapter warning : a little bit of plot just to keep things interesting yeah?

Chapter 4

The washroom on the seventeenth floor was the unofficial gossip hub and normally I would steer clear of that place but desperate times called for desperate measures. I was pretty sure I looked like I’d been dragged backwards through a hedgerow and I had to get it fixed before I got written up .

Willing myself not to openly flinch with every step, I tried to curb the trembling in my thighs, almost painfully sensitive to how wet and messy my lower half as. What the fuck had I been thinking.

When I entered the restroom, I moved to the huge ornate mirror in the center and took a nice long look at myself.

I felt my throat seize up in shock.

Good God.

I looked ten times worse than I felt. The hair in the back of my head was sticking up , four even gaps from where he’d gripped my hair too tight. Yelping, I pulled on the dozen hairpins holding my hair up in a messy bun, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. Panicking , I threaded my fingers through the strands, wincing when I touched my jaw. What the fuck...

I leaned closer, peering at the small abrasion near my chin. It was a bruise, shaped exactly like Jungkook’s thumb. And it was already turning into an ugly shade of puce.

Slightly hysterical because, Hoseok was so incredibly unbending when it came to office etiquette and I did not want to get fired, I flipped at the fancy taps, sticking my hand underneath the cold water and splashing it all over my face.

The door opened behind me and I flinched.

“Oh, hey Areum....” Three of my colleagues walked in . I recognized two of them , Jieun and Hana . The third one looked new.

“Hey...” I croaked out, trying hard not to look like I’d just been fucked to an inch of my life in a supply closet by the boss’ son.

Oh fuck, what the hell was I thinking?

The girls moved to the mirror , spreading out across the long counter and pulling out their compacts and lipsticks . I kept my head down, still trying to calm my pounding heart.

“So let me get this straight, he called you at eleven in the night yesterday and wanted to meet you ? At your apartment?” Hana was saying.

The new girl was blushing as red as a tomato.

“Yeah...he uh... he told me he was just returning from his training. He’s a boxer.” There’s a shy sort of admiration in her voice and I felt an odd sense of foreboding.

“Booty call.... He wanted to fuck you for sure.” Jieun said firmly. “ You’re a lucky bitch, Sana... ”

Sana.....

My fingers started trembling when I heard the familiar name. I tried to calm myself down but it was impossible . A red hot sort of rage began licking its way up my spine. It wasn’t new. I knew he fucked other people. We both did.

but I’d never stood within two feet of one of his conquests.

“ Yeah...but then he called me like an hour later and said he wasn’t coming around.” Her voice was tinged with disappointment and I felt a sick sort of satisfaction.

Jungkook had cancelled because of the pic I’d sent him.

“Maybe he thought he wanted more.... like you told me he asked you to come meet him at practice tomorrow right? To get coffee afterwards... ? Maybe he wants to do this properly....take you out on dates...get to know you....”

I couldn’t stay there a second longer.

“Ladies...” I bowed quickly and they offered me cheerful smiles. I all but ran out of the restroom, hating the sharp sting of tears somewhere near my lashes.

I stumbled to the back stairwell, which was mostly unused and usually deserted. Gripping the walls, I slid down to sit on the floor, drawing my knees up to bury my face in.

There was a reason I didn’t do public sex, I thought, shaking. Despite the way I mouthed off at Jungkook, sex with him always took a toll and I had always, always made sure I had space and time to recover from it. Gripping my thighs and trying to fight the urge to whine, I fumbled with my phone.

“Areum?”

“Can I have the day off?” I whispered, shaking a little.

“You alright?” Hoseok’s voice sounded genuinely worried and I hummed.

“ Got my period.” I said blankly.

“ Gotchu. I’ll fill up the form and get one of the interns to pack your stuff up. You need to get some meds or something? Need a ride home?”

I felt warmth bloom in my chest. This is why Hoseok was such a great HR manager. He genuinely cared.

“ I don’t need a ride. Or anything else.” I said quickly, “I’ll take a cab...”

There was a slight shuffling and then, an altogether familiar and unwelcome voice in the background went.

“Who’s that?”

Oh fuck. What the hell was he doing there?

“Areum...hang on, Jungkook’s here....he wants to talk to you...” Hoseok said quickly and before I could protest , I heard Jungkook’s low raspy exhale against my ears.

“Where are you?” He said shortly.

I considered protesting but remembered that Hoseok was still there.

“ The back stairwell... I... I’ll come there , I...”

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you.”

Before I could respond, he had hung up. I stayed on the floor, staring stright at the opposite wall. I forced myself not to think, trying to take deep breaths. The truth was I was exhausted. Physically and otherwise.

Letting my head fall back against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying not to think about what Id’ heard in the restroom. Was Jungkook interested in Sana? Meeting him at practice? Coffee?

That just screamed dating to me. I’d always assumed that Jungkook wasn’t into dating. That he just enjoyed quick fucks because that’s all he had ever offered me. So maybe, it wasn’t because Jungkook didn’t want to date. It was because Jungkook didn’t want to date me.

Which was fine. I didn’t want to date him either. I really didn’t .

“Hey....you okay?”

I had to inhale shakily, just to bring myself to look at him. I felt my heart ache something fierce because he was kneeling in front of me, strands of hair falling into doe back eyes. Eyes that fairly glistened with genuine concern. There was no infuriating smirk or haughty smile....instead his lips were parted in genuine concern, eyebrows furrowed in worry and one hand resting on my knee , fingers just so unfamiliarly gentle.

I stared at him for another second and smiled evenly.

“Guess I’m gonna be needing that wheelchair after all.” I quipped.

He stared at me for a second before his face split in a wide grin, a genuine bark of laughter spilling out of him. He looked so carefree and unabashed that I bit my lips, staring at him some more.

“Let’s get you home , yeah?”

I nodded, letting him grip my arm to help me up.

“It’s okay. I can walk... “ I said softly and he hummed, but still kept an arm around me and I noticed that he had my handbag slung on the other shoulder.

We reached the elevator and rode down in silence .

I followed him to the basement parking and he fumbled with the smart key to his car , pointing in the direction of the multitude of cars and I watched one of the flashy red ones blink.

“Let’s go to my place...., yeah?” He said casually and I groaned.

“Jungkook, I know this going to make your ego swell but I’m not joking when I say that I cannot physically take your dick at least for another couple of days.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to fuck you, God. I’m working on a project for the Art Fest down at the Museum and I’m staying home. You can rest there....” He said casually, moving to put his seat belt on. He fixed the mirrors by prodding a few buttons and I watched the tattoos on his arm flex as he gripped the steering wheel, one arm coming around the headrest of my seat so he could turn and back out of the lot carefully.

I frowned at the broad shoulders near my face. .

“Why would I rest there? I have a home....” I protested , watching him hold the door open for me.

“Because I know for a fact that , it being Monday, both your sister and your mother are supposed to be coming over today to cook and clean for you because you have no life skills, “ He grinned and I glared at him, “ . They’ll probably notice the limp and I just thought I’d spare you the humiliation.”

I didn’t respond because he was right. My mom and sister were home and it would be impossible to get any rest with them around. The fact that Jungkook somehow knew this made me feel jittery and nervous though.

“You have a fight this weekend?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He kept his eyes on the road, sparing me just one questioning glance.

“How’d you know?” He asked curiously and I bit my lips.

I’ve been following your boxing career for a three years.

“ Just heard someone say something at the office...” I said vaguely.

“You aren’t invited.” He said sharply and I gripped the seats, annoyed.

“I don’t want to be there anyway.” I snapped back.

He huffed.

“I’m serious about what I do Areum... I don’t want you interfering in that part of my life, alright? We’ve been through this before.”

I sneered at that.

“I know....isn’t that why you literally banned me from your gym. “

He didn’t reply and I stared at my hands.

He had invited that girl, though, my mind supplied helpfully.

He invited her not only to the gym, to watch him practice, but also for coffee afterwards...you know...to get to know her better....probably because she’s not the kind of girl who would spread her legs as easily as you do.....

I stared out of the window, remembering how pretty and put together Sana had looked. The dainty walk, the perfect make up and the long hair, styled perfectly.

I was beautiful too. Of course I was and I knew it.

Men like Jungkook didn’t go for unattractive women even if it was for a quick lay. But, there’s beauty and then there’s actual charm? I wasn’t charming in any sense of the word. But then, did I have to be charming and attractive and perfect to go see him fight?

Why?

What about the other people there? If literally anyone could go watch him fight, why wasn’t I allowed?

“I want to come watch you train....” I said impulsively, my anger getting the better of me.

Jungkook turned to give me a shocked stare.

“What? Why?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and I shrugged.

“No reason.” I said shortly. I could physically feel his irritation build.

“Areum....” He began , voice holding a note of warning but I refused to back down.

“Literally anyone can visit your gym. You own the thing and you love offering discounts to everyone you meet...and yet somehow, I’m ‘ banned’. Why?” I demanded.

“Because I don’t want you there...That’s a good enough reason for me.” He snapped back and I clenched my fists harder.

“Well, sucks for you. I’m gonna be there. On the front row. Let me see what’s so great about Jeon Jungkook in the ring that drives women wild...” I scoffed.

He stared at me for a second and then chuckled.

“Ahh..... so you just wanna watch me get wet and sweaty.... ? Understandable.”

I sneered.

“You have been wet and sweaty on top of me enough times and trust me the novelty has long worn off.”

He groaned.

“It genuinely feels like anytime I try to be halfway decent human being to you, you repay me by being as annoying as you can....” He said thoughtfully and I couldn’t say anything to that.

i flinched when his hand reached out, moving to my knees and squeezing /lightly.

“What are you doing?” I frowned slapping at his fingers and he merely moved his hand higher up my thigh. I flinched when he squeezed again.

“The only time you’re remotely bearable is when I’m touching you....So I’m gonna keep my hand here...” He gave me a smug grin, eyes practically dancing with mirth and I grimaced.

“I’m still going to come. I want to.” I said firmly.

He didn’t argue further.

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Much to my surprise , I slept away the better part of the day, buried in Jungkook’s soft white sheets , head pillowed in the dozen fluffy throws he kept around. It was vaguely arousing that someone so intensely masculine like Jungkook preferred a comfortable , soft toned bedroom. The sheets smelled exactly like him, a fresh citrusy scent that managed to be soothing and sweet and yet somehow seductively warm as well.

I woke up to fingers in my hair, lightly stroking. The room was dim, a little bit of light from the streets spilling in through the gaps between the curtains.

“Areum.... It’s almost eight.... I’m gonna order us something for dinner... You wanna wake up now?”

His voice. Fuck.

I rolled over , groggy and disoriented. My eyes took in the splendor that was Jeon Jungkook, taking in the fact that he was only wearing grey sweatpants . I stared at the smooth expanse of his chest, feeling arousal bloom , slow and steady all over me.

“I wanna suck you off...” I croaked out before I could fully filter my own thoughts.

Jungkook chuckled a bit at that.

“I’m not gonna say no to that, but why don’t you take a shower and wake up fully.

I shook my head.

“ Let’s get messy first..... we can shower later...” I whined, still blinking and he groaned, slipping into the bed with me, under the covers, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up till I was on him, my chin resting on his chest as I stared at his beautiful face.

What am I doing here? Where is this leading?

“I’ve never seen you like this. “ He commented mildly.

“Like what?”

“Sleepy and horny....Usually you‘re just angry and horny.”

I shook my head.

“I should go.” I said hesitantly.. Jungkook didn’t respond for a few seconds, merely staring at me with a blank look on his face. Then he gave me a slight squeeze around my waist and moved out from under me. .

“I can call you a cab...” He said simply, moving to get up off the bed again. I felt something jump in my throat . It was unlike him to acquiesce so fast, and it was unlike us to just.... hang out without mutual orgasms thrown in the mix and somehow that felt like a change I wasn’t ready for. A bit of panic flashed through and I reached out blindly when he stood up, grabbing his waist and yanking him closer.

I looked up at him, scooting to the edge of the bed and kneeling till I was right in front of him.

Eager to get things back to normal, I smiled and casually, pressed both my hands behind my back, looping my fingers together at the base of my spine.

“Get those handcuffs.”

Jungkook’s dick literally twitched in his pants and he swore.

“Fuck baby....” He grabbed my face roughly, crashing his lips over mine. I kissed back, almost desperate, trying to remember all the reasons why he annoyed me, why this was all we were to each other. A quick fuck, a quick lay, fuck buddies. that's what we were......

“Stay here. Stay right here...Don’t fucking move.” He pulled back and dove for his bed stand. I watched as he pulled out a silky black tie.

I grinned when he nearly fell, scrambling up on the bed and pushing up behind me. He grabbed the hem of my blouse, yanking it up over my head before grabbing my wrists together again , tying them swiftly behind me.

“Only you...” He whispered against the back of my neck. “ Only you can do this to me. Drive me wild with want just by fucking existing....”

And then he was lying down near me, grabbing my waist and jostling me around till I was straddling his waist. It took me a second to orient myself I managed to steady myself, staring down at him in surprise.

“ Seeing as you said you needed a break from my dick, how about you come sit on my face, today?” He smirked.

I tested the give on my hands, before carefully leaning down to him

“Sure you have the lung capacity for this , Jeon?” I whispered, lips brushing his as I spoke.

He responded by gripping my waist hard, easily lifting me up till i was straddling his shoulders.

“I’m ready to drown in that sweet sweet honeypot, baby...” He winked and it was such a ridiculously bad joke that the laughter got wrenched out of me.

And just like that , we were back to being us again. Or at least, that's what I convinced myself of.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THOUGHT ....I WANTED THIS TO BE JUST PORN BUT APPARTENTLY I CANT WRITE ANYTHING WITHOUT ANGST FML.

Also requests open :)

#bts fanfics #bts smut #bts #jungkook #bts fics #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook fics

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eeemarvel · 2 years

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Hope you're having a good week😊 how do you think of ideas for stories? Do you purposefully sit down and think 'what could I write about this universe?' or something?

Thank you!! I know this is super duper late, but I hope you are doing well too <3

It's different every time. To start, I'll say that my biggest stories (HR and another personal project) are usually about characters who use their amazing gifts and abilities in the clumsiest way possible. I just like to write about characters who basically have all the power in the world and still struggle to get the job done on their own.

For me, the only thing that is constant when it comes to making up stories is the voices of characters in my head having conversations. I think to myself that if they keep talking, I should just go ahead and give them something to talk about. And a room to do it in. And clothes. And the whole nine.

It's usually a conversation that pops in my head and makes me think "Ooooh, now that's interesting. Now why would they say that?? And who is saying that??" And then I start writing it. Other times, a character's face will pop in my head and I think to myself that I should give this person things to say and a reason to say it.

With HR, conversations and specific scenes came first. The plot came after. That's part of the reason why some of the details are messy (I gave Yurio and Victor three parents and none of them are Yurio's canon grandfather). I just really want to see these scenes on paper. One of the scenes that I thought of before the actual story was when Victor was taken to the hospital and Yuuri made sure to examine/take care of Victor at Victor's pace rather than his own. The entirety of the chapter "Helicopter Goose Chase" came before the actual plot too. There are whole chapters that have yet to be posted that came before the plot and I'm ITCHING to post.

"Professional Hours" came from a prompt, yes, but before that, there were office scenes and conversations that played out in my head and I couldn't get them to stop until I just wrote a little blurb about em.

My most recent fic (not posted yet) is unique in that I wrote it because 1. I wanted a soulmate AU and 2. I needed it. :') I think I needed to cheer myself up and the happier I got, the harder the fic became to write which is the reason it's not posted yet lol. That's not to say I have to be in a mentally bad space to be creative. I'm at my creative best when I'm happy, healthy, and pumped full of coffee. It just means that this particular fic served its purpose and now i need to find a new motivation to continue it. It's a hurt/comfort fic, heavy on the comfort. I can't wait til it's done~~~ but the point is, this fic is the first time that I came up with a story out of emotion.

I did a lot of writing in college and my best short story from that time was inspired by a song. I initially thought that music with lyrics was a distraction for me when I'm writing (i immediately start singing along, it's hopeless) so i always (even now) listened to either lofi hiphop or classical for a sort of wall of white noise to keep me focused. But at the time, I was watching this show and this girl, Evvie McKinney did a cover of "Ain't No Sunshine" that somehow inspired me to create the plot and characters of a story that I never would've written if I was left to my own devices. The heat and intensity in her vocals were amazing. It was like she sucked all the warmth out of the earth and returned it ten billion-fold in flames and carefully controlled wrath. It was such a good image so i rolled with it.

TLDR: More often than not, a conversation, a face, or a scene will pop into my head and nag me until I give it a story. Other times, a song will paint a picture for me that I describe in words. But for the first time ever, my own emotional needs inspired me to write a story (that I have yet to post :D)

#ask #asks #send asks #tobi asks #ask answered #writing blog #hr #hero reform #professional hours #ao3 #yuuri on ice fanfiction #yoi ff #writing #writing questions

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intubatedangel · 3 years

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Cold Snap: Chapter 1

I’m back, again, hopefully a bit more consistently. This time returning to the world of Anna Swift with a story that’s been an idea for almost 2 years but couldn’t quite come together. No resus in this part, just setting up the scene, but I hope you enjoy.

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Shona dragged her large suitcase up the ramp and onto the lower deck of the old water taxi. It had become almost like an old friend to her over the last few years, the point of seperation between home and college. She turned and waved to her parents, who stood back on the quay, watching thier daughter leave for the last semester of her college life. In truth she wasn't going all that far. Only a dozen or so miles as the crow flies, and within the limits of the same greater city area. But while the city had grown and expanded to absorb her old home town as a mere suburb, the city's transport links had not kept pace. While the rail network ran along each side of the river, it didn't cross at this end of the city. There were plans for new bridges, but they never materialised. And so, instead of taking a 3 hour trip on the city metro, Shona would take the trusty water taxi that had been crossing the river back and forth for as long as her mother remembered, and be at her dorm within 40 minutes.

A good idea really, she thought, pulling on the suitcase behind her, trying to get it rolling again. She cursed internally at her professors for giving them so much work over the spring break, the suitcase weighed down with what felt like half a library. A gust of cold wind blasted her face, and she thought of another curse, this one at the northern climate. To many, spring break was about running around on beaches nearly naked having parties and getting tanned. To say it would not be advisable here was an understatement. This far north, winter was still clinging on, to the point where snow lay on the ground just a few weeks ago.

Shona pulled her scarf up a little further as she dragged the suitcase toward the door at the rear of the cabin, where luggage could be stowed out of the way. She pushed it open then spun to grip the suitcase handle with both hands and haul it over the small threshold, staggering back a little as the wheels finally rocked over. A gust of wind sucked the door closed with a loud bang and shone flinched, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Like public transport in most cities, no one so much as glanced at her.

She ducked into the luggage area, and her heart sank. All the lower shelves were full. She walked over, wondering just how she was going to stow the case. She vaguely heard the door behind her, then the sound of rolling wheels that approached and stopped beside her.

"Erm, would you like a hand?" A male voice said. Shone turned to him. He was young, maybe a similar age to herself, with black hair in that intentionally messy style. He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Not infering anything about the strength of your gender...You just looked... and I need to..." He glanced at his own case, similar sized to hers.

Shona shook her head "Sorry, yes that would be great." She smiled. "We can each lift half." She commented, prompting a grin from the young man. Together they lifted her bag. Well, Shona steadied it at least.

"Student?" The young man asked, with a slight pant from the effort. Shona nodded, and opened her mouth to reply. "Wait, let me try and guess. Your on this taxi, so you must be studying at Central. That amount of books, over spring break no less, narrows it down. Medical students are already back, my roomate's doing Chem and says all the natural sciences work is based on their own labs now. And, I haven't seen you in any of my classes or on my floor of the library, so by process of elimination I'm going to say... History."

"Impressive." Shona told him with a grin. "You must be studying literature." She grinned at his shocked face. "My roommate is in that course. She can almost quote the entire works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at this point, and she told me that almost everyone goes through a Sherlock phase in that course."

He chuckles. "Well played. I must know the name of the lady who bested me." He said, with a mock bow.

Shona couldn't help but chuckle too, though it was drowned out by the horn of the water taxi, as it gave it's last call. Shona felt the familiar rumble as the engine got into gear and began to ramp up in power. "Shona. Shona Smith-Carlson. Yes it's double barrelled. Ardent Feminist of a mother refused to give up her maiden name."

"Well theres nothing wrong with that. Though by the look on your face you aren't too happy it."

"It's not that," Shona shrugs. "She just never shuts up about it. Still loves dad though." She trails off, the silence starting to become awkward. "What about you?" She re-directs. "I'm guessing your name isn't actually Sherlock."

He smiles. "Jack Davidson. Not literally, My dad's actually called Mark."

"You must have practiced that line." Shona said, trying not to laugh at the perfect delivery.

"Maybe once or twice, but it's a good ice breaker, don't you think?" He replied with another dazzling smile.

It was a nice smile. The boat jerked slightly as it left the quay and started its journey across the river. Shona rocked a little, Jacks arm moved, lifting a little, not quite reaching out, but ready to steady her if she had stumbled, and Shona suddenly realised he was flirting. Why did this always happen? She fought to not roll her eyes. Her girlfriend was going to rib her again. She would have to let him down gently. She took off her scarf, wrapping it and putting it into one pocket, and then unzipped her coat. She caught his eyes flick down as all men’s do, then slightly to one side, catching sight of the rainbow badge.

He blew out a breath, then nodded with a wry grin. "That's a good move. I am out played once again. Though I suppose we aren't quite playing the same game are we."

Shona shrugged. "Sorry." She mumbled.

Jack waved his hand. "Don't be. Not like you can change who you are. How about we get my bag stowed and then we grab a coffee on the upper deck?" Shona looked at him, puzzled. "Your roommate. From what you were saying she's a year ahead of me. A bit of early information is always good."

Shona considered it for a moment. He wasn't being pushy or angry like one of those guys. And she was planning on getting a coffee. So she shrugged. "Why not, company is always nice."

Together they lifted Jack's case, a little lighter than her own, and placed it in the rack. But as he was checking it was secure, Shona felt a rumble. A different rumble, one that she had never felt before on over two dozen journeys. If she'd been outside, she would have seen a plume of black smoke rise out the tall exhaust stack. If she'd been in the cabin that qualified as the bridge of the boat, she'd have heard voices filled with panic as alarms squarked.

Shona and Jack started up the stairs in front of the luggage compartment, when there was another rumble, and a strange noise filled the passenger cabin as the whole ship vibrated. Shona stopped halfway up the stairs, looking behind her. Jack turned to her, three steps higher up.

"What is it?" He asked

Shona shook her head "The boat. Somethings wr..."

Her voice was totally drowned out by the noise of the engine exploding.

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Officer Matt Jones sat on the small river patrol boat, bobbing slightly against it's mooring. He glanced at his watch. Just another 7 hours and 50 minutes of his 8 hour shift. He sighed, feeling that boiling anger as he rembered getting busted down to river patrol. Not even standard beat cop, river patrol. In March, in this city, where even the foolish wouldn't think of getting in the river. Only the desperate. But this section of the river didn't even have any bridges, ruling that out too.

"So..." The old timer, Winston, who was now his partner muttered. "Who did you piss off to land yourself here?"

Jones breathed out slowly, sending the anger with it. "You know Dean Campbell?"

"The head of HR Dean Campbell?" Jones nodded, Winston whistled. "What did you do?"

"I may have pointed out that he was... inadequate for the position. In somewhat more forceful terms. To his face..."

Winston spat into the river. "That would do it. Not that you are wrong of course, that little weasel has done nothing but damage to the department, but, not exactly the wisest decision.

Jones nodded. "What about you?"

"I asked to be here." Winston replied, prompting a look from Jones. "Coming up on retirement. The last thing I wanted was to be that stereotype. Always liked fishing, figured I'd get some boat time and avoid anything likely to finish me off before my service is done."

"That's fair enough I guess." Jones told him, sipping at the coffee, watching the old water taxi make it's way across the river. He noticed the black smoke, but thought nothing of it. "Does anything interesting happen here?"

"Wouldn't have picked this spot if it did." Winston replied. "Occasionally that floating wreck needs a hand when it breaks, but that's about it." He says turning to look. "Speking of which, that exhaust don't look too healthy." He said a moment before the radio squarked, lighting up an indicator on the emergency channel.

"This is the Beetle, may-day, may-day, our engine is...." The radio cut off as a gout of thick black smoke burst from the exhaust tube, and the distant boat seemed to lurch. A split second later the sound wave of the explosion reached them.

"Get us moving!" Jones shouted to Winston, as he grabbed at his own radio. "This is officer Jones, Badge number 4582. We have a major incident in progress on the river between....between..."

"Between North Inglebank and Trippers point!" Winston shouted.

"Between North Inglebank and Trippers point. Explosion on a water taxi, we are en-route, unknown casualties, unknown situation, requesting additional backup for evacuation and medical assistance!"

"Acknowledged Officer Jones. Relaying now."

Winston had gotten the speed boat unmoored, tossing a high-vis life jacket to Jones, before he gunned the motor and they began to cut through the waves, heading for the vessel that was now smoking from more than just the exhaust.

(Edit: Fixed some errors and details. A little out of practice.)

#medical drama #cpr #defib #resus writing #Anna Swift

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gukieater · 3 years

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Get to know me!

Thank you for the tag @yoongsisbae

It's late, I love yaaa and I love you more after getting the little insight of how are you in real life ♥️🤎💜

when is your birthday?

It's 4th of June

what is your favorite color?

black & green

what’s your lucky number?

I don't believe in numbers being lucky.

do you have any pets?

I used to. I had pet dogs, cat and rabbits too. Ever since I moved to the city I never adopted one because I don't think they deserve to live in such confinements. It's cruel enough for humans already.

how tall are you?

5'6" or 171 cm

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

I have about 4-5 working pairs. Too few? I'll tell you why-

I don't particularly enjoy the hastle of going to shopping so I shop online a lot and shoe hunting online isn't exactly endearing.

I have freakishly large feet which turns shopping for shoes into a nightmare. Plus I don't usually buy stuff unless it's absolutely necessary so 4-5 shoes in a cycle is more than enough for me.

favorite song?

There are manyyyyyy. So I'll just mention the one which instantly popped into my mind that is Roslyn by Bon Iver and St. Vincent.

favorite movie?

Uhh that's a tough one too. So I'll mention the last 3 movies I watched and enjoyed.

At the end of the tunnel (Spanish movie)

Bad Genius (Thai movie)

Girlboss (Netflix original)

what would be your ideal partner?

Hmm, never gave it a lot of thought tbh. Maybe someone who feels grateful to have me in his life, open minded, not afraid of commitment and willing to work for the relationship to work rather than give up on the smallest inconvenience ( I'm basically describing my opposite personality because lord knows I have some deep deep commitment issues). He could be boring for all I care just open enough to let me live my life on my own terms that doesn't violate our relationship. I really wouldn't care how he is with other people, boy gotta be good to me if it's gotta work.

do you want children?

I do I guess. They seem adorable when they are other people's.

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

Nada. I'm the goody two shoes when it comes down to laws and order.

what color socks are you wearing?

I hate socks

bath or shower?

Skinny dip.

favorite type of music?

I don't have any specific genre I like.

how many pillows do you sleep with?

which position do you sleep in?

on my right side.

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

When somebody touches me while I'm sleeping or getting woken up suddenly, gives me a mean headache.

what do you have for breakfast?

Bread/oats, fruit,

have you ever tried archery?

Yes, I'm terrible at it. Good with shooting though

favorite fruit?

Mango, strawberry, grape.

favorite swear word?

Bloody hell, dafuq plus tons of native shit ( it always feels satisfying to cuss at your local dialect)

do you have any scars?

So many!

are you a good liar?

Depends 👀

what’s your personality type?

The silent observer, mediator, caregiver.

what’s your favorite type of girl?

A girl who knows her worth and carry her head high

left or right handed?

Right handed

favorite food?

Cheese cake, I'm bloody craving some now. Besides I've been raving on meatbox these days.

are you clean or messy?

I love things clean but then again I'm too lazy. So somewhere in between.

favorite foreign food?

RN it's poutine. Shits good

how long does it take for you to get ready?

Depends. It can be 10 minutes 3 hrs, depending on the occasion.

most used phrase?

'Aishhh' [apparently too many things tends to go sideways and I watched one too many k drama's]

are you a good singer?

No Susan, I'm not. I'm terrible at it.

do you sing to yourself?

Hardly

biggest fear?

dying before I did enough

do you like long or short hair?

Both

are you into gossips?

I find it rather annoying.

extrovert or introvert?

Ambivert

favorite school subject?

In school, chemistry ( I used to thrive in this shit). In college, physics. In university, psychology ( I took it as a minor course although I'm an engineering major, LOL)

what makes you nervous?

Pretty people ( they literally get me shaking on my knees)

who was your first real crush?

I really don't remember really. I hardly get crush on a real person ( yep I have pretty fucking unrealistic criteria for a crush)

how many piercings do you have? how fast can you run?

2 ( in my ears and my nose)

what makes you angry?

When people blame me for something I didn't do and when I don't get the due appreciation for something I did ( I freaking bask in appeasement)

do you like your own name?

I love it. It's unique.

do you like your own name?

I mean, I didn't get to choose it.

what are your weaknesses?

I feel care and think too much. So people become tempted to take advantage of that and I get hurt. And the worst aftermath is I forget too soon.

what are your strengths?

I know which battle to pick for fighting. I know when to speak and when not to and it takes a lot to baffle me.

what is the color of your bedspread?

Murky Maroon

color of your room?

Beige cream I guess?

I'm tagging my lovelies 💜 @sunshyngal @candlewaxandp0lar0ids @craztextae @go1denjeon @eureka-its-zico @bibbykins @writemywaytoyourheart @aajjks @hollyhomburg @xherxx

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austarus · 4 years

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HR Wells x Reader Hidden Among The Fairy Lights (Part 3 of 3)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @countlesswells

*Oops, my hand slipped again, now to work on MCAT Prep and Crisis of Infinite Wells

Word Count: 3844

Part 1 Part 2

You took in one slow breath as your mind registered the pesky sunlight. Morning already? Cracking your neck, your eyes gradually fluttered open as your arms reached across the bed only for you to realize the cold emptiness of the other side. HR? Where did he go? You sat up and looked around, sleepy confusion written all over your face. Did I do something weird in my sleep? Oh my god, did I accidentally slap him? …Do I even move much in my sleep? Ridiculous thoughts flew in and out of your brain before you were hit with the face that YOU HAD SLEPT NEXT TO THE ONE GUY YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR (i.e. HR, your crush and possibly the unrequited love of your life, duh). Was it necessary? Yes, very. It should be noted that you’re very much of a cuddler when you’re asleep. Maybe that’s why he got up? I bothered him, didn’t I? Oh, he probably didn’t sleep much because of me and-.

The collar of HR’s shirt slid slightly over one shoulder. Hm, it seems my girls are still free. You automatically placed your hands over your cheeks at all the thoughts hitting you at once, feeling how hot they’ve become that you literally slept with HR, but you didn’t sleep with HR. Caitlin and Cisco must never know. But that didn’t stop your heart from beating just a little bit faster at the thought. Before your mind and heart can go into full meltdown mode, your stomach grumbled, interrupting the countdown to melting down. I’m hungry, what time is it? You fished around for your phone only to realize that it’s still dead. Maybe there’s a spare charger around here? Your stomach grumbled again in protest after the thought. Or I guess food can come first.

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A tiny tune left HR’s lips as he entered the Labs again, bag in hand with the notion of heading to the breakroom’s kitchen to make some breakfast for you and himself, obviously with the accompaniment of his special blend of coffee. He assumed you’d still be asleep at this hour since it was only 7:22 AM. The fantasy author ran a hand over the back of his neck as he strode to the breakroom. Upon arriving at the doorway, HR’s eyes widened slightly, and an amused smirk teased his lips as he watched the scene unfold across the kitchen area. He leaned against the metal frame of the door soundlessly. The cabinet had been open wide, cups settled on the top shelf as well as the bags of Jitters coffee. The Wells doppelganger noted that you still had his clothes on, which allowed his heart to thrum warmly in his chest, and your hair had been pulled into a messy bun. Yes, the sight did please him greatly.

A frustrated puff of air had left your lips as you climbed the counter in one fluid motion. HR silently snickered as you stabled yourself on your knees, reaching up for a bag of coffee beans. Looking through each shelf level, you couldn’t find your mug as you moved some over to find yours. Quietly, the novelist padded over to you while you clinked around with the cups. How did my mug get all the way over there? You spotted your ceramic mug on the other side of the big cabinet in the farthest corner. You set down the coffee bag beside you on the counter. I swear Barry and Cisco are going to get an earful for this. Shuffling your knees over, you stretched an arm to move some mugs while successfully grabbing your mug only for your knee to slip under the weight and pressure of your body at this particular angle. The world slowed until you felt yourself hit something firm, but definitely not the cold and hard ground.

“You know,” HR started, his arms around you held you tightly to himself as he set you down. Your cheeks had flared up. “You could always ask for assistance. If you truly desire it.”

“I didn’t need your help, I had everything perfectly under control,” you retorted in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. HR quirked a knowing eyebrow at you.

“And I assume the wobbling backwards to almost falling onto the floor was also part of your brilliant plan.”

“Of course.” It wasn’t, I could have almost split my head open if I landed on the ground oddly, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. You set down your mug beside the coffee maker.

“You never fail to entertain me, little birdy.” He chuckled at your little pout, reaching for the bag he had dropped. You quizzically looked at him as he handed it over to you. “I… went out to buy you somethings so that you’d be able to freshen up in the morning since-” HR proceeded to ramble on about what had happened yesterday. A bashful smile made its place on your face at his generous thought. Why are you so sweet? You opened the bag to find a toothbrush and toothpaste along with other things like facewash and such. Is that why he got up early in the morning? You thought, going back to the bathroom to fully freshen up. You wanted to ask, but you did not want to use up your third question even though this one might just be killing you on the inside to know. Meanwhile HR raked through the refrigerator for a decent breakfast to make for the two of you while looking over the ingredients you had pulled out already.

Once you were back to the kitchen, heavenly scents wafted towards you as well as the sounds of low whistling had greeted your ears. The balcony door had been cracked open to let a little air into the breakroom, allowing the heat to dissociate.

“What are you doing?” You obviously knew what he was doing but felt the need to ask as he flipped scrambled eggs on one pan to switch to another for pancake-making. Did I really take that long to freshen up? In truth, no, because HR’s quite capable in the kitchen when it comes to breakfast foods seeing as that is what he’d lived on when he lived alone on Earth-19.

“Making breakfast?”

“But I was going to make you breakfast to repay you for your kindness.”

“But you don’t need to repay me, little birdy.” Well, I mean you can repay me by giving me a kiss. HR felt the tips of his ears warm up at the intruding thought.

“But I want to,” you poked his upper arm, giving him an innocent-ish look and grin.

“Nope.”

“Please?”

HR took one look at you. “Non.”

You huffed at him before sneaking behind him as he went back to handling the eggs. “Then I guess, I’ll just have to take this.” You grabbed his special coffee bag off the counter and dashed off as if you had super speed. A mockingly evil-ish laugh left your lips as you ran away.

“Hey!” HR quickly turned the stove off and hurried after you. “My special blend! That’s my baby!”

Your messy bun bounced a bit with each quick step you took, the cool ground against your bare feet. Taking one look back, you caught HR glide around the corner and semi-crash into the concrete wall. Giggles left your mouth as your brain directed your feet subconsciously to the direction of his room. Right as you entered the room, you took a few steps forward feeling caged that you had no other exits other than the bathroom. Long arms wrapped around you before you could turn to an exit or duck away from the taller man as you held the coffee bag close to you. You squealed at being caught, a huge grin refusing to leave you face. Your limbs had entangled with his at one point as you struggled against him, causing the both of you to tip backwards instantaneously only to land with a plop on his plush bed.

“I gotcha,” HR breathed out, a smile on his face matching your own. You noted the odd look behind his eyes, a different emotion held in the depths of them. But your heart had leaped at being caught.

Of course, he caught me eventually, he literally goes out for a run every morning. And works out like a freaking champ… Not that I- He’s told me- Come on (Y/N), don’t be a thirsty hoe.

“Oh boo,” you whispered, handing the novelist the coffee beans bag to which he set it aside somewhere to be forgotten on the bed. You watched him prop himself up on an arm, his muscle flexing automatically as he gazed down to you. HR reached up to the top of your head. You felt his hands weave through your tresses to gently tug out the hair tie. Perfection, he mused to himself as he raked his eyes over every detail of your face as your hair fell into place. HR blinked, realizing that he had said his thought out loud to which you blushed at his comment. The bashfulness returning to your person. But the novelist made no effort to apologize, because he truly did think you were the definition of perfection even with all your flaws and quirks. He wasn’t going to take back the truth in his words.

You pursed your lips, feeling yourself get lost in his eyes as you became conscious of your slow breaths. HR couldn’t help himself but after setting your hair free and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, he had gingerly cupped your face.

“Would you let me ask you a question to fulfill?”

“I thought I was the one to ask the questions.”

“Humor me, would you?” You did with a sly-ish grin and rolled your eyes. “Close your eyes?” he whispered, and you did as you were told. Jitters weaved through your body as butterflies fluttered about as you anticipated what he would do. HR leaned in close, gently planting a kiss to your cheek. It’s not what I really wanted, but it’s close. I’m not hers to just spontaneously kiss out of nowhere and whenever I please. He didn’t want to be ambitious in case you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. Your eyes snapped open, disappointment jabbing at you a bit. HR watched your eyebrows knit together a bit and panic grasped at his heart. He swallowed thickly as you opened your mouth.

“HR.”

“Yeah?”

“You missed.” HR blinked at you a few times, his brain short-circuiting because he thought you were going to tell him off. Your heartbeat echoed throughout your body, feeling a bit heavy as you boldly spoke once more. “W-well?”

Your words finally sunk in. “I won’t miss this time,” a wry smirk formed on his lips as he snapped out of his mind space, HR leaned close once more with half-lidded eyes, but this time you met him halfway out of sheer curiosity of what his lips would feel like against your own. He kissed you sweetly and slowly, your mouths melding together before pulling away for air. You ran your teeth over your bottom lip, the small action urging HR to go in for more. You met his mouth with the same amount of passion again and again, revitalized from your air break. Intoxicating, the novelist thought as he nibbled on your lip, earning him a little gasp from you. He smirked against you, his limbs entangling with yours. Simple kisses becoming longer and longer, and soon your tongues had joined in the mix as they explored together. You had rested your hands on his chest, one hand slightly clutching his shirt as if to bring him impossibly closer to you. HR gently threaded his fingers through your hair which caused a shudder to go down your spine as he held you. His other hand moved to lie on your hip.

When you both finally pulled away, you noted how pink his cheeks and ears were as you were a bit breathless from the kisses. HR noticed the dazed gleam in your eyes, of course he did. Pride and joy swelled inside of him as he watched you with haziness in his own eyes, knowing that he could render you in such a state. You gently grasped his face with both hands after a few seconds, truly examining him with clearer eyes now as you had caught your breath. The pads of your thumbs lightly ran over the slight bags under his eyes. “You didn’t sleep well.”

HR snapped out of his trance, losing the hazy stardust that had resided in his eyes. He quizzically looked at you. “I slept fine.”

“No, HR, I can see the bags. You didn’t sleep well.” HR avoided your gaze, but you held him gingerly in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

“I- It’s nothing, I’m ok. I promise,” you watched him plaster a fake smile onto his face. It hurt your heart that he did that to you. That he wouldn’t want to confide in you about his dreams or nightmares.

“I heard you whimpering in the middle of the night.” Your hands slowly left his face as you moved to sit up against the headboard of the bed. HR gazed up at your from where he laid, electric blues observing you. You looked to your lap before folding your legs to your chest. “You- you were muttering, and you looked like you were in so much pain. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t. So… I tried to calm you down and you eventually did.” You rested your chin on your knees as your arm wrapped around your legs. “I just wanted to help.”

HR moved his eyes from you then to the ceiling of his room. He shut his eyes slowly, guilt biting at him at how sad you sounded, how you saw his pain and tried what you could. Even if he did try to push you away in this instance. “I’ve been having nightmares.” You moved your gaze to see him adjusting himself to sit beside you. You held out a hand for him. He placed his into your own, fingers automatically intertwining together. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help the small and sympathetic smile on your face. HR sent you a sort of solemn smile as if to say that ‘it is what it is’. He never talked about his nightmares. He’s been told too many times in life that his problems, thoughts, and ideas weren’t really essential in conversations for others to know or care about. He just didn’t want to burden you.

“For my third question before I set you free,” you stammered out, wondering if… “What did you see in your nightmares?”

“Why do you care?” His retaliation took you off guard. You blinked at him. “Why do you care so much? Why do you have such trust in me? I’m just… me.”

“Because you matter, you’re a person too, HR. You deserve to be able to confide in someone. To have someone to breakdown to.” You wanted to hug him. You wanted to scream that you love him, that you’d do anything for him and that he deserves so much better. Bile rose to your throat as words fell out of your mouth. “Why can’t you see that you deserve happiness?” You wanted to go after all the people who’s told him otherwise. All those cruel and cold-hearted individuals who have completely broken this man to the point where he questions his worth. But you remained frozen in your spot, wondering if HR could be as volatile as Harry when pushed to a certain point.

HR’s eyes locked onto yours once more, analyzing the intentions behind your words, the emotions behind your eyes. Searching for ill intent to him as others have. But time after time, you had proven no malicious motive. No sign to want to damage him any further. HR sighed harshly, narrowing his eyes at his lap and squeezing your hand. The silence killed you, but you waited. If not now, then maybe he’d open up later. You didn’t know. You didn’t know if you’d shattered everything that had happened either.

“At first,” HR spoke up before you’d come to a decision to leave him to his space, “my nightmares were mild.” He glanced at you before continuing. “The popular theme of my cowardice, always running away from problem to problem. And then, before I knew it, I would be reliving my mother’s death. Traumatizing as a child, my mind echoing each harsh word that my father had spoken to me.” You pursed your lips, moving your gaze down. You despised his dead father. “The toxic relations that people had forced onto me on Earth-19 in attempts to discredit my father and the family name, especially after I was outed. Everyone just wanted something from me. And they took it, disregarding the collateral damage that they had done to me.”

“And last night?”

“I- I- You-” You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “I was in a sea of blood and carcasses; the acrid smell was stinging and foul.” Like the author he is, he painted the scene of his nightmare vividly, goosebumps running over your skin. “I was the reason you would die.” He whispered softly, not daring to look at you. You scooted closer to him, patting a free hand on his shoulder while he held onto the other as if he was holding on for dear life. He couldn’t tell you about who Gypsy really was. He couldn’t risk jinxing what little he’s built here on his own. “They all ended the same, with a gaping hole in my heart. I was empty and alone.” HR looked helplessly at you with glistening eyes. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, he slowly returned it as he hid face in your chest. “I’m not a coward.”

“I know,” your voice shook as you swallowed thickly. “You’re not alone. You’re not empty.” His breath hiked up at your words. “You don’t need to be smart or a genius physicist to have the heart and courage to protect the ones you love.” HR pulled away with red eyes. You cupped his face and wiped his tears away, unknowingly seating yourself in his lap. “You’re a good man, HR. Don’t let anyone ever take that heart of gold away from you.” His eyes widened a fraction, those words sounding similar to what his mother had told him before she passed away right before his eyes. “I’ll always be here for you. Right by your side, no matter what happens.”

“Thank you,” he sniffled, smiling genuinely at you.

You smiled at him, kissing his cheek before reaching over to pet his floofy hair. He perked up at the adoring affection. Sorta like a puppy. The two of you found yourselves cuddled up in each other’s arms on the bed, exchanging little kisses and small, goofy stories to one another in hopes to lighten up the mood. HR thought back to his conversation with Wallace as you giggled at his pun before resting your head against his chest and shutting your eyes.

(Flashback)

“You like (Y/N), don’t you?” Wally has asked the Wells doppelganger as he had seen all the lingering glances and longing looks, he had thrown you since his time here on Earth-1. HR had almost dropped his drumsticks at the Wally’s sudden voice. He had moved his gaze to Wally form watching you work on the other side of the Cortex, fully invested in your coding and algorithms to track

“What? What? No, I- No.”

Wally took a seat beside his unusual friend as he spoke, “Mm, so then care to explain why you’ve been staring at her for the past 15 minutes?” HR looked sheepishly at the young speedster.

“She doesn’t see me like that. I’m a nobody and she’s-” HR took a glimpse at you before looking back to Wally. “Smart, kind, goofy. That cute smile of hers. Devotion and work-ethic. A heart of true gold that I could never compare her to any heavenly being ever.”

“Can’t forget oblivious.” They’re both oblivious.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Wally patted HR’s shoulder, an amused smirk on his face. “Just shoot your shot, man. You never know what’ll happen.” The speedster stood up; HR looked at him quizzically with furrowed eyebrows. “And you never know who’ll capture her heart first. You know, if you haven’t already.” Wally had left HR with more to think about than discovering his worth on the team.

(End Flashback)

“Will you be my one one one?” Your eyes snapped open as HR started. He decided now would be the best time to head the young speedster’s advice. Are we really that oblivious… to each other? To all the signs? You tilted your head a bit and knitted your eyebrows. Clear confusion written on your face.

“You’re ‘one one one’?”

“It’s when one soul, mine, plus one soul, yours, equals one soul. Us.”

The way he softly said ‘Us’, made your mind almost go blank. You swore your heart did a thing and then stopped. “If this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, I’ve got to say it’s pretty cute,” you pecked his lips, “and it works.”

“Is that a yes?”

You kissed him once more before nipping back at his lips for earlier, your face happily flushing coral-pink, “Does that answer your third question, oh noble writer?”

“… I may need a reminder or two… maybe more,” HR smiled sheepishly, already leaning in for some more smooches. Before you two can smooch, your stomach grumbled one last time, the bite of hunger hitting you again for the third time that morning. “But first, we need to get some food into you.”

You stuck your tongue out at this teasing, “But I’m cooking this time.”

“Mm, but I’m semi-done so. Checkmate, little birdy.”

“I’ll just have to make you something else then.”

“Is that so? Lead the way, my little songbird.”

***

Wally opened the door to HR’s room, hoping to find HR for today’s secret training session while Barry deals with Savitar. You were apparently MIA, who Wally was also tasked with finding today. A proud smile had crossed the speedster’s face as his eyes landed on you cuddled up to HR in the bed with the covers pulled around you two. You two were sound asleep, your back against HR’s chest whiles his arms held you comfortably. See, HR had muted his phone when the two of you had started your cuddle session so that no one would interrupt the two of you. Just for today, at least.

“That’s my man,” Wally snickered to himself as he turned off the fairy lights and quietly shut the door, leaving the two of you to sleep. Dorks, I’ll make sure the others don’t bother them too much.

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1. Favorite instrument?

I work at a music store u can’t just ask me this. When my coworkers play it’s the saxophone or the flute, when the boys in the repair shop are testing repairs and they harmonize with each other or try to outplay one another it’s the bassoon or the trombone or whatever they’re fixing at the moment. When I hear 🎺 give his lesson on Wednesday afternoons it’s the trumpet, and when I think about middle school it’s the clarinet, the flute, the French horn. When I hear the nutcracker pas des deux is the oboe and when I hear edith piaf l’accordeoniste it’s the remarkable human voice. Really my favorite instrument is all of them, it just depends.

2. Favorite fic trope? Mutual pining 🥺

3. Sport you played for the longest amount of time? LMAO I wasn’t a sporty kid but I did ballet

4. Shoe size? 10-11

5. Most recent (good) dream? Uhh I had a dream last night about my coworker 🎹 it wasn’t bad though I can’t really remember what it was about

6. Last person in your DMs? smugg

7. Can you do a handstand? Nooo nooo lmaoo nooooo

8. Unpopular food opinion I don’t like oranges or red meat

9. Conspiracy you believe in? There’s some kind of weird weather dome in my hometown around the military base that makes most storms pass around us

10. Is your hair its natural color/style? Most of it is I dyed the bottom layer of my hair tho so it’s blonde rn

11. state a useless fact all that’s coming to mind is outright lies rn hold on. The inventor of pringles is buried in a pringles can that’s so fucking nasty omg

12. most interesting gossip you’ve heard? Idk I don’t really care for gossip uhhhh have u heard tho rin dippindogs is a huge gay hah she uhh she like men AND women lmao gaaay gaaaay

13. Middle name? Carolyn

14. Sexuality? Bisexual

15. Amount of sleep you got last night? Idk actually I think like 9-10 hrs tho I slept in until 11

16. Opinion on ice cream cake? Tasty!!!

17. Opinion on (cup)cake frosting? It’s depends buttercream is usually too sweet for me in large amounts so I prefer whipped cream frosting

18. Last board game you played? Idk??? We played hunt a killer tho last Thursday me n my family I guess that counts kinda

19. Project you want to start? I need ideas first baby

20. Project you’re working on right now? HAHAHAHAHAHA

21. TV show you’re watching? nothing rn I just rewatch bojack a lot if I watch anything

22. Last movie you watched? Lego batman I think

23. Ever left anon hate? Not legit hate

24. Ever left anon love? Yes all the time. Sometimes to strangers it’s my favorite thing to do

25. Best Disney movie? The princess and the frog

26. Best Pixar movie? Soul or Up I can’t decide

27. Best Star Wars? Um. Empire strikes back

28. Last thing you consumed? Fuit gumy

29. NoTP? Idk I don’t really hate ships unless they’re gross like pedophilic gross

30. story behind your (nick)name? When I was a fetus my great grandfather had a dream that my name should be Carolyn Marie but my parents were huge dweebs so they named me Marina after the actress of Deanna Troi in Star Trek. Idk about my nickname ive just always been Rina/Rin as long as I can remember

31. ice cream order? Lately it’s lemon sorbetto I know it’s SO high in sugar but I love it

32. describe your blog in <5 words I love you

33. how many blogs do you follow? 436

34. Describe your voice it depends usually I sound like a sick child but my customer service voice is really pleasant

35. Describe your smile it’s cute :)

36. What is the place you live known for? LMAOOO LMAO we have a military base nearby and like. I could go on abt that one but also like. There’s a lot of gang violence and a lot of the other consequences of poverty. People from the cities around us see us as “””ghetto””” or violent but it’s just. It’s more than that it’s always more than that. And idk what else there’s nothing really particularly special about this town except that we’re all here and not anywhere else

37. What is the place you’re originally from known for? (if they’re different)

38. pronouns? she/any idc

39. Languages you speak? English

40. first friend you made through tumblr? Idk. I probably don’t talk to them anymore :(

41. Person on tumblr you know in real life? my brother

42. First dog breed you think of shih tzu I have 2 next to me rn

43. room wall color? Purble!!!! The paint color is called grape juice that’s why I picked it!!!

44. Song that’s stuck in your head right now? It’s tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time it’s trickyyyyy

45. Favorite number? 5, 34

46. Color you associate with your name? Red

47. Favorite jolly rancher flavor?watermelon

48. Pets? 2 dogs rocket and groot and 4 cats loki danni who r from the same litter and we raised from kittens, miss kitty who we adopted from a shelter after my boy blue moon passed away and ben (his real name is Kylo Ren thanks to my mom but I refuse to call him that) he is my little baby and he has 7 toes on his front paws

49. Collections? Hot wheels

50. Character outside of your fandom you’d marry? Girl what lmaooo idk

51. Character outside of your fandom you’d kill? That’s mean :(

52. Have you met any celebrities? NO thank god id have to kill on sight

53. Favorite time period in history? Itslian Renaissance & Romantic Era

54. What time is it right now? 2:35 am oops

55. History or future? Future but like . A good one. Or prehistory

56. Space or ocean? Space

57. Fears? Abandonment

58. Command + v and post. It’s this list of questions u don’t want that

59. Favorite season? Spring

60. Describe your aesthetic. Messy just a mess, neon and old buildings and things, antiques, countryside if there weren’t so many trump pence flags still lmaoo give uppp give up, nature just al of nature and space and places humans can’t touch and places they used to touch but can’t anymore

61. MBTI? Infp but I haven’t taken it in a few years

62. What’s your relationship with your family like? Normal.

63. “Biggest fan” in your tumblr activity? I’m in mobile hold on acc to tumblr it’s akky

64. Favorite musical? Sweeney todd

65. Comfort book? Idk how to read 💔💔💔 wuthering heights tho

66. Comfort movie? Whisper of the heart

67. OTP? Girl idk

68. BroTP? Joey and Tristan yugioh

69. AUs or canon compliant? Canon ig idk

70. Opinion on the person who’s sending the ask? It’s an anon!! But I love them

71. FMK + 3 characters anon didnt leave any characters and I was going to say something very bad but I won’t

72. Dream date? I’ve wanted to do this for a while but ideally it would be after we’d been together a while maybe even engaged or whatever, I wanna go to like a Home Depot or a furniture store and pretend to be married and looking for house paints and furniture and plan what our home is going to look like I wanna do that so bad. But idk for a first/early relationship date i really want to go to the zilker botanical garden it’s one of my favorite places, we could also go to the natural gardener which is a plant nursery in Austin I really love it there too and it’s not that far from zilker.

73. Relationship status? Single

74. Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to? Yes and perhaps. Maybe

75. Dream job/career? Idk anymore I used to have big girl goals and I haven’t had any in a while. But when I was younger I wanted to be a game warden

76. Favorite band/singer? Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable? My cats

78. The first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Buy a house

79. Are you superstitious? Yes

80. Character you project onto? Shizuku tsukishima

81. Fictional character you’ve had a crush on? Vergil devil may cry. Forever husband

82. Celebrity crush? LMAO

83. Person on here you’d date? my mutuals

84. Person on here you’d marry? 🥺 my mutuals

85. Person on here you’d throw into the void? Smugg

86. Other social media you have? I’ve got a photography insta that I barely use and a Twitter that’s just nintendo switch screenies that’s it

87. Finish the sentence: Due to personal reasons, ___________i will be passing away

88. Bad habit? I find it rlly hard to say no or like to say when and why I’m upset I don’t feel like for the latter I don’t feel like I should bring something that’s upsetting me up because I know I’ll get over it on my own and I don’t really trust myself to be upset about rational things. Idk I’m working on it

89. Three things you like about yourself? I’m hot, I’m kind, I’m resilient

90. Ily and you deserve the world I love you!!!!! YOU deserve it too!!!

#askies #anonymous #long post /#thank u!!

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