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cheer-soli-art · 1 year

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It was a good year for art

Commentary for each artwork under the cut :D

February - biblically accurate bam - This was back when the jokes of ‘biblically accurate (insert noun here)’ had really hit mainstream, or maybe I just finally got inspiration to do something about this topic. Since Bam is the night, I added the usual night symbols of moons and stars. The waves at the bottom represent how the tides change with the cycle of the moon, and it ties in well with the idea of Bam being a ‘new wave’ in the Tower.

March - double city - An artwork that I haven’t released anywhere on the internet until today, as it was part of a school exhibition. The idea behind it was taking the place I grew up in and the city I lived in at the time and merging them into one location, representing how I am influenced by both cultures.

April - Marpril Colors Series - 17 Azure - This was a series of sketches I did over March and April, as a countdown for my return from Tower’s Tale (TT) hiatus. During these months, I was busy with school stuff and working on TT, so I didn’t have much time or desire to make other artworks.

May - Part 1_Page 201 - I started working on this TT page in December of the previous year, as the scene this page is a part of was important for me (oh, and the plot too). I was still practicing a new style, and though I don’t like it as much now, I still think it was worth the experimentation.

June - yanfei.jpg - This one was part of a Six Fanart Challenge that I never finished. Whoops. Anyways, I drew her because she’s the character that I’ve played with the most. I’m really proud of how I was able to capture most of the details, especially that staff, haha.

July - KBWday5.PNG - Ah, yes. The KhunBam month, where I spend 3 weeks thinking about what to post only for me to procrastinate on it until KhunBam Week arrives. I like this artwork because it’s where I finally started using references (lol), as well as understanding more organic backgrounds.

August - glitterandgold_01 - One of the two artworks I made for a WIP Big Bang. This is also the first artwork of the entire year that I finished on my laptop instead of my phone, as I had lost my stylus and only bought a new one around this time. I like that I was able to carry the dramatic mood from the sketch to the final version.

September - Part 1_Page 237 - There wasn’t a lot of artwork activity this month, apart from TT, so here is another page I’m really proud of. I wanted to communicate the overwhelming difference in power between the characters, so the pages before have a lot of open paneling and negative space that progressively build up to this one, which covers nearly the entire background in green. The frame around Goseng and Bam is actually the same proportions as the usual page border, but shrunken, to make it look like the fire was spreading beyond the edges of the page, to really emphasize the probable helplessness Bam is feeling in the situation… Sometimes, a lot of thought goes into these pages.

October - kitsune khun - This is a drawing I made for a raffle winner on Twitter. I included it here because this and the other artworks I made that week felt like they ‘clicked’. They were the ones that all the process from previous artworks were leading up to - finally I had an artwork that I was very satisfied with, where the process was fun and the final result was pretty to look at too. I’m a huge fan of using complementary colors, especially orange lighting and blue shadows..

November - Snow Study (gasp) - I don’t do studies as often as I should, so this one came as a surprise. I save a lot of images from Bing’s daily wallpaper, and since the cold weather was coming, I painted this chilly town with one as a reference. I also wanted to update my blog so it matched my current style, so this was drawn for that reason too.

December - ‘Polaroid’ mini series - “with hyung.png” - This is one of four artworks I made in a ‘polaroid photo’ style. I really like that aesthetic. There is something very nostalgic and deep about it - capturing a moment you deem important. Taking the context of polaroids and film into account, you don’t have the luxury to take various copies of a moment and pick the right one afterwards like we do nowadays, so ideally you’d want everything to be perfectly in place and extremely important before you press the shutter. And yet, in these ‘photos’, the moments captured are not of grandiose events or life-changing moments, but of casual, daily life. I wanted to appreciate the ordinary in this small series. Maybe I’ll revisit it next year.

Bonus round

There were a few artworks that didn’t make the cut, but I still wanted to talk about them. So here they are.

“A summoning ritual (that worked a little too well)” - This is where I started the habit of drawing genshin characters when I wanted them on my team. Though this one is a little rough around the edges, I still like the colors and texture of the artwork.

“met gala hwar” - I was watching a video talking about how the Gilded Gala was a disaster (unsurprisingly), and one of the looks that went by (as examples of what worked) caught my eye. So I drew Hwaryun in it.

“Part 1_Page 216.PNG” - I have a very consistent system for numbering pages - just thought you might wanna know. I didn’t count this one in the final cut because some of the panels here were from pages drawn last year, so I felt that I was cheating a bit. There is a lot of thought behind this particular panel, but I will discuss that one when I release the full cleaned-up version sometime in the next few months.

“a precious jewel” - This artwork means a lot to me. Though it was rather quick (done under an hour, curse my comic panel habits), a lot of ‘feeling’ went into it. I think that out of all of the artworks, this is the one where I’m pouring what I’m actually feeling at the moment - I can’t quite put it into words here (as it is a little awkward, and I’m afraid of things getting lost in translation too), but I’ll try. I think that for that hour, I understood where Khun was getting at with the jewel metaphor, but rather than wanting to hide someone away, it was more of wanting to keep those feelings close to my heart… that kind of thing.

“Bleak December_07” - My entry for Secret Santa this year. Just thought I’d include it. I signed up to an email address sending Edgar Allen Poe’s works, and was floored by The Raven, so the title and tone of this short comic reflect that too.

“fall for you, fall for me” - i like khunbam. and i like autumn, now. i like coloring khun’s hair, ‘cuz its color can look so different under different lightings. it’s a simple and easygoing artwork. i like simple and easygoing things sometimes too.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years

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loving you is the antidote

Summary:

Harry meet you at the gala and you both spent the whole night talking. He didn't get your number and he thought that was the end of you both, but later you both found your way back to each other while filming the Golden music video in italy.

Warning: fluff

Word count: 3.9k

Title: loving you is the antidote

Pairing: harry styles x reader

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Here's how it started.

You woke up to your alarm blaring. Any other day you would hate that, but today you were quite grateful for it. You were going to the met gala for the first time in your career as a model. It was exciting.

You hopped out of the bed. Before you left your room you grabbed your phone before walking down the hallway to the kitchen.

It was 11 in the morning, birds were chirping and the sun was casting light on your kitchen. It felt nice against your skin as you pulled out your cereal and milk. You walked over to the island and took a seat and began to eat your breakfast while you scrolled through Instagram.

You didn't notice it at first, but you got a dm from someone you really adored. When you finally noticed, you gasped loudly

It was Harry Styles

You just couldn't believe it. The spoon in your hand, feel from your fingers as you pressed his contact. A message popped up and you began to read them.

Hi it's Harry styles. I just wanted to say I really admire what you do. I hope we can meet if you're going to the met gala tonight because I am. We can talk if you'll like, just really want to meet you. See you then hopefully. Love H.

The last bit made you smile a lot. You were really thinking about messaging him back, but you decided to surprise him until you got to the gala.

You finished up your breakfast with a racing heart. Harry styles out of all people liked what you did; he admired it. That made you shocked, at the same time giddy, also nervous.

After you finished your breakfast, you got up from the table, placing your bowl in the sink. As soon as you turned your phone began to ring. Walking back to the table, you picked it up seeing that it was your manager Sara.

Quickly you picked up. "Hi Sara." You practically screamed into the phone. You already regret it.

"Wow you're quite exciting. What happened? it's almost 9 in the morning, you're never this happy." Sara chuckled. You knew she was shaking her head.

"Sorry Sara. It's just… I got a message from someone special today."

"Ohh who?" She asked flirty. You laughed. "It was from harry styles. He wanted to see me at the met gala. He said he admired me." You began to beam as you remembered that message.

"Wow y/n lucky you." Sara laughed. "Well if you're going to see him at the gala then me and Jenny have to come over and get you ready."

"I'm ready to get ready." You nodded even though she couldn't see you. "Okay well I'll see you in about…" Sara looked down at her watch. "In about an hour. I'll see you till then ok?"

"Okay Sara." You said your good-byes to each other and ended the call. You exhaled after sitting your phone down on the kitchen counter. You were going to take a nice warm shower before Sara got here because it was always needed

You walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, to the bathroom. You inched over to the shower, turning the on knob to the hot water. While it got warm, You began to stare at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes, Harry styles still on your mind.

When you noticed you were daydreaming you quickly snapped out of it. "Gosh." You muttered to yourself. You turned to the shower seeing the glass steaming with fog. You began to strip from your pajamas until you were bare as the day you were born.

Slowly you got under the warm shower. Your muscles relaxing as a sigh passed your lips. Water trickled down your skin as you stood under the shower head. It felt amazing, and you'll love to stay in there forever, but you had things you had to do and that wasn't an option.

You began to wash your body. After about 5 minutes you were satisfied by how clean you were and turned off the shower head. You got out, right after wrapping a towel over your damp body, before you walked over to your vanity to begin your morning routine.

You bopped your head to Golden that was now blasting on your phone as you got yourself ready. You just loved Harry's angelic voice as he sang from his heart.

You were so in your element you didn't notice Time was moving quickly. The doorbell rang making you jump slightly. You got up out of your vanity chair and Walked to the door.

Opening it, you were met with Sara and your makeup artist and stylist. "How are you y/n?" Jeffrey, your makeup artist, asked as you let them all in. "Um…" you drew a long breath. "Pretty good."

You shut the door behind you before turning to look at them. "That's amazing. I heard the very famous Harry styles adores you." He gave you wiggly eyebrows as he sat his makeup case down. You began to blush at his knowing.

"Yes he does adore me. He wants to see me later which is pretty exciting." You clashed your hands together, smiling widely. Your stylist Maria laughed, "well take a seat. We're going to glam you up for this big day." You smiled at them and took a seat at your dining room table. "Work your magic."

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two hours later they were all done. Your makeup was done, so was your hair. You decided on a white Versace dress to wear to the gala because it made you feel sexy and look sexy. Your team agreed on that last statement when you walked out of your bedroom with it on.

"Oh my gosh y/n you look amazing honey." Jeffrey said.

You twirled around, showing off the lace dress. "I love it, it looks so nice." Sara walked over to you. "Are you ready to go?" She smooths out the dress before looking at you.

"I'm more than ready." You said, beaming. "Alright then," Sara clashed her hands together. "Let's go then."

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The drive to the gala didn't take long. You were so giddy to go. It was probably mostly because of Harry. As you pulled into the driveway of the art museum, Jeffrey made sure your makeup was perfect before you even stepped out of the car.

Sara stepped out first before a guard helped you out. You took a deep breath as you saw people everywhere. You put on a smile as the door was shut behind you.

Slowly, you walked up the steps, the photographer calling your name for you to look at their camera. You posed, giving them every angle.

You eventually reached the top of the stairs. Waiting up there was an interviewer wanting to interview you.

"Y/n, how are you?" She asked you, holding the microphone up to you. "I'm great. Really excited to be here." You looked at the interviewer, ready for her next question.

"What are you wearing tonight?"

"Um… I'm wearing versace. I've wanted to wear this dress forever. I'm very excited to be wearing it." You laughed at the end of the sentence before smiling.

"Well it's your first time to the gala, are you excited to see anyone?" She looked at you, waiting for your answer. You were dying to say Harry styles, but you know what kinda drama that could start. So you said some other people you were actually excited to see. "I'm excited to see Blake lively and Zendaya." You kinda lied.

The interviewer went with it and asked you a few more questions before she ended. Sara then led you to where the party was. You breathed a sigh of relief, but your heart was beating fast. Harry styles could be anywhere in the building. That excited you a lot. A waiter came over to you with a glass of wine. You took it right after you thinked him. You stood in the back and looked around at the sea of people. They were dressed beautifully from head to toe. You felt kinda shitty because your dress wasn't much compared to others. But a voice made you forget about the others around you.

"You look stunning."

You turned to your left to see the one and only harry. Your eyes met with his emerald eyes and it felt like you both were the only two in the building. A smile appeared on Harry's face as he walked closer to you. The pit in your stomach filled with butterflies the hurted, but in the most amazing way.

"How are darlin'?" Harry asked. "Um… I'm great." You were flustered and Harry noticed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite." He winked at you, making you giggle a little.

"Uh so you want to talk?" You asked him, sitting the champagne glass on the bar top that was behind you. Harry nodded lightly. "Yes, I would like to talk. Follow me."

Harry began to lead the way. You followed him, trying not to freak the hell out. Harry led you to a room where only a few people were. They were in their own little world so of course Harry brought you back there.

"Here sit beside me." Harry sat down in a chair and you sat in the one beside him. "So," Harry started, looking at you. "I just wanted to chat with you because you're pretty amazing."

You felt your face heat up at his words. "Thank you. You're pretty amazing yourself." Harry smiled, showing off his dimple. "Stopped, you're making me blush."

You chuckled at him. "No seriously you are. Your singing is unbelievably amazing and it just makes me forget about the world and smile." You looked off into the distance as you thought about those nights where you were belching lights up in your house by yourself.

"Thank you for making music." You turned back to Harry seeing him look at you with a smirk. "You're a doll. Well I'm going to say your modeling is awesome. I hope that doesn't sound weird but yeah it is."

“No it’s not. Thank you again.”

You and Harry kept talking. You both were flirting with each other like crazy. You would notice Harry's eyes falling to your lips as you talked. It made you flustered. You weren’t going to lie, you were doing the same thing.

You both didn’t notice that you had been talking for an hour until Sara came and told you that you unfortunately had to go. You looked back as Sara walked away.

“Well i gotta go.” you stood up and exhaled. “It was nice to meet you.” you turned to see harry getting up. “Same here.” he stood in front of you. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he looked into your eyes. You smiled slightly as shivers ran across your sink. Harry inched closer and closer to your lips, his eyes flickering to yours and to your lips. Both yours and Harry's hearts were racing.

Time stopped as Harry's lips touched yours. Your whole body tingled as he kissed you. The kiss was sweet, but had so much passion in it. You wanted to stay like this forever but you knew you couldn’t. You pulled away from Harry's lips, resting your forehead against yours.

“I have no words.” you muttered as you opened your eyes. Harry pulled away, looking at you. “Same. I really enjoyed this day with you, hopefully we meet again.” Harry said as he took his hand, brushing it over your cheek bone. “Well I should go before Sara comes and yells at me. Bye harry.”

You waved to him as you walked away, leaving his sight. Harry watched as you walked away. He knew you were going to be on his mind all week and he wouldn't have minded that.

Harry sat back down in the chair. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned back. You were something special.

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It's been a whole month since you've seen Harry. He was on your mind constantly. You loved every thing that happened on the night of the Met gala, but one thing you regret was not getting his number.

On the other side of the world, Harry was feeling the same way. You flooded his mind constantly. He fell asleep smiling as he thought about you. He wished he would've been smarter and got your number, but he couldn't go back and now he had to live with it.

Harry sat on his couch, his guitar tucked in between his arms and his thighs as he strummed away. He was coming up with some new music for his next album. The sound of his guitar filled Harry's ears. This song he was playing was about you and how close he was to getting you. He was really indulged in singing, so much when his phone rang it startled him.

He picked it up seeing that it was jeff. “Jeff?” Harry said. “Hi harry, so i was thinking we could do a music video for golden. What do you think?”

Harry suckedin his breath as he thought. “Um… I do like the sound of that. When do you want me to do it and where?”

“Um I was thinking today you can go to Italy and film like a 70s style music video. And I have the perfect girl for the video.” Jeff laughed on the other end of the phone. Harry smiled at Jeff's words, getting extremely curious. “Who is it?” Harry questioned. Jeff sucked in his breath. “Uh you have to go to italy to see.”

Harry shook his head laughing at jeff. “Okay you convinced. I’m going.” Harry got up and finished the call with jeff. After he hung up, Harry made his way to his bedroom to pack. He opened his closet and pulled out his suitcase. He began to stuff a few pairs of pants and trousers in his suitcase. When he had enough for a few days, he zipped up his suitcase and walked out of the room with it.

Harry wondered who Jeff was going to pair him with for the music video, but he’ll eventually see. Before Harry left he called Anne to tell her where he was going. She was still a huge Mama Bear. When he was finished with the call, he drove his way to the airport.

Watermelon sugar was blasting on the radio. Harry could help but belch out the song because you know it's his song. After about 15 minutes Harry arrived at the airport. He parked, got out of his car before making his way to the airport. After going through security he walked through the terminal. Of course while waiting to board some fans asked for a picture. He didn't mind so he took some pictures with a few. When Harry was finally in his seat by the window, he put in his airpods to listen to some 80s music and began to read a book.

2 hours and 30 minutes later Harry arrived in italy. Harry quickly unboarded so he wasn't seen. His taxi was already waiting for him when he exited the huge building. Harry put his bag in the trunk before getting into the back. The driver pulled away as soon as Harry buckled his seat belt. He was making his way to the hotel where Harry would be staying. While the driver was driving to his destination, Harry's eyes were outside of the window.

He loved italy a lot. It almost felt like his second home. He just felt so safe and welcome here.

"Alright we're here sir." The driver looked at Harry through the mirror. Harry looked at the guy, "okay, thank you." Harry said, reaching for his wallet. He tipped the guy a generous amount which earned a thanks. Harry smiled slightly at the guy before opening the door, taking his baggage and walking into the hotel.

Harry was quickly checked into a room. Once he got the key card he was off to the elevator. He was hoping to get in a nap before they filmed anything.

With his slinder, run clad fingers, Harry pressed the up button. It didn't take long for the door to open up. Harry walked in and sat down his luggage with an exhale. The door was about to shut 6 seconds later, but Harry heard a distant voice.

"Hold the door please."

And Harry did. He put his hand out and the door opened again. The voice that Harry heard now had a face to it. You walked into the elevator, smiling, not even aware who was beside you.

"Thank you for that. You pressed your floor before turning to see who it was. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when you saw Harry.

"Harry!?" You were shocked. You didn't think you'd meet him again; yet here you both were in the same hotel.

"Y/n… How.. how are you?" Harry asked, stumbling to find his words. "I'm okay. I'm here to do a music video with someone." You said smiling.

"I'm doing a music video." Harry said. "Wait that's why Jeff was so giggly, it was you." Harry smiled causing you to do the same. "Well I guess our managers were thinking the right way." You laughed. "I'm happy I'm here. Especially know that you're as well."

Without hesitation Harry kissed you. God how you missed his lips. His tongue ran across your bottom lips before he kissed you zealously. You moaned a little as you cupped his cheeks deepening the kiss.

Unfortunately you both pulled away when the elevator dinged. You were breathless and so was harry. "This is my floor." You picked up your bag. "Um I'll see you later?" You said looking at Harry.

He nodded, "of course” you smiled at him as you walked out of the elevator. As soon as the door closed you squealed excitedly. Smiling, you walked down the hall to your suit that you were staying at. You struggled to get the key card in the slot from smiling so much but you eventually did and walked straight, tossing your bag to the ground. You fell back onto the bed with your arms wide open. You couldn’t stop smiling.

The italian sun outside of your window cascaded down on your body making you feel golden.

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Harry was feeling the same. As soon as he entered his room he started doing his happy dance. He was more than happy, he was ecstatic. You did that to him. Harry calmed himself down before plopping down on his bed. He ran his hands over his hands trying to stop the smile on his face. He knew he couldn’t so he decided to sleep on it for an hour or so before he started filming.

Harry changed into some joggers and pulled off his shirt before getting comfy under the blanket. He fell asleep with a smile on his face(and also on his tummy hehe).

About an hour later, Harry woke up to his phone ringing. He adjusted from his sleep before reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “‘Ello?”

“Harry,” it was jeff. “ are you ready to film?” Harry sat up as soon as Jeff asked that. “Yeah. I just took a little nap.” he cleared his throat. “Okay be down stairs in 5 minutes, bye.” Jeff hung up before Harry could say bye, which Harry thought was rude.

He just pushed that out of his mind as he got out of the bed. He put on some shorts and a white button up shirt. Before he left the room he made sure his hair was perfect before grabbing his phone leaving the room.

Down the hall, near the elevator you were waiting for him. Harry of course smiled when he saw you because he didn't expect you to be waiting.

“Hi, what are you doing here waiting for me?” you walked up to him “well I ‘m scared of elevators.” you pouted your lip as you joked. Harry laid, “alright come on.”

He pressed the down button and waited for the elevator to open. “Wait how'd you get up to my floor then?” Harry asked, looking over at you. The way your eyes grew large as Harry caught you in your lie made him laugh.

The elevator opened and you and Harry walked in. you pressed the main floor and watched as the door closed. As you both went down, you couldn’t help looking over at harry. He was looking at the floors as they changed. You can see slight dimples in his cheek telling you he knew you were staring at him. You just chuckled softly before turning back, turning away, looking back forward.

The elevator soon came to a stop letting you and Harry off. Harry politely let you walk out first before he followed. Some crew that was helping film were waiting for you and harry to take you to the location you needed to go. You and Harry followed them outside before walking in the warm sun a block down to the filming location. When you arrived the director gave you and Harry simple instructions.

“Harry was up first driving the car and running. You watched as his curls blowing in the wind and how he made funny faces. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at how adorable and hot he was.

you didn’t do much during your takes. so it was mostly you and Harry doing a little talking, giggling, and danced playfully. He was such a fun person to be around and you wish you could be with him Every day if it was possible.

After filming various takes the director called it a day. Your eyes were on the sky watching as the sun rays painted a golden picture on the sky. You didn't notice but Harry was looking at you with a smile.

Your skin glowed so nicely as the sun shined on you. A little smile played on your face making Harry chuckle quietly to himself.

He took it upon himself to walk over to you and wrap his arms around your waist. Of course you knew who it was - it made you smile.

"Hi Harry." You said leaning back. Harry looked at you as you looked up at him. "Hi y/n." Harry looked at the sky before speaking again. "You know something, when I left the gala I couldn't stop smiling. You were the first person that ever made me feel so free and so not famous. And when I forgot to ask I thought I lost my chances with you forever. My mind was going crazy; couldn't stop thinking about you for a second and how stupid I was to not get your number. But you know what?"

Harry looked at you. "What you mumbled. "None of that matters because I'm right here with you right now and there's nowhere I want to be."

You smiled softly at him. "I can say the same." You turned in Harry's arms. "I was going through a hard time before I met You. Not to be cliche or anything, but loving you is the antidote and I mean that."

Harry smiled before he cupped your cheek, kissing you tender and sweet.

The end

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I love this. My longest fic too

best believe I got more coming

@captainamerica-is-bae

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tatertotthethot · 4 years

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The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 5/6 (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n these chapters aren’t really that long but i keep taking forever to get them written and edited lol but anyway i hope ya’ll enjoy!!

Gigi stayed at Crystal’s house for a while after their kiss. Crystal showed Gigi all of the art that was not yet hanging up on her walls, gave her a house tour, and introduced her to her cat Tic Tac, who Gigi instantly fell in love with.

Gigi finally had to go when Crystal said her mom was on her way home from work, and would not be happy with Crystal if she found out she had someone over without permission.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine walking home?” Crystal asked, watching Gigi put her shoes back on from where she was standing in the kitchen.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I live like, two streets down, actually so I’ll be there in like five minutes!” Gigi reassured her.

They hugged goodbye, Crystal walking her out and standing on her front porch until Gigi went out of sight. A few minutes later, Gigi messaged her.

gigi: i’m home and i miss ur cat

crystal: :o only tic tac??? not me??

gigi: yeah <3

crystal: you’re a loser

To Crystal’s disappointment, she didn’t hear from Gigi again until much later. Crystal had been debating getting off TikTok and going to sleep early for once when Gigi finally messaged her back.

gigi: do u wanna facetime

crystal: YEAH!

Crystal balanced her phone on her history textbook that was still laying on her bed and grabbed Tic Tac, knowing Gigi would love seeing the cat again.

“Hi!” Gigi waved, gasping when she saw Tic Tac in frame. “Who’s the cutest cat ever?”

Gigi showed Crystal her room and her closet. Eventually, they both exited the FaceTime app to go on Twitter, but stayed on the call. They made it their mission to annoy the other girls by spamming them with pictures of frogs and other memes they had found funny.

crystal: frog in a hat frog in a hat

nicky: why not sheep? they are the superior animal!

crystal: No <3 but i fuck with you for trying

Jackie: Does this happen often?

nicky: crystal and gigi are always on some bullshit. just ignore them queen

jan!: nicky pls stop trying to steal jackie

nicky: i simply breathed

“Hey, I think I’m going to bed,” Crystal yawned, “I’m tired. I would’ve been asleep by now if you didn’t want to talk.”

“Wait, before you go, do you maybe want to walk to school together tomorrow?” Gigi asked, coming back onto the app to see Crystal’s face.

Crystal smiled. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Great! I’ll message you in the morning. Goodnight, ba- bitch!”

Being so tired, Crystal almost didn’t catch Gigi’s slip up. “Goodnight, Gigi.”

Being just friends was going to be difficult, Crystal decided before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

Walking to school became Gigi and Crystal’s new thing. With Crystal’s mom’s permission, Gigi would join Crystal after school on days she didn’t have practice, often staying for dinner. Crystal’s mom met Gigi a week after they started doing this, and was very skeptical the first time she met Gigi, not expecting Crystal to have befriended a cheerleader, but quickly welcomed her with open arms.

After Gigi had dinner with Crystal and her mom, her and Crystal went back into Crystal’s room to get some homework done. Gigi’s mom requested her to come home after Gigi and Crystal finished Gigi’s algebra homework. They were both pretty bad at math, but Crystal insisted if they worked together they would be able to figure it out, which was debatable at best.

“I don’t want to go. I’m too comfy,” Gigi complained, not wanting to get up from Crystal’s bed.

“You have to. Sorry.” Crystal replied, making Gigi stick her tongue out at her.

A few moments later, Gigi sat up, remembering that she wanted to ask Crystal something. “Hey, so before I go, I was thinking…”

“You think?” Crystal teased, giggling. Gigi gasped in mock offense, throwing a pillow at her head.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Gigi continued, “I was thinking that we should have lunch together tomorrow. Only talking to you in the halls is not enough.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you want to meet me in the art room then?” Crystal asked, shutting her textbook and turning to face Gigi.

“No. I’ll come meet you outside your class. What happens next is a surprise.”

Those words replayed in Crystal’s brain for the rest of the night. A conversation that happened in the group chat when Crystal was in the shower got her even more excited.

gigi: guys guess what

jan!: yeah??

gigi: i miss crystal :(

jan!: weren’t you at her house like an hour ago

heidi: hold up WHAT

heidi: miss gigi was WHERE????

jaida: what now

gigi: JAN SHUSH you ruined my reveal!!!

jaida: JAN YOU KNEW THIS??? and didn’t wish to share???

jan!: uh-

heidi: not a reveal DHGJSDH

gigi: i’m gonna ask crystal out and then after that i was gonna send a selfie of us revealing that we are dating AND that we live in the same town and everyone would lose their minds at the superior couple

jaida: now why would you announce that if she’s in here

gigi: SHIT

gigi: everyone spam the chat she doesn’t read up

jan!: SUPERIOR COUPLE?? HELLO???

jan!: stealing your idea. we aren’t dating yet but look at me and jackie :-)

nicky: I HEARD JACKIE IM HERE

jaida: nicky why do you hit on everyone who’s not available dgfhfj first gigi, and then you were a crystal stan and now this

nicky: why are you acting like this is a problem jai

Jackie: I find it hilarious. Jan only reserves that side of her when Ariana Grande posts a selfie. I’m chopped liver to her.

jan!: JACKIE THAT’S A LIE DHJBFDKH WHY DO YOU ONLY COME IN HERE TO BULLY ME

Jackie: ;)

gigi: jackie’s using emojis we did it gays

nicky: i am a homewrecker. jaida, find a partner and i will flirt with you too

heidi: nicky literally no one asked

jaida: well damn..

jaida: hey heidi you single??

heidi: NOT THISIDHDGKJS

Crystal usually didn’t read up, due to pure laziness and the fact that these girls could send fifty messages a minute if they wanted to. It was too much for Crystal sometimes. This time she decided to read up, and she was glad she did. They didn’t try hard enough to hide anything Gigi said, and Crystal was even more excited for the next day.

Crystal got up extra early that morning, putting more effort than she usually would on taming her curly hair and put on a tad bit more makeup than usual. She searched her closet for the perfect outfit, and finally picked out a hot pink jumpsuit with purple flowers on it, with a headband with the same design on it to match.

She loved what she saw when she finally looked at herself in her full length mirror. Crystal knew this was going to be a good day; she looked good, and Gigi was going to ask her out during lunch. She was so excited.

gigi: im on ur street!

Crystal tried her best to mask her excitement as she walked down the hall and out the front door, not wanting Gigi to know she was aware of her plan.

“You look so cute!” Gigi exclaimed as soon as she saw Crystal.

“Thanks! You do too, we match!” Crystal replied.

Gigi was wearing a pink floral shirt with white shorts, and Crystal thought she looked very nice. Gigi always did, but it didn’t appear that she put in any extra effort, unlike Crystal did.

Crystal didn’t let that upset her, she told herself that the way Gigi dressed probably wouldn’t affect anything Gigi had planned.

Due to Crystal’s impatience, the morning felt much longer. When the bell signaling that it was lunch finally rang, Crystal couldn’t hide the gigantic grin on her face if she tried. Right outside the doorway stood Gigi, and two other girls who were on the cheerleading squad. Crystal found this odd, but made her way over anyway.

“Hey, you ready?” Gigi asked, giving Crystal a quick hug. “This is Rosy and this is Symone,” Gigi said, motioning to the other girls. “I want you to meet them so we’re all having lunch together!”

Realization hit. There was no date, Crystal was way off. She really hoped her face didn’t show her disappointment. She tried to ignore it, Crystal was curious to meet Symone and Rosy. Gigi had mentioned them briefly before, but they must’ve been close if Gigi was introducing them.

“Just with you guys? Not Dahlia?”

“Nope, she has a dentist appointment.” Gigi confirmed, and the four of them took off to the cafeteria.

Lunch was surprisingly nice. Rosy and Symone were way nicer than Dahlia ever had been to Crystal. Symone liked to paint, and Rosy loved Harry Styles so there was much for Crystal to discuss with them. Crystal didn’t like them as much as she liked her internet friends, but she couldn’t say they didn’t exceed her expectations. Crystal wondered why Gigi wasn’t always surrounding herself with cheerleaders like Rosy and Symone, who were genuinely nice and positive, but that would be a question for another time.

Despite lunch going better than expected, Crystal was sad that she was so off about what Gigi had planned. She felt stupid, even though none of what Gigi had said hinted to only inviting Crystal to have lunch with her friends on the squad.

On their way to Crystal’s house, Gigi could tell something was off with the green haired girl. She was going to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gigi asked once they got in Crystal’s room, both of them sitting on the bed.

“It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” Crystal lied, busying herself by petting Tic Tac, who had jumped up to join them on the bed.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” Gigi pushed, wanting to help.

Crystal took a deep breath, and let it all out. “What are we, Gigi? We said we’d be just friends for now but I thought you were going to take me on a date during lunch today since you told the group chat about your plan but I was wrong!”

Gigi had to take a moment to process everything. “I was going to try to clear that up by taking you on a date during spring break.” She admitted, making Crystal’s eyes go wide.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, I just-” Crystal mumbled, feeling awful,

“That’s why I wanted you to meet my other friends.” Gigi continued, “I think I’m going to come out to them before spring break.”

Crystal was shocked, “Gigi, spring break is next week. Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah. I need to. I talk to them about you all the time and I think they’re starting to get suspicious.” Gigi blushes.

“Even Dahlia?”

“Yeah, but she’s moving this summer so she’ll be out of her hair soon enough.”

“I think this is the best day ever, honestly.” Crystal giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Gigi’s cheek, making her whine.

“No. On the lips.” Gigi pouted.

“I don’t kiss before the first date, Georgia Rose.” Crystal teases.

“You’re so stupid!” Gigi huffs, tackling Crystal onto her bed, tickling her sides until she thought Crystal had enough. When Gigi finally stopped, Crystal lied there for a moment, still giggling even though Gigi’s manicured fingers weren’t on her anymore.

“You’re so mean! I didn’t deserve that.”

“You’re the one who wouldn’t kiss me!” Gigi whined again, flipping Crystal off.

“Don’t stress. G. Spring break will be here before we know it.”

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #dahlia sin #jackie cox #jan sport #jaida essence hall #heidi n closet #crygi #lesbian au #high school au #social media au #girl i met on the internet #strawberry #s12 #submission

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Can of Coffee

Bobby/Kim Jiwon Scenario

Request: 16. Bobby please✨

Prompt: “You look like an idol.” “Who?” And then you mentioned the name of the guy who’s talking to you.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine...”

Saturday night, around 11PM to be precise. You sighed deeply as you looked down to what used to be coffee in your grasp, spilled as you got out the convenient store. Just your luck, a guy decided to go in, very quickly too, when you went out the door. You had not even sipped the coffee yet. Thankfully, it didn’t ruin your shoes but it was still an unfortunate event.

“Why is this person not looking at me?”

Standing in front of you was a guy quite taller than you. His hair was messy, almost looked like he just got up from bed, with his baggy pants and sweaters, layered with another jacket. A dark grey face mask was covering his face. You could barely see his eyes with how messy his hair were, and also, the looking away thing. Him looking away seemed more of trying to hide his face, rather than an expression of embarrassment or shyness.

“I’ll buy you a new one very quick—“

The guy quickly moved to ran back in the convenient store, it seemed like he was in such hurry and distressed, but you called him. “Wait,”

Silence.

“You look like an idol.” You blurted without thinking. “But I couldn’t quite put my finger on who...”

“Who?!” The guy replied quickly. There was a hint of nervousness in the tone of his voice, but you couldn’t really tell why.

“Uh, you know that guy from ikon? What was his name again...” You hummed. “B.I? No, the other one, Bobby... Yeah, Bobby!!!” You laughed at your own words. “Sorry, I’m a little random sometimes.”

“Uh...” The man awkwardly looked at you. “You still want the coffee? I mean, I don’t mind buying you two even.”

“Nah, it’s alright. I have plenty of that cheap-brand coffee at home anyway!” You laughed.

“I insist.”

You widened your eyes in amusement for a second. “Alright then, make it two, but the other one’s for you. How’s that sound?”

“Cool.” He shrugged and started walking back inside the store, with you following him from behind.

“So, what’s your name anyway?” You asked out of the blue when both of you reached the cashier.

The guy looked back at you for a good second, almost like the question you asked was so unbelievable.

“What? Oh... you thought I was hitting on you, huh?” You rolled your eyes.

“What?! No! I mean...” He shook his head, thanking the cashier after, as he grabbed the two cans of coffee. “Wanna sit down for a while? I mean, if you’re not in a hurry that is...”

“So, now YOU are hitting on me?” You folded your arms, grinning.

He finally broke into a laugh. His eyes turned into crescents. “My name’s Jiwon.” He said as he handed you the coffee.

You grabbed the can and told him your name. “I have a day off tomorrow anyway, so... yeah! I don’t mind sitting down for a while.”

“Alright.” He said casually, but immediately stopped his tracks. “Wait, does my name not ring any bell to you?”

“What bell again?” You laughed while pushing the store door open for both of you.

“Forget it.”

“You know what? I like your sense of humor, I think it kinda matches mine!” You laughed again as you sat down. “I like people with dry jokes!”

“Sure.” He laughed too and took the chair next to you. “What do you do anyway?”

“I’ve just graduated from university three months ago, but I decided to take some short course this summer before I jump into the work field.” You explained. “You?”

“I don’t really know if I should tell you what I do for a living...” He chuckled.

You gasped quietly. “Don’t tell me you’re some kind of drug dealer or something???”

He laughed, this time, out loud. “You’re so funny, I swear to God.”

For some odd reason, your heart skipped one beat.

“Don’t avoid the question!” You almost stutter.

“Hmm...” Jiwon rubbed his chin, thinking. “Let’s just say I work in the music industry...”

“Wow!!!” You beamed. “What are you, some kind of music composer? Writer?”

The guy laughed again and shook his head in disbelief. “You could say so.”

“Which entertainment are you working for? SM? No, AOMG? You kinda look like someone who could be friends with Jay Park!” You said excitedly. “Sorry, it’s the caffeine, I get a little too excited sometimes.” You giggled.

“I don’t mind.” Although you couldn’t see his face through the mask, his eyes turned into crescents again. You knew he was smiling. “No, I don’t work for AOMG sadly.”

“What a bummer! I was about to ask you to introduce me to Gray too!!!” You joked.

“You like hiphop?”

“I guess? I never really take too much time to memorize all the artists’ names though.” You shrugged. “The only guys I recalled clearly were Jay Park and Gray, and I guess, those two guys from ikon that I said kinda looked like you earlier.”

He suddenly cleared his throat. “Uh... Enough talking about me, you mentioned about taking a short course?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m taking some digital illustration class around four to five times a week.” You replied excitedly, totally oblivious that the guy you were talking with, was changing the topic.

“Awesome.” He said, amused. “You uh, draw human and stuff? Or just you know, cartoony, or I don’t know... I really don’t know too much about art.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m focusing on fashion illustration, and also some advertising. Occasionally I do paintings too, but that’s just purely to waste some time...”

“Ah, I have a friend who’s super into painting as well!” He said with excitement, that he at least knew something.

“Oh? Do you have their Instagram or something? Can I see their works?”

Jiwon cursed silently. He really did not think the words that escaped his mouth through.

He couldn’t exactly show Mino from Winner’s Instagram account, can’t he?

“Wait... I— Oh, thank the heavens!”

“Huh?”

He took his phone out from his pocket, and swiped through his gallery for a while, before showing it to you.

“He sent this to me a few days ago, it’s his latest and I don’t think he has posted it online yet.”

You took your time to analyze the artwork. “Hmm... he has a very distinct style, it’s colorful yet dark at the same time.” Your eyes were still fixated on the phone. “I like it though, it seems like it has a deeper meaning.”

The lad smiled at you secretly. Admiring how passionate you were talking about art, that made you seem even more attractive.

Time passed by so quickly. Both of you were so indulged into the conversation, that was basically pure random talk, that you did not realize that it had been almost three hours since you dropped a can of coffee to the ground, and a stranger with messy hair insisted on buying you another can.

“Whoa! It’s already this late?!” You were shocked when you saw your watch. “Yah, we should probably head back now...”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed. “I have to admit though,”

“Admit what?”

“I kinda don’t want our conversation to end this early... You can say I’m hitting on you all you want!” He giggled.

Another beat was skipped.

“You know what... yeah, it’s mutual!” You giggled too, but a blush crept onto your cheeks without you realizing.

It seemed like he was grinning from eye to eye, you could not really tell because of the mask. Speaking of the mask, he had not been taking them off since you first met him, making you curious of how he would look without it.

“Where do you live? Is it far? I can take you back home if you want.”

“I-It’s okay, I can just take a cab.” Did I just stutter?

“My place is nearby and I don’t mind.” He said, shrugging.

“No really, exactly why I don’t want you to do so.” You refused politely.

“Then I’ll pay for your cab?”

“No, Jiwon... you don’t have to—”

“I insist, again.” He winked.

This time, you were sure your heart was about to stop.

Just the luck, a cab immediately drove by, and he quickly called it. “Give me your number.” He suddenly said.

“I thought you wasn’t going to ask.” You smirked playfully, but deep down, your heart was doing a backflip.

“So I can pay you back on the cab!”

“Does that mean I’ll see you again in the future?” You hummed, liking the idea.

“Yeah...” He folded his arms. “Probably, most probably.”

“Alright.” You cheekily grinned after you typed your number on his phone. “Umm, I’ll see ya?”

“I’ll text you later.” He waved.

The whole trip back to your house, you could not stop smiling to yourself like an idiot. You literally felt like you were a high schooler again. It had been quite some time that you had not met a somewhat “romantic” encounter, if you could call it that.

You were too smitten, that you actually forgot that until you both bid your goodbyes, you still had not see the face behind his mask.

Just a few minutes after you arrived home, with a little unsettled feelings because of the face mask thingy, a notification popped up on your phone.

“Hey! Arrived safely? I forgot to... you know, show you my face today, didn’t I?” Followed by a grinning emoji.

You wasted no time in replying back. “What are you gonna do about it then? Send me a selfie?” You teased.

A minute later, another notification popped up again.

“I hope this doesn’t seem like a catfish lol. You can call me Bobby too, if you want!”

You did not expect him to actually send you a picture.

Nor did you expect him to look that handsome.

Also, you didn’t exactly expect him to be...

ACTUALLY BOBBY FROM iKON???

Bobby is just doing the social distancing y'all, that’s why he didn’t open the mask 😂😂😂

Jokes aside, I hope everyone’s staying safe and healthy. Please don’t just go outside because you’re bored at home like... I’m so sick of those kind of people :(

I hope this story could at least cheer y'all up even just a little bit! <3

#bobby scenarios #bobby imagines #ikon scenarios #ikon #bobby ikon #ikon imagines #kim jiwon #junhoe scenarios #donghyuk scenarios #chanwoo scenarios #jinhwan scenarios #hanbin scenarios #yunhyeong scenarios #ikonic

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Designing Your Melody - Chapter 01: Mine

Chapter 02

*I’m new to the Lukanette fandom (and fanfic writing lol), but I love this pairing. I started late on the whole “Lukanette February prompts” thing, but I’m going to try to catch up and finish this story. Any and all feedback is welcome and I hope you like this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!*

Rushing through the streets of Paris like an absolute madwoman, Marinette DuPain-Cheng began to wonder what course of events had resulted in her current panicked state. Then again, she had to admit that it was absolutely her own doing. As usual.

A few days ago, she had received a phone call from Jagged Stone’s assistant, Penny Rolling, requesting a special commission for Marinette to design an outfit for the rocker to wear to promote the release of his latest single. Completely over the moon to be asked by THE Jagged Stone to design the clothes that would be featured on TV and magazines all over the country, she hadn’t hesitated for a second to accept the job and had begun drawing design after design after design. But in her excitement – and feeling the pressure of a job of this magnitude – nothing she had come up with seemed good enough.

So after drawing non-stop and pulling one last all nighter before her initial concept meeting, Marinette had finally compiled a portfolio full of designs for Jagged to choose from. Only for her to sleep through her alarm. Again. When she had finally woken up to her phone buzzing incessantly next to her ear where she had laid her head on her desk to “rest her eyes for a minute”, she had shrieked when she realized that she only had fifteen minutes to get to her meeting. All the way across town!

She had reeled back in such a panic that she flipped her computer chair right over, leaving her dazed and confused lying on the floor on her back. She scrambled to her closet and tried to find an outfit appropriate for an up and coming designer to represent herself and her professionalism, because if there was anything that Marinette needed help with, it was trying to be “professional”.

She grabbed a pair of pale pink skinny jeans with a large black bow where the belt buckle would be, a loose pink top with black lace embellishments on the hem, and a sleek studded leather jacket. Shoving her feet into a pair of black lace ballet flats, she quickly grabbed her portfolio and dashed down her stairs, calling out a greeting to her parents on the way out.

“Bye Maman, bye Papa! Wish me luck!”

She didn’t wait to hear their response as she made a bee-line straight for the nearest metro station.

Oh my god, Marinette, way to drop the ball! Not only am I going to be late for the biggest job I’ve ever had, but Jagged Stone is probably not going to like anything I came up with! He’s going to laugh at my designs and tell me that he’s changed his mind that he wants me to be his designer! Then I’ll never get another job because who would want to hire someone that Jagged Stone laughed at and I’ll have to work at my parents’ bakery for the rest of my life and I’ll never have my own place and I’ll never get to have a hamster named –

Marinette’s mental breakdown was abruptly interrupted when she turned a corner and slammed head-first into another person. She fell backward, landing hard on her butt as her portfolio went flying into the air, papers scattering around her.

“Aah! I am so sorry!” she scrambled to her hands and knees as she began to gather up her fallen designs. “I’m so clumsy. Please pardon me. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I-” Her apologetic ramblings were cut off when a hand covered her own, stilling her frantic movements.

“It’s okay,” a soothing voice calmly murmured above her downcast head. “There’s no harm done. Don’t get so worked up. Your sound is so chaotic right now, try to calm down.”

Marinette looked at the hand covering her own. It was masculine and strong, with black polish painting his nails and when she slowly withdrew her hand from under his, she could feel the subtle scrape of calluses on his fingertips.

Taking a deep breath, Marinette closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. And immediately began to panic once again when she realized that SHE WAS GOING TO BE LATE!!! “Thank you for your help! Once again, I’m sorry for almost tackling you while you were walking down the sidewalk, minding your own business. I really have to go. Bye!” She gathered up the rest of her drawings and rushed off, not even glancing back at the boy crouched on the sidewalk stunned by the whirlwind that had just about knocked him off his feet.

Standing back up, he adjusted the guitar resting behind his back and was about to continue on his way when he noticed a piece of paper under his boot. Leaning down to pick it up, he gasped when he saw what was on it. It was – in a word – glorious.

He gazed at the drawing with his heartbeat echoing in his ears, creating a deep baseline for the melody he suddenly heard flowing through his soul. The design he stared at was of a punk rock style outfit. It showcased a male wearing studded and ripped black jeans, untied black combat boots, and a white screen printed tee. But the focal point of the entire design was the absolutely beautiful leather jacket that the designer had made separate sketches of to emphasize the details: teal plaid lining, black lace inserts, studded cuffs and chains hanging from the shoulders. It was a work of art that had the guitarist in awe.

Did that girl draw this? He wondered. He clenched the paper in his fist as he quickly turned and tried to run after her. Reaching the end of the block, he looked up and down the street trying to find out where she had run off to. But she was gone without a trace. With a sigh, he once again looked at her design. Narrowing his eyes just a bit, he noticed in the bottom corner, three small letters, the only clue to the mystery designer’s identity. MDC.

Smiling softly to himself, he folded the paper he held and stuck it into the back pocket of his jeans. I have to find that girl. I have to find her and get her permission to make that outfit for me. She doesn’t know it yet, but she made that jacket for me. And if I have to, I’ll just have to convince her that it’s already mine.

Chapter 02

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #lukanette #mlvalentines2k20 #miraculous fanfic #lukanette february #lukanette fic

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darkangeldesignstudio · 3 years

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Wind Beneath My Wings (Preview)

Boku no Hero Academia

OFC! Astra Kaida x Hawks (Keigo Takami)

I hope you all enjoy this little preview for Wind Beneath my Wings or WBMW as I’ll most likely be referring to it...

This fic is the first installment of a series of BNHA fan fictions that I have been working on for the past few months. It is far from finished and probably will not have another update for another few months, but I had this written out and thought, since Imbolc took place today and it is a celebration of new beginnings, I would release this to you all in the hopes that you will join me on this journey I have been investing most of my time into for these past months. This is a series far from anything else I have ever written and shared on Tumblr, and I'm not just talking about the writing concepts of it all. I’m even drawing original art and character concepts for this series and its brought me a lot of joy during my time in quarantine, so I hope my story will bring you all some enjoyment as well...(btw this preview is unbeta’d so cut me some slack as I’m sure there are multiple errors lol)...

PS...full story will be posted on my Ao3 and links will be included in my master list in my bio <3

PSS...HUGE thanks to @gogo-karasuno for acting as my sounding board and my biggest fan over these last couple of months and to @sexykitty96 for being an amazing Beta (even though I didn't send this to her before I posted it lol) also to my friends on discord who have been giving me lots of advice and encouragement. I love and appreciate you all so much.

Happy reading, my friends.

---------December, year 21XX---------

Seven thousand three hundred and sixty-two kilometers of endless sky stretched out before her, the deep blue of the Pacific lay far below, hidden by clouds of white. The seven hour, thirty minute flight from Van Nuys to Tokyo Haneda Airport was a long and quiet one, leaving too much time to let the mind wander to places better left behind. The few other passengers aboard the G650 kept to their respective seats, much to our young heroine’s dismay.

Of all the times for people to avoid being a bother. She sighed, reaching into her carry-on and pulling out her favorite set of bulky, vintage-style headphones. Swiftly covering her ears with the cushioned ear pieces, she connected them to the bluetooth of her cellphone and hit shuffle.

As the melodic sounds of a piano filled her ears, she leaned into the sill of the window, finally allowing the memories to surface.

She had a kind and cheerful voice.

“Hi there. The name’s Hailstorme, but you can call me Hail. Looks like we will be roommates from now on. I hope we can get along.”

Astra wasn’t sure what caused her to acknowledge this stranger at her door. Where she would normally brush them off as just another ‘candidate’ — a pawn to be swiftly used and thrown away like the others who came before — on this occasion, something told her to look up.

She couldn’t have stopped the gasp from escaping her lips, it was as if the girl’s soul was reaching out to her. Whether it was the harsh contrast of her summery voice and chocolate skin to the bitter cold of her blue eyes and snow-white hair. Or the fact that she currently wore a bright sunflower-yellow shirt and shorts while radiating an aura so cold, Astra could see her breath on the air.

She stood from the bed, tossing her manga haphazardly onto the comforter and walked the few feet to her door. Smiling her first, genuinely bright smile in what felt like years, Astra reached out to take the girl’s hand in her own.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hail. I’m Astra.”

The cold of the room dissipated, allowing the warmth to rush back in with Hail’s own bright smile.

If only I’d have known how much I stood to lose after that day. Maybe things would have turned out a bit differently.

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kirathehyrulian · 5 years

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♥• Obsession: Dark Desires Art Master Post•♥

Please do not repost or alter. At the very least, please give me credit.

Spn Eldritch Bang | Author | Illustrator | Fic- Ao3 | LJ

Title: Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 17,321 Pairings: unrelated Dean/Sam, Fic Warnings: Gore/Violence, dark!Dean, bottom!Sam, top!Dean

Summary: Sam and Dean have always been close. Their fathers had gone on many hunts together, so the boys had grown up around each other. When Sam goes to Stanford, Dean stays behind to hunt on his own. But when Dean can't stand being away from Sam any longer, he goes to see Sam at Stanford. And what he finds sends him into a downward spiral no one could have been prepared for.

Art Warnings!!!: (The Rest of the art below this cut are depictions of major fic spoilers and some gore. Please, only click the “Keep Reading” link if you are mentally prepared and have already read the fic.)

Artist Commentary: (scroll down some more if you just want the art)

I struggled a lot with coming up with what I wanted to do for this fic. My author gave me a free rein to do whatever scenes and styles inspired me. They only asked for obsessed!Dean, innocent!Sam, and concerned fathers Bobby and John.

I chose not to focus on John or Bobby. I threw the idea around for a bit, but I’m not really adept at drawing them so I didn’t want to obsess, hah, about how it doesn’t look like them enough. So, all the art is mostly about Sam and Dean.

Again, I wanted this story’s art to be creepy. I wanted most of it to come off unsettling. So I looked at horror games. “Dreaming Mary” was the first one I looked at. It was a cutesy, very disturbing and triggering game. It had two-faced characters, warped reality, chibis, and some silhouettes. I figured it was a good direction to go in.

But, then when I started sketching out silhouette ideas, my friend ended up saying it reminded her of “Fran Bow”’s cut scenes. I’m not really a fan of Fran Bow. It was too random for me, but I probably did subconsciously draw inspiration from that game too. And, I decided to visit that game some more. So I combined the thoughts that I got from both games.

At first, I was thinking about black and white silhouettes with a black and white film feel. But, I already did black and white in suffocation. I wanted these illustrations and style to be different because it’s an entirely different story. So, red is the new white.

I did the title card first. I drew inspiration from old turner classic movie intros before you see the main feature film with the spotlight and text font and placement. I made a bunch of hearts that stare at you to convey obsession. I drew skulls to showcase death and to be creepy. The patterns I made were supposed to be unsettling. I completed the rest of the illustrations in this order, scene: 1, 4, 2, 5, 6, 3. And, all the scenes are supposed to be the world through Dean’s twisted lens.

Scene 1: they’re in an alleyway with Sam yelling. I tried to make him look young here, to convey innocence. Light is coming from the back of Sam to show that the alleyway is vaguely dark.

Scene 2: Lol. I tried. It ended up looking goofy and oddly enduring to me. I love my drooling boy. He’s not drooling, he’s bleeding. Lee here has lost his hands, has a broken jaw, and is getting his eyes poked in with Dean’s thumbs.

Scene 3: Dean is happy to finally get close and personal with Sam. I tried to make Sam look innocently at Dean in shock, and Dean more sultry, whatever. There is a wall behind Sam. The arm that is caressing Sam’s hair is a different shade of red to make it stand out so it doesn’t get lost in their combined silhouette and that it looks like it’s further in the background. The light here is so you don’t get to distracted by all the empty space to the left. And, it's because of my sleep-deprived mind, but when I stare at the area around their noses for long enough they look like they are moving towards each other.

Scene 4: I was really excited about drawing this idea. So, this is Dean’s reality finally breaking down. To him in the roadhouse, these are all the monsters trying to take Sam away from Dean. John, Bobby, and Victor from left to right. The monster designs were me trying to connect the title heart faces to how Dean sees everyone that’s not Sam. In everyone else’s reality, Sam’s pissed at Dean. It is the Sam that jabbed Dean in the side, watched his fiance get killed, got kidnapped, know about Lee getting killed, probably had dubious sex with unrelated Dean, and so on. So, while the silhouette Sam is gasping, or yelling in innocent concern, reality Sam is less innocent and more pissed. Lol, Real-Sam's frown might be too exaggerated to be taken seriously....sigh.

Scene 5: I was actually very proud of how real-Dean turned out here, I doubt I’ll ever get it that good again in this style. I tried to make Real-Dean rougher and more disturbed looking, and like he will gut everyone not-Sam. The shiny glass looking thing behind Dean is a swot member arresting Dean. The arms are Dean’s view of the swot members. They don’t get real bodies because they are not important in Dean’s view here andIgotlazy.

Scene 6: Remember when I said earlier when I don’t think I’d get it that good again. Well, I didn’t. It’s not bad, but this Dean didn’t come out as good, which really bummed me out. It’s good enough, but not what I wished it could be. Dean the stalker is stalking Sam here. I’m happy with my car (even though I can’t draw a steering wheel to save my life) and fuzzy background though, and I normally hate cars and backgrounds. Bad Dean for not wearing his seat belt though. Do not emulate, kids.

Overall, I’m happy or okay with what I did here depending on what we’re pointing out.

Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

Musical Inspiration (Things that I listened to this time to get in the mood to draw, but not meant as an accompaniment to the fic):

I listened to a lot of the same stuff for this project as I did for “Suffocation” but here are some ones that I didn’t list before | Dark Piano - Waiting for Sunrise | Little Nightmares OST "A Feeling for Meat" | Dark Piano - Witch | HANNIBAL OST MEDLEY | Emotional Music - A Nostalgic Dream |

#spneldritchbang #wincest #dean/sam #sam/dean #sam winchester/dean winchester #unrelated wincest #sam winchester appreciation #dean winchester appreciation #myart #spn event #2019 #tagging for the squeamish #cw: gore #eldritch moods #spn art #spn fic #fic spoilers

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muthaz-rapapa · 5 years

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Precure Store (Tokyo)

Alright, I’ve got 30 minutes till the gym opens and two hours till ep 38 airs on TV. Not sure if I’ll even be able to watch it (gotta go have breakfast, then hair appointment, then a wedding) so might post about it tomorrow before heading out to Skytree.

Anyways, I’ll be quite busy so here’s my brief feedback on my visit to the Precure Store located in Tokyo.

It is small.

From what I’ve read, the Osaka one is quite bigger but I’m not visiting Osaka this time so I’ll save that for my next trip.

And if you’ve read anyone else’s comments about this store, then you’ll likely know that most of the merchandise they’re selling is that of the currently airing season.

That said, it’d be best not to ask me for directions (I royally suck at that) as I’ve also spent a long time trying to find it (it’s B1 level below Kitchen Street where all these other character goods stores are) and probably drove my mother to near insanity since she was so tired and hungry from walking through Ueno Park all day and had to follow me here from the Pokemon Center.

But I can tell you the train lines that you can take are the Ginza line to Nihombashi station (the one I took) or the Marunouchi line to Tokyo station, which takes you straight there actually.

There’s also the Tozai line and the JR line that passes through the huge terminal located inside the building but I’m not familiar with those.

K, moving along.

I don’t know if they rotate the character stands on a daily basis or what but when I went yesterday, Lala was the one to greet me and I haven’t felt this vindicated in a long time. Best Girl of StarPre!

...second only to Prunce, lol

Next, obviously since it’s a small store, you won’t see any mini shopping carts but the bins they have are super cute. Ordinary but cute...and of course, pink.

I don’t like it when they take different promo art from every All Stars movie there is to bunch them all together like this but it didn’t annoy me as much when I saw all the girls smiling up at me, so happy to see me purchasing their goods~

Speaking of All Stars, there are a few items of those but they’re mostly mochi mascots and plush keychains that occupy just one shelf.

Now for StarPre, you got the usual kiddie toys and cloths that take up most of the right side of the store walking in so I didn’t hang around there for too long.

On the left side is where the stuff that would generally appeal to older collectors (like badges, clear files, etc) are located.

To my dismay, there isn’t enough variety of Halloween goods but again, small store. Also, seasonal goods = limited so oh well.

And to my further disappointment, it appears Elena/Soleil is not as popular in Japan as the rest of her teammates?

Or at least not as loved that people would want to buy her goods?

Because there was quite a lot of her just hanging around while the other Star girls seemed close to running out of stock.

Hikaru’s a given, she’s the lead Pink Cure. Lala is supremely likable and Madoka is the archetype Japanese audiences tend to favor especially so no surprise there.

There weren’t a lot of Yuni items either but I chalk that up to her being a latecomer Cure than anything.

So yea...I suppose I can guess at the reasons why Soleil is at the bottom of the popularity poll but nah, not today.

Mmkay, so these are the stuff I bought.

It’s not a haul (everything here is friggin’ expensive as hell!) but I’m satisfied with my purchase.

I got a little something from every season I loved along with one from StarPre (I do love StarPre immensely. I’m just not in love with it, there’s a difference). Gonna celebrate Halloween with Lala hanging from my bag, dressed in a pumpkin suit. Kyaaa~! She’s so cute! x33

Then some mochi mascot of the MahoGirls, Miracle and Magical in Ruby style which were the only ones available for MahoPre. Sadly, in my rush, I forgot to grab a Mofurun mochi. If they still have her my next time around back, then I’ll pick her up then but I highly doubt those will stay for that long. :(

Tsubomi cosplaying as Chypre keychain because she is my eternal daughter. <3 I wanted to buy Mirai cosplaying as Mofurun, too, but I’ve been spending so much on this trip already and already got the mochi MahoPre anyway so decided not to (also, my mom said she thought Tsubomi was cuter and I was like *GASP* “I have more than one daughter, Mom!”). Again, hopefully I can pick her up on my next trip to Japan but there’s no guarantee she’ll still be in stock.

Finally, two SD keychains of my fave girls from Go!Pri. I was hesitating to buy them cuz I wasn’t really that drawn to these (I really wanted vinyl stands of them in Halloween get-up (which the staff printed from the CurePuz game I guess? and stuck to their cashier registers) though not sure if those exist) but my desire to buy something Go!Pri related won out...

...only for me to remember right after I paid that I already own S.H. Figuarts for Twinkle and Scarlet (d’oh!) so I might be selling these in the future.

But yea, very happy with my stuffs, hehe~ 8D

#alright gotta hit the gym now #precure store #star twinkle precure #precure all stars #merchandise

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taetae-tea · 6 years

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The One (Part II)

Part I <- Part II –> Part III

Genre: Hybrid!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, slight smut

Paring: TaehyungXreader

Word-count: 5K

Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, forcing, animalistic feelings, panic-attacks, teasing, chasing, indication of mating, dominance

Summary: You’ve never liked the idea of hybrids, since it’s straight up abuse from a owner to a hybrid, they aren’t treated like humans. But what happens when your boss gave you a hybrid as a gift?

A/N: y’all, we’re on 1100 followers?? Where are you people coming from? Well, welcome to the family anyways lol xD. btw, should I add smut the next part? Or is it rushed idk.

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‘If you talk back to me, you will be punished. If you refuse to give me what I want, you will be punished. So watch what you do little kitten.’ The woman whispered into the hybrid’s ear, hissing every word out while she has a tight grip onto his jaw. He closes his eyes, scared till death that she will maybe hurt him if he accidentally makes a sound. He doesn’t know why she suddenly became so edgy, he hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary. He hadn’t broken anything in the house, he hadn’t complained. Nothing, literally nothing. But still, she was mad at him.

’Say it.’

‘Yes m’am.’ He says with a shaky voice. He now could feel the tears coming up and this time, he isn’t able to hold back. He just wants to cry, even in his little room for that matter. He doesn’t want to be close to her, but does he have a choice? No, not at all. If he doesn’t obey her, she will eventually send him back to the factory, where he got created. From there, they would give him therapy, everything to change him and to send him to another person.

‘Good kitten. now, go and lay on the bed and open your legs as far as you can manage. I will get the whip, because you need to be punished.’

You wake up to the annoying and familiar tune denoting through your room, making you awoke in an instant. You let out a groan, turning to your side to turn off the alarm clock on your little night-stand. You rested your hand on your head for a little second as you look at the time, noticing it’s already 10 am in the morning. There is no stress though, since it’s the time of the holidays. You’re free for at least 2 weeks.

Your plans were to take some rest these 2 weeks, but things have changed and that was only when yesterday evening your boss gave you a little ‘gift’. Your headache began to grow by thinking of the whole situation again. Though yesterday has been just fine with your little guest, you still don’t want to keep him. It’s the best for you. And you’re not only looking at your own feelings, but also at your life-style. A hybrid doesn’t fit into a ‘I get up at 8 and arrive home at 9’ kind of life-style. A hybrid needs care and attention in its life and sadly, you can’t give it to him.

You get up from your bed, head spinning a bit to the fact that you had just woken up. As you walk into the living room, you see Taehyung sitting straight on the couch, just looking out of the window. It looks rather odd. It’s as if he hasn’t done anything else than sitting there, in his pajamas while looking outside. Though, he looks fucking beautiful like this, even in the morning, but you still can’t stop worrying about his odd behavior.

You walk closer to him, making him turn his head as a smile suddenly blasted along his face. He still has that beautiful smile from yesterday, which you really adore about him. His whole face in general is a piece of art, not even one flaw that you could find upon it.

‘You’re an early bird, Taehyung, why don’t we make some breakfast for you?’ You ask, curiously waiting for his response. Though you don’t really know what he’d like to eat, you thought that he might also like pancakes, like you do, so that would be perfect for breakfast. It’s just, you’re so curious of his reaction some times, since he has been living in quite a sad environment, so what would he be comfortable and uncomfortable with?

‘Yea, I’d like that very much maste-… ___, I meant.’ He corrected himself vastly and you just smile at him, hoping that he would get used to the new kind of living vastly. Like you’ve already told him, you’re someone who sees everyone as equals and he needs to understand that term, ‘equal’, because he hasn’t been one ever in his life.

‘Do you want pancakes? If you don’t like it, I can get you something else.’

Taehyung’s smile only grew wider as he furiously nods his head, like he is getting some treat. It makes you smile in response, but deep down it still got you mad. You know you’re gonna kill some bitches if this was his first normal meal in his life.

A few minutes past and you had gotten ready 4 pancakes, 2 per person in this house. You’d had to convince him to sit on a chair, because he didn’t felt like he had as much right as you to sit on one. You had the urge to slap that nonsense out of his head. You can’t imagine someone has this kind of self-perspective. You came to a conclusion that he must’ve been brainwashed when younger, there isn’t any other option.

After some arguing, he finally sat down, still feeling pretty uncomfortable about it. You know you shouldn’t have forced him to sit down already, but you just can’t bear to see him sitting on the ground, eating his food like a fucking pet. He is a human for heaven’s sake, he deserves to sit on a normal chair.

‘How does it taste?’ You ask, smiling as you see him furiously eating his food. He tries to speak through, but only ended up on almost choking himself. You giggle as you vastly got a glass of water for him and he quickly drank it as soon as you placed the glass down on the table. He coughed a few times before replying with ‘It’s very delicious, thanks ___.’ and a big smile noticeable. ‘I’m happy to hear that.’ You responded.

You ate the rest of your food quietly, your mind wandering as you kept questioning about Taehyung’s past. You don’t know if this is the right time to ask him anything, if it’s even allowed. You just want to understand him, why he reacts the way he does on certain things. Once you understand, you might be able to get easier around him.

‘Taehyung?’

He looks up questionable, replying with a quick ‘Yes, ___?’

‘What was your life like in the last house you had to stay in? Like, your last owner?’ You bite your lip as you gazed at him. He stopped eating and placed down his cutlery. He looks bothered, his tail suddenly sweeping around as he looks down at his lap. You cock your head to the side, analyzing every little movement he makes. His fluffy ears are twitching too and you begin to think that you maybe shouldn’t have asked him that question, he really looks uncomfortable.

‘I-It was different from you. Like… I had to take a lot of orders and stuff…’ You can hear the way his voice became shaky and soon realized that he was on verge of crying. Your eyes widen as you heart sank, immediately scolding yourself for asking such a question. You don’t know what to do and you panic slightly. You want to stand up and wrap your arms around him, but you also don’t want to get too attached to this creature. Like yesterday, when he hugged you, you had felt this weird urge to hold him too, to feel him close and you’re just scared for another reaction like that.

‘’I-If you talk back to me, you will be… punished. If you r-refuse to give me what I want, you will be p-punished. So watch what you do little kitten.’, those were her words…’ He had printed those rules into his head like he printed the alfabeth in his head. He had to remember them, he didn’t want to get punished. Punishments were so tiring and scary, most of the times he would cry or have a panic attack after the punishments. He couldn’t say he hated them, he can’t have a opinion in this world. Well, that’s what he has been thought.

It was once different though. First, he was like every other boy. A human. He had a joyful youth, he had lovely parents and lovely friends. It was only until his parents died in a crash and all the money vanished into thin air, that he had no bright future anymore. One day, a guy came up to him and talked him into a deal that would be life-changing. Like a madman, desperate for money, he agreed to the deal. Little did he know, that he would be transformed into a fucking cat.

Oh boy, he had resisted so much. To every owner he had to go, he just hissed and complained. His hate was so great towards the company, but at some point in his life, he just gave up. It had been 2 years already and he got so much therapy that he just let himself brainwash, knowing it’s probably the best option to take. He’d rather just not-know than to feel the pain of losing any identity of himself.

He suddenly feels a tear falling onto his lap and he immediately knew he fucked up. Caught up in his own feelings, he let himself fall on the ground and began to bow for you.

‘Bow for me little kitten! Like the little asian slut that you are.’ those words never failed to run through his mind for a couple times a day

You gasp as he bows in front of you, whispering soft apologies for crying in front of you as he doesn’t dare to look up into your eyes. You just stiffened, shocked by the event that is occurring right now. Your head doesn’t seem to catch up, so confused to why he would literally bow to you in apologizing manners. It took you at least 10 seconds before you stood up in a rush, reaching the same level as he was on and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up and looked for his eyes. His eyes are all buffed up and the tears kept falling down as small cries left his lips. You can literally see the pain, so much pain he had felt along the years, but hadn’t dared to show it.

You pulled him close against your body, arms around his torso as you let his head rest on your shoulder. After a while he also held your body, arms surrounding you and calming down slowly as he shoo-ed away the memories. You began to gently pet his hair and that really helped him, feeling the joyful strokes taking away his worries. You effect him in such a good way.

‘Don’t do that again Taehyung. Never apologize for showing your feelings towards another person. It’s a human thing, like you. You’re human and don’t forget that.’

‘Well damn, why would he do that to you?’

You sigh in response, shrugging as you sip on your hot coco. You look outside through the window as strangers pas the cafe where you’re seated in. You and your friend, Iris, decided on a quick get-together after you’d told her what’s going on right now in your life. You just had to relieve some frustration and Iris is the perfect person for that task. After you’d lulled Taehyung into sleep and he had cried for a long time, you’d gone to a nearby cafe and waited fro Iris to arrive.

‘I have no fucking idea, he things I’m that desperate or something.’ you sigh again, looking back at Iris. She shakes her head in disbelieve, also getting tired of this bullshit. She has the same opinion on the whole ‘hybrid’ thing, finding it also above what can be approved into this world and hearing all the stories you’ve already told about Taehyung, she only gets more irritated.

‘I swear, I’m this close to sue those mother fuckers, along with your weird ass boss.’

You agree with her. When Taehung finally got back to sleep, you began thinking about what he had said. That people really would hurt him like that, demanding things on such a cruel way. So fucked up.

‘I will be going back now, before Taehyung wakes again.’

‘Aren’t you planning on keeping him? He seems way happier in your house than anywhere else.’ She asks, standing up as you do the same. You bite your lower lip, thinking about what she asked. You know he is happy with you, it’s not a secret for you. His eyes has been twinkling the moment you give him affection and it looks like he hasn’t felt such love in years now. But what you also know, there is something different between the both of you. Something that wants you to be closer to him as well and you’re kinda scared of it. Maybe it’s the same kind of attraction all those other owners felt and made them do horrible things to Taehyung. You don’t want him to experience that with you.

‘I better can not. But I’ll try to get him out of this fucked system for sure.’ You say with a nod, planning on keeping your words. You’ve already thought of different alternatives, like bringing him to a shelter, a place where brainwashed hybrids like him can get treatment and have a happy home. You know a place like that exists, you just have to find it. It must be deeply hidden for society, since Hy-tech probably doesn’t want their own creations to be taken away. But, how long it will even take, you will get him save for sure.

‘Sounds like a plan.’ Iris smiles and pays the bill, making your frown. You want to protest, not liking that she is paying for you, but she hushes you. ‘You will pay the next time, don’t worry. You already have too much shit on your head anyways.’. You chuckle as you give her a quick hug before the both of you go your own way.

Iris really is a good friend, she always stays beside you and helps you on these hard days where you’re just lost. It’s also nice that she has the same mind-set as you, like a true friend.

When you arrive at home, the house is again silent and Taehyung is nowhere to be seen yet. You walk up to his room to check on him and as you walk inside, you see the sleeping body of the hybrid. You smile, happy that he’s able to get some rest. He must’ve been awake for a long time, maybe he hasn’t even been able to sleep at all last night. You don’t yet know what he’s been going through, you could only peek through a little hole to understand him, but it was enough for you to know that you have to be careful with him. He is broken, though he doesn’t let you know it.

You look on your watch, seeing that it’s only 1 pm and you still have a whole day ahead. Maybe you could get Taehyung out a little, taking him along your day. You were planning on grocery shopping anyways. Maybe he even wants to have some input in your choice of diner tonight. But for now, you let him sleep, the little trip can wait for a few hours.

You close his door again and walked to your couch to turn on the television, putting on some netflix series you haven’t been able to keep up with, since your job takes a lot of time. Though your job isn’t somewhat important, it still requires a lot of effort in your day, being a secretary at the company. The company itself is pretty big, having a base in many different countries, but having the headquarters at Korea. You are doing work for a department leader, keeping up with his schedule and all that stuff around it. It’s not interesting at all, it tires you out pretty much to be honest, but it pays the bills.

4 hours had past and you’re all caught up in the series that you’ve been watching for the past time. It was not until Taehyung walked into the room, rubbing his eyes and having a small pout, that you got out of your intoxication. He looks dinky like this, pouting and his eyes all puffed up. You gave him a small smile as you stand up yourself, looking at the clock to see it’s already 5 pm.

‘We’re going grocery shopping, well, if you want to come of course.’

He cocks his head to the side before slowly nodding, having to start up his system first since he just woke up. You chuckle as you walk up to him, petting his head for a second as he immediately leans in, a purr leaving his body as his eyes closed. Then you decided that he really loves to be pet. It’s not something to be shocked about, since he is still a cat, well, a lion.

His tail held onto your leg and his body came closer as if you’re some magnet. His arms were quick to get around your waist and to pull you close against his chest, sniffing your scent at your neck as he held you close. You’re somewhat startled by his affection towards you al of a sudden and you could feel some kind of feeling creeping up your body as well, making you dizzy. You want to hold him so close to you as if some animalistic feeling came up into you.

‘___, you smell so nice. My perfect mate…’ He cooed and you almost let out a moan by his words, but was quickly to take a step back with widened eyes. Fuck, what is he doing to you? You’re never someone to be effected by words or actions. How is he able to get you feeling so… different?

‘M-Mate?’ You stutter, genuinely questioning what he meant by that. He himself has to go back down to earth to understand what he just said and he gasped in response. He seems to be lost for words, looking around to avoid eye-contact. He is confused too. He would never say such a thing, not to his owner, not to anyone. But if he has to be completely honest, he does feels some really strong attraction when he comes closer to you and he doesn’t know if it’s just him or a real cause.

’Sorry, I just felt… I don’t know how to explain…’ He tries to find his words, but nothing can get up to him. You let out a breath, letting go of the tension within you and decide on just ignoring what had happened. If it was something that’s really important, it will come eventually. You’ve just met yesterday, so rushing anything out of the ordinary isn’t needed, also talking about the fact that he won’t be staying long at this house. This only made you realize that you have to be quick on finding that shelter, because you’re already close to keep this son of a bitch.

‘Just, put on some clothes.’ You say, gesturing to his room and he just nodded, knowing that this subject better be avoided for now. You both know it, you know something is up. For him, it isn’t really something to worry about, since it’s almost as clear as water, but he simply wants to avoid mating with his own owner. You on the other hand doesn’t understand it fully, you’re a human and you don’t have anything so called ‘animalistic’ in you blood. Well, maybe somewhere deep within you, you know what’s going on. But to you it doesn’t really make any sense right now.

Only 30 minutes later, the both of you were calmly walking back from the grocery store. The store is only 300 meters away from your little house, so walking there has never been a problem. The both of you haven’t spoken a word to each other since that one moment at the apartment. Apart from the little questions as ‘would you like to eat this’, nothing has been said. It’s not an uncomfortable silence thought, you’re just walking beside each other, enjoying the fresh air.

‘I’m sorry.’ Taehyung suddenly spoke. You huff, finding it somewhat ironic that he apologizes for something like this. He has nothing to feel sorry for, he doesn’t do anything intentional. He probably still feels very affected by the littlest of skinship between the both of you and you’re not blaming him for that, never.

‘Don’t be, it’s not your fault.’ You say, smiling at him as you try to comfort him. ‘You were just very effected by my touch, nothing else.’

‘No, it’s not like that ___.’ He says quietly, but with a stern tone. You frown as you wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t say anything else. You bite your lip, now curious to his response. You know there is something, you simply don’t get it. He knows that too, since you’re a human being, you can’t feel certain things. Or maybe you do, but you can’t place it as well as an animal can. It’s logical.

‘Then what is it like?’

It was silent for a few seconds. Taehyung is deciding on wether to tell you or to not tell you. He really goddamn wants to though, he wants to be with you as soon as possible, ever since he realized what has been going on. It’s like that in his world, once he knows you’re his mate, he will chase after you like you’re a pray. But he also knows that he can’t do that with his own owner, you are his leader, not his mate. It goes against the rules of his nature, but how can he ignore something this obvious?

‘Do you really want to know?’ He asks carefully, glancing up into your awaiting eyes. You nod and you’re not lying at all, what is there that you can’t seem to see? You know it must be something with the whole ‘mate’ thing. But what does that include? You don’t really know anything for that matter, you’re not really good informed about hybrids in general, what their animalistic features are including.

‘So, what I’ve been feeling and probably you too… Is what we call ‘finding your mate’.’ He tries to explain, making you more confused. ‘What is a mate?’ You ask. He hesitates again, maybe he shouldn’t tell you, maybe you aren’t ready for the truth. What if you don’t even want him? He knows that he can’t stay away from his mate, but humans surely can if they just ignore their intuition. It’s simple for humans, really.

‘It’s someone who you’re destined to be with. When you touch, you’d feel electrician go through your veins and you would feel very affected by each other. It’s what I feel with you and you also with me.’

‘Why do I feel it? I’m human…’ You’re confused. You once had read somewhere that animals have like a ‘mate’ or something, but you’ve never heard that it’s also with humans. Not human-to-human at least.

‘It must be because I feel it so strong, that it effects your body.’ He now turns back to look in front of him, but you just kept your gaze on his, startled and shocked. If it’s true what he is saying, then you are destined to be with a hybrid. That can’t be, you can’t be partnered up with a half-human-half-animal person. That can’t be…

‘Ah, we’re home.’ Taehyung declares, bringing you back to earth. You fish your keys out of your pocket an opened the door, letting in the hybrid first before you step inside, still having deep thoughts over the whole situation. You don’t know what to think nor do at that moment. What if Taehyung’s right? What if you’re destined to be with each other? Do you have to take him into your house? That’s just impossible, thinking back to your life-style and the amount of money you get. Yes, you earn enough money to spend on yourself, but two people?

‘___… You should know that I won’t stop trying to get closer to you… It’s my nature to do so, so I’m sorry if it might make you uncomfortable.’ He is genuinely sorry for his behavior and he knows what’s about to come once he will really want to get closer to you, to feel you and kiss you and fuck you- no, not yet. You need to get eased into the idea of being together with him first. He can’t make you his when you yourself hasn’t made up your mind yet. Because once you will be his mate, thinks will furiously change. He would be able to smell you, know where you are, know what you feel. Being mated is something really affectional and intimate, something you’re really willing to do.

You again bite on your lip upon hearing his words. You nod your head slowly, trying to understand where he’s coming from. This morning he was still this cute and sad thing, wandering around your house. But now it feels as if you need to stay away as much as possible from him. You can’t grow feelings for this boy, though your body says differently, you need to get your head straight.

‘I’ll make us diner now.’ You declare and he nods, letting you trespass. He clenched his jaw, already feeling the urge to grab you and hold you close to him, but he held himself strong. He walks behind you to the kitchen, wanting to see how you will be preparing his meal. Though he has been almost blind to see anything else but your smell and affection the last few hours, he still very much appreciate the effort you put in stay at your home. Like this morning, he was so caught up in his own shit, that he almost broke himself. It was you who saved him to keep him thinking straight and it was then that he knew that you were something more than just his owner. Only his real mate could comfort him with just a single touch.

The night went on slowly, feeling the constant tension between the both of you. It wasn’t a tension of awkwardness, it was a tension that was unexplainable for you, but knowingly for Taehyung. It’s like a process, finding your mate. First it’s confusion from both of the sides, trying to figure out why you feel so attracted. Then realization, what is mostly even more confusing. Then you’re going to open yourself up to your mate, sending out certain energy which will catch the significant other. It’s not something you do on purpose, it’s something that nature arranges.

Every single movements he takes, every single breath and noise, you are aware of it. It’s as if your senses are on its highest level. You’ve never been so aware of someone else and it’s so strange. He is just sitting on the couch next from you, doing nothing much but it still got you off guard when he moves only a little bit. Taehyung feels the same and he moves on purpose to get you on edge, making you to want him. He knows it’s sinful that he does that to you, his own owner, but you don’t know it’s on purpose, so nothing will go wrong right? By that, once he gets you in his arms, he will be the dominant one in the relationship. It’s how it goes in the animal world, the male is always leading.

You’ve been noticing something like that too, a weird type of feeling flowing through the air. He suddenly gives these leader-vibes, like he suddenly owns this room, though he hasn’t done anything differently.

‘Can I sit next to you like yesterday?’ Taehyung suddenly asked and you just nod without thinking, soon regretting your choice. Because, when he leans up against your body, head on your shoulder and softly purring under his breath, you almost couldn’t stop but to press your thighs close to each other. Your body is literally on fire, this much of an affection he has on you. fuck fuck fuck, ___, keep it together. What in god’s sake is wrong with you?

Suddenly, Taehyung shoots his head up from your shoulder and looks at you with widened eyes. His eyes travel down to your crotch for a split second, making you scared for his reaction. He knows it, he knows that your body is literally graving for his attention right now.

‘___, are you that horny? I have been trying to ignore the smell for a whole hour now, but you’re literally screaming for me aren’t you?’

His voice was very low and you couldn’t do anything but to nod silently, enchanted by his dominant behavior. He has you right where he has been wanting you, he only didn’t though that you would be getting worked up about it so fast. He wants to touch you so bad right now and his body is also graving you, but it’s still too fast. You’re a human, you will end up regretting sleeping with him and will throw him out. That is how humans are after al, throwing away their worries like it’s nothing.

He grabs your waist and pins you down onto the couch, his body between your legs as you see his ears twitch in nervousness, but eyes dark and lustful. His tail is around your leg affectively and his eyes roam over your body, hands rubbing your waist.

‘I’d love to fuck you all night, princess, but we can’t. Because you first need to make up that pretty little mind of yours before I mark you as my own mate.’ He says, hips making small movements against yours to still create a little friction. Your body twitches under his, a loud moan leaving your mouth as the tension breaks between you two.

‘Just wait a little, we’ll get there.’

He gets off with a smirk, leaving you in your state and got to his own room. He wants to get you flustered like that, to manipulate your thoughts. He is going to get you to be his own and nothing will stand in his way.

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fran i dont understand the last art?? is it a noragami au since the weapons are people?? help my dumb ass senpai

It’s !!!! okay anon why would you be dumb just for not knowing a fandom with an anime that finished airing eight years ago and a manga that finished publication four years ago haha it’s called Soul Eater! An incredibly good manga in my opinion, one of the best shounen ever, I would look it up if I were you :D

Anon said:Could you possibly do a Tokoyami and Shouji fusion? I just love your art style with bnha!! It's fine if you don't want to though! ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

I already did!!! :O and thank you so much!!!

Anon said:i love your art, so i looked through all 64 pages of your art tag. cant wait to see more!! ;)

Thank you!!!! °O° though.... the older stuff... we could maybe pretend that never existed ever........ that’d be nice......... lmao

Anon said:followed you the second I finished reading that bakugou analysis

I take you’re of my same opinion on the matter!!! That’s nice to know hahaha

Anon said:You really don't need to respond!! but I thought you might get a laugh at this idea. Denki convinces the squad to do GOTG w/ him for a costume party (A LOT of begging involved... he was obsessed with GOTG at the time) and gets Momo to make their costumes. Katsuki finds out the day of that he assigned him Rocket (assumed he'd be Drax) 😂. (Kami=SL, Mina=Gamora, Sero=Groot, Kiri=Drax). Denki tells him don't worry, all he has to do is be himself to get into character and runs off cackling.

Okay this is adorable hahaha I love it, though I gotta admit I can totally see Bakugou having Rocket as his favorite anyway, he’s exactly the type of character Bakugou might relate to (the “of course I care about the planets and the plants and the animals on those planets!” “and the people!” “...meh” exchange is an incredibly Bakugou thing haha)

Anon said:🌺 Send this to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (｡’▽’｡)♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Anon said: Shoosh pap

.............I should have expected this ask haha

Anon said:you used the tag limit lmao (for the comic doodle about bakugou's temp)

:O I can see all of them, tho! If the last one you can see is “and yet”, then that’s exactly where I meant to stop lol

Anon said:As far as whether Baku gets cold fast or slow; it's not the same because I don't have a sweat related quirk obviously but I run a constant temperature of 105°F or 40.5°C (maybe that's my quirk) and it takes me a long ass time to get cold so maybe it's like that?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks for the info!!!! :O that actually does make sense!

Anon said:I actually do like inko and I think she's a pretty good parent, all things considered-- but I cannot condone the whole "I'm so sorry izuku" thing, simply bc inko is more important to izuku than bakugou. If bakugou says something like "deku, youre worthless", while it is very cruel it definitely 100% will not hurt as much as izukus own mother saying "izuku I'm so sorry that your dreams will never come true". But the good things that she understands her mistake and has apologized to izuku for it.

I mean, yeah! For a long while in the manga I was like, okay, easy to say “oops I was wrong” now that you have actual proofs of the fact you were wrong and you can’t deny the fact that Izuku could make it as a hero since he’s into UA, easy to say “I support you” now that it’s obvious he can make it, using the easy way out much, but I’m always 100% open and supportive of characters that realize their mistakes and change for the better, so even if she had to wait for every condition to be in her favor before she could realize her mistake as long as she got it, that she had finally decided to be a supportive mother I was!!! Super happy for her and about it and ready to like her as much as possible!

And then she had to go and tell Izuku she wasn’t letting him back into UA. Like, don’t get me wrong, I understand the fear for his life she has as a mother - she didn’t have fifteen years like everyone else to get used to the fact that her boy was set on becoming a hero (...since she refused to acknowledge the possibility, even though Izuku was working to become one without a quirk anyway like, she should have been even more worried for his safety before he got the quirk but WHATEVER) so she’s scared for him, and Izuku’s been hurt a lot since starting UA so I get it, but you don’t just pull the “I’m pulling him out of school” card, in front of Izuku’s teacher, mentor AND greatest hero, without ever discussing the thing with Izuku first? Without even asking for his imput on the matter, or giving him an heads up? As if she owns his whole life?

I’m your mother I decide what’s best for you and what you want doesn’t matter at all - that’s.... that’s not growing up and learning, and that’s the literal opposite of being supportive. That’s allowing your son to have fun as long as it’s okay with you, and then going “okay, game’s done, who cares that you finally found a way to reach your goal, a place you belong to and are way happier than I’ve ever seen you before, I don’t like it so you can’t keep going”

I’m sorry, but I really, really can’t like Inko if she keeps on being like that. She’s literally the biggest hindrance on Izuku’s path to a fulfilling, happy life, and I need her to stop being like that before I can actually change my mind about her orz

Anon said:side note re: asshole bakugou and deku's development - the manga's translation is //very liberal// in trying to make it sound more 'western' in regards to how in japanese things are more formal (?) baku's demeanor and language would be considered incredibly rude so the translators try and shift the language for the english reading audience. what's probably considered absolutely reprehensible for english readers only seems that way because of how they've tried to adapt it.

Oh, yeah, that too! As long as you stick to mangastream’s translations they’re a bit more literal, but there’s a lot of things that Bakugou says/does that are just... a localization to give the “rude” feeling. Then again, he is an asshole, so you never know what he actually said and what’s just a liberal interpretation haha

Anon said:I love your art style so much! And all your Bakushima doodles and comics are super wonderful!

Ohhhhhh gods thank you so much !!!!! *O*

Anon said:are kendou's feet backwards?

...anon... my friend... why would I draw Kendou’s feet backwards.........

Anon said:Fran the comic about kiribaku and the balconies is--well, let's just say I have a new headcanon and a new otp.

THAT!!!! Makes me super happy to know!!!! :O I’m glad I could make you like those two a bit more

Anon said:Can I suggest you to draw todokami (todoroki and kaminari) please? It's a really rare pair and I would love to see it in your style but if you don't want to or are uncomfortable doing so I understand ^^ ily keep up the good work

Ahhhhhhhhhh it’s not like I’m uncomfortable with it, I just... don’t understand the ship at all? So finding inspiration to draw it is really hard for me, I wouldn’t even know where to begin! sorryyyyy m(;_;)m

Anon said:Everytime I see u posted I honestly gasp a little and then literally whatever it is just makes me happy and smile and ???? Honestly I'm blessed you're so good and lovely and * throws confetti* I hope you have a lovely day and I just wanted to let you know you bring light into my life

Holy smokes thank you so much??? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ;O; this really really means a lot to me, I’m so glad I can make you smile? Ahhhh mannnn!!!! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

Anon said:the sweet little bakushima comic that u just posted is my favorite ! piece of ! bnha art ! I've ever seen ! so good. so warm. thank u for sharing ur talent and ideas!! sending u love

Your favorite???? Oh my g o d ;O; thank you??? I’m super glad you liked it aaahhhhhhhh

Anon said:Fran I'm w e a k for everything u do... esp soft boys. You kill me with those.

Soft boys are the best and also my very own weakness too so I!!! try!!!! I’m glad you like them too!!!!!!!! (♡´艸`)

Anon said:THANK YOU FOR THE QUALITY KIRIBAKU YOU ARE A BLESSING

THANK YOU FOR LIKING THE STUFF I MAKE, ANON!!!!! °O°

Anon said:KENDOU!! IS SO GOOD!! YOU DRAW HER SO GOOD!!!! ily fran

G O D S thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m!!!! seriously glad I could make her pretty, she’s so beautiful to me!!!!

Anon said:is it possible to have a crush on someone's art ??? bc i sure do have one on yours it's gorgeous

OKAY HOLY SHIT THIS IS IT I’M OFFICIALLY SLAIN THANK YOU I’M RIP

#fran answers #some of these asks have been a week in my inbox #amazing #im sorry im so slow with this #since im fundamentally an introvert #and im also sort of super slow at finding the right words i want to use to answer a question #sometimes it takes me a while to find a moment in which i have the energy to answer to all your lovely asks #BUT I DO APPRECIATE ALL OF THEM #GODS #i feel so bad for letting so much time pass before i answer #SIGH #anonymous

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harmonioussolve · 4 years

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Proper Nice - Chapter 14

(reposting bc I was rushing last night & there were typos LOL)

read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21342046/chapters/56365450

Summary: You're a hospital event coordinator and you meet Arthur after hiring him for a gig. Then, you find out that he's gonna be your neighbor. Then, maybe you guys fall in love, idk. This is my first fic so be kind and enjoy :-)

He chuckled as he stumbled over his words. “I, um. I don’t know. Narrow it down for me, maybe?”

“Okay,” you straightened and crossed your legs. In your peripherals, you saw Arthur’s eyes watching you intently. You weren’t sure if he was aware of his now tighter grip on your hand.

The two of you continued to make comfortable small talk to pass the time in the car. You wished that this car ride could last forever - to skip the stupid gala. You wanted to tell the driver to turn around so that you could just take Arthur home.

“You can smoke in here, by the way - if you want to,” you offered.

“Oh… No thanks.” He nervously ran a hand through his hair.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to seem rude.” He nodded in the direction of our driver, who was hidden by the partition.

“Oh, he doesn’t care, I’m sure.”

“I’m fine. Really.” Arthur said as he pressed his lips into a reassuring fine line. There was an awkward pause - an opportunity for you to speak up. But, when you started, Arthur spoke again.

“How far away is your parents place?” He asked as he looked away from you out his window.

“Not too much further,” you exhaled. You couldn’t do it. You were going to chicken out. Your heart was breaking before you could even start to let the words out.

Arthur craned his neck to get a better view out his window. Past him, the evening sky had darkened under a sheet of charcoal clouds. The sun shined through just slightly, casting a eerie glow on the rolling green hills. You guys were now officially outside of Gotham - not far, but far enough that the view outside of your window looked like another planet. No graffiti, no concrete, no fluffy clouds of pollution. Just lush green for as far as the eye could see with miles of black wooden fencing. Civilization was barely visible here, and where it was, was few and far between.

Arthur didn’t even notice you looking at him. While he was distracted by the view, you had the opportunity to regard him for just a second. His jawline, the way his brows were furrowed and emerald eyes were focused, his hair that fell just right and brushed along the side of his cream colored collar. It wasn’t fair.

He turned to you and his face fell when he noticed you staring. You retracted your hand quickly from his with a gasp, a nervous reaction. His eye darkened.

“What’s wrong?” He said softly.

He knew something was wrong. He could sense it. You warmed your hands back up by rubbing them together as your cheeks burned of embarrassment. Not only was something clearly wrong, but he had definitely caught you staring at him. “Nothing.”

He tugged at his own collar, readjusting it as if it were choking him.

“…Red is your color,” he stated suddenly. Quietly, he added, “and you are so… beautiful.”

Caught off guard, your only response was to blink back at him. His eyes were so tantalizing and green and solemn - you wondered if he realized how unique they were.

The driver pulled into the driveway - small beige pebbles crinkled under the tires and broke the silence. Through the gate, it stretched to the front of the house, where there was a roundabout. You peeked at Arthur out of the corner of your eye and you could see him become restive. The house that you grew up in was beautiful - tall and intimidating - decorated in towering brick with cascading ivy.

The driver stopped the car at the front door, where he shifted it into park and got out of his seat. He opened Arthur’s door, and he paused before stepping out. He took a deep breath and straightened his jacket after standing and extended his hand to yours. You wiped your sweaty palms on your dress before taking his hand. His tension was rubbing off on you.

He leaned in and whispered, “Is this really where you grew up?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed nonchalantly. Maybe if you acted like it was nothing, then it would be nothing.

The two of you stepped into the vast foyer, the clicks of your heels echoing. The short train of your dress swayed behind you as a gust of air from the front door tousled your hair. Arthur lifted a hand to smooth it down for you, his eyes sparkling. You wanted so badly to ask him to leave with you right then and there but, you knew that tonight had to happen - whether you wanted it to or not.

One of the employees offered to take Arthur’s jacket & he politely declined. You looked around and everything was just how you remembered it - beige, glossy marble. Pristine and cold.

You guys started down the hallway into the living area where Sabrina greeted you warmly. She jumped up and down at the sight of you and wrapped her arms around your neck.

The colors of each room were all the same - monochromatic, neutral and, in your opinion, boring. A large sectional cream couch divided the room where a handful of people stood and sipped from champagne flutes. Colorful art pieces on canvases were dotted around the room, each perched on their own easels.

“Finally,” she joked lightheartedly. “And Arthur, you look dashing. Don’t you clean up nicely!”

“Thank you,” he started to say as Sabrina grabbed him by his neck and lowered him to her. She placed a kiss on each of his cheeks as his eyes widened. You giggled at his surprised reaction. Even though she was an acquired taste, you loved how your best friend made an effort to make him feel included.

“Oh! This is my date - Charlie.” Sabrina moved aside so that her date could greet the both of you. You’d never met this guy before. You were sure he was a Tinder match. No judgement. He seemed nice and he dressed appropriately. He was tall and blonde and looked like he was probably his high school’s quarterback.

“A red suit, man… I like it! Very bold,” he stated as he patted Arthur on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you guys grab a glass of champagne?” Sabrina offered. “We have to make the most of this fucking snooze fest - no offense.”

“None taken,” you stated with raised brows. You and Arthur walked over to a credenza at the far end of the sitting room, weaving in and out of people. Each of you grabbed a glass as you raised yours to him.

“To tonight.”

“To tonight,” Arthur repeated, gently clinking his glass to yours. You glimpsed at him slyly above the rim of your champagne flute, your lips quirking upward. The bubbles sizzled down your throat as you stopped yourself from gulping the whole glass out of nervousness.

Arthur leaned in to whisper in your ear. His warm breath brushed your neck and sent a chill down your spine. The sharp scent of aftershave and cologne was tempting. “I, um, wanted to tell you again how amazing you look.”

“Why, thank you,” you said as a flush dusted your cheeks. “You are, certainly, prince charming.”

A rose tint dusted his cheeks as he peered down at you.

You lowered your voice. “I guess we should get the hard part over with.”

“What’s that?” he said as he looked up and took in all of the high ceilings.

“Meeting my parents.” You took his hand and lead him through a short cut. You guided him through the swinging doors of the kitchen where a full staff was scrambling to get the next course ready.

“Do you guys always… have a full kitchen staff?” He questioned as you urged him to keep up with you.

“Erm… no. Just the main three chefs. They live here.”

“They live here?” You ignored his astonishment and pulled him through the next set of swinging doors out of the kitchen. Down the hallway, you could hear your parents talking in the back room. The yellow light seeped into the hallway through the archway to another sitting area. You inhaled deeply & reassuringly rubbed Arthur’s arm.

This was the first hardest thing that you had to do tonight. If I could just get through this, then i’ll be halfway there.

“Darling - finally! I was wondering where you were.” Your mother welcomed you with open arms. She delicately patted your back and kept you a safe distance away from the intricate up do that her hair was styled into. Her Chanel No. 5 perfume singed your nostrils. Your father was at the other end of the room, entertaining a group of guests that you didn’t recognize. His booming, deep laughter drowned out the sound of the music.

“I was just showing my lovely date around,” you said as you stepped aside to introduce Arthur, who was standing timidly behind you.

“You must be Arthur,” your mother said as she grabbed him gingerly by the shoulders and proceeded to kiss both of his cheeks. “I’m so glad you guys came.”

Arthur only nodded in response. Your mother adjusted her beige and brown fur shawl around her shoulders. Her dress was a fluffy, metallic navy blue with a strapless sweetheart neckline. It looked like something that someone would wear to a wedding if they were the mother of the bride.

Or, if you were someone’s rich mom.

She motioned her hand towards a tray of champagne flutes that sat on top of the counter. “Please, help yourselves.”

Arthur chose to hang on to his current glass, which was still half full. You set your now empty flute down on the counter to grab a new one. This was going to be a long night.

“So, Arthur. What do you do for a living?”

Getting right to it, are we?

Arthur shifted nervously. “Um, well… I’m pursuing a career in stand-up comedy. But for now, I work as a party clown.”

Her eyebrows shot up while she was taking a sip from her flute. “Mmmm… a party clown?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Ahh,” she considers, setting her glass down. “Interesting.”

You felt yourself become self conscious of the tone that she had with him. You could sense her being just the tiniest bit condescending and this conversation couldn’t end sooner.

“Isn’t that lovely?” You chimed in and tilted your head at her. “That’s how we met, actually. He goes around to all of the hospitals and makes the children laugh. He loves to spread joy in that way. You should try it sometime.”

Arthur mouth fell slightly agape as he stood quietly beside you. You suddenly found yourself thinking of how different your relationship with your mother was compared to his. He was her caregiver, for God’s sake. He probably wouldn’t dare to speak to her like that, as much as he might want to.

She lifted her chin with an amused smile, ignoring your rebuttal. “How old are you, Arthur?”

Your brows knitted together in shock. What an odd and unnecessary question to ask him at their first meeting. You couldn’t say that you were completely surprised, though. It was your mother, after all - ruthlessly and unabashedly nosy.

“…I’m 32.”

She hummed once again. “Quite the age difference. Have you thought of another career?”

You and Arthur exchanged looks. You wished you could pull one of those flimsy black holes from the old cartoons out of your evening clutch, drop it onto the floor, and jump into it - disappearing and taking Arthur with you.

“No ma’am. I… have always wanted to be a comedian. My mother… she says I was put on this earth to spread laughter -”

Your mother’s eyebrows raised once again. “Oh! That’s a wonderful dream to have, Arthur. But, have you thought of a more… sustainable career?”

“What do you mean, ma’am?”

Is she not going to correct him? She’s just going to let him call her, “ma’am?”

“Well,” she started. “Here are my thoughts-“

Maybe we should start running now.

She delicately swept a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat. “- I want my sweet girl to be taken care of. I need her to be with someone that has a solid career with substantial job security. I’m not sure if being a… performer would provide that - unless, you come from money.” She chortled into her champagne before she devoured the rest in a theatrical gulp.

“Mother, please-“

“I’m just being realistic, darling. Best to get this over with in the beginning, right?”

You scowled at her. She wondered why half of your relationships never lasted and the other half never even met her. She wasn’t a realist - she was relentless. Your heart shattered thinking of how Arthur might be feeling in this moment. You hoped that he wasn't actually taking her words or attitude into consideration. Your mother’s approval was certainly not needed when it came to being with him.

You were just about to pull him away when -

“How else would you be able to afford to live in New York?”

Your heart stopped.

“New York?” Arthur asked faintly. He glanced back and forth between your mother and you. Your throat began to swell. “… Are you leaving?”

You were frozen under his beseeching gaze. The backs of your eyes started to burn with tears that threatened to make themselves known.

“Well, if you two are as serious as you seem to be about each other, wouldn’t you go together?” your mother challenged with knitted brows.

Your jaw clenched as you ground your teeth together. No, no, no. Not like this. I should’ve told him in the car when I had the chance.

“… What? When?” Arthur looked at you desperately. He looked panicked - as if he was waiting for you to tell him that it wasn’t true. But, it was.

“In a month!” your mother exclaimed a little too excitedly. “I’m sorry, I assumed you knew!” She threw her hands up and shrugged her shoulders with a tsk. “I mean, you brought him as your date, darling. You never bring a date.”

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck before looking down at the floor. “I had no idea.”

“I was going to tell you -“

“Oh, my darling has been wanting to live in New York all of her life. We are so proud of her.”

“I’m sure -” Arthur snorted as he clasped a hand over his mouth.

“Arthur…” you whispered, rubbing his back to try to console him.

Suddenly, he doubled over in cackling laughter. He grabbed the edge of the counter to steady himself as your mother jolted in surprise, laying a delicate hand on her chest and gasping. A few of the other guests at the other end of the room turned there heads in your direction.

“I-I’m… sorry. I have… a condition,” he choked out in between gulps of air. His laughter became louder as he wrapped one of his arms around himself.

“Arthur,” you cooed. “Let me explain -“

“I… have to… get some fresh air.”

You tried to extend a pleading hand to his, but his fingers slipped though yours.

When you turned to follow him instead, your mother grabbed your arm, pulling you back to her.

“Sweetie, do you really want to go after him? He can’t take care of you the way that you should be,” she whispered into your ear so that the other guests couldn’t hear. “There’s something wrong with him. You’re wasting your time.”

“How dare you?” You spat as you sternly removed your arm from her grasp. “There is nothing wrong with him and I am not wasting my time - why would you say that?”

You paused as a few of the guests shot concerning glances toward you two.

You could feel your eyes begin to swell and your vision became blurry. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Of course, darling but -“

“Good,” you interjected, holding up a hand. “Say no more. Please.”

She leaned back and squinted at you. “You love him, don’t you?”

Without answering, you turned and left the room. Down the back hallway, a pair of french doors led out to a second story concrete deck. You grabbed a bunch of the front of your dress and held it up off the floor. Between the window panes, you could see Arthur with his back to you, smoking a cigarette. He braced himself by placing his hands on the bannister.

You quietly opened the doors, the evening winter air immediately chilled you. You closed the doors behind you, crossed your arms, and slowly made you way to him.

“Arthur…” your voice, barely above a whisper, cracked. “Please, hear me out.”

#arthur x reader #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x you

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gukiee · 7 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK: 365 Reasons why I LOVE him

Hope you’re ready for this because I’m about to word vomit my love and adoration for Jungkook for 365 bulletpoints straight

first of all what isn’t there to love about him:

his cute soft gentle bunny smile

the way he takes out (specifically the right) earpiece when hes singing

his lower lip mole

HIS SINGING VOICE

like the way his voice can go rly low and raspy but then also really high pitched and whiny and squeaky im literally in love

HIS LAUGHHHHH when he starts laughing so hard he starts clapping and throwing his whole body into it

or how his giggle starts off quiet but then it gets rly high pitched and squeaky

but then he laughs so hard that no sound comes out and it gets rly low and he gasps in between laughs its so cute :(

the way he chooses to use formal language with his hyungs out of respect even when he’s been told multiple times it’s okay to speak comfortably

the way he works so hard at ABSOLUTELY everything he does

like how he wanted to get good at bowling so he went almost every day at 2am DESPITE promotions and a busy schedule and practiced for months to improve

the way he hums in between his words when hes thinking and makes this like? “kahhhehh” sound in between when he’s not sure what to say next

his big brown beautiful eyes and the way they’re so big and sparkly :(

his silly personality when he’s rly comfortable and starts getting absolutely wild and fools around with his friends

the way hes finally starting to open up and become less shy and now has friends outside the group he speaks to regularly

THAT TIME HE WENT TO BURGER KING AND ORGANIZED ALL HIS TRASH WHEN HE WAS DONE

hes just rly? respectful and thoughtful and always puts people before himself

how he worked SO hard on his Begin solo stage and KILLED IT WITH THAT FOOTWORK

speaking of solo stage RAINISM was.... well I think if you follow this blog you know how I feel about rainism but ya... killed it

mmmmmmmm his voice in classroom ideal

and the belt chain

that one time the members pranked him for his birthday and the manager yelled at him for messing up the choreo (which was part of the prank) and said something along the lines of “do you think you’re so perfect you don’t mess up?” and he got rly quiet then when they revealed it was a prank he cried because he thought he was letting everyone down

acts tough and sexy but is really a big softy

cries when his hyungs are struggling

like when taehyung’s grandma died and they spoke about it on stage and he started crying

or when he started crying when they won their daesang because he said he was so overwhelmed with thankfulness and wanted to make us proud

or how he cried during the epilogue tour because he “wants to be our singer forever”

I just rly love how passionate he is and how he rly cares so much about making others happy

always says hes okay even when hes not because he doesn’t want to burden people and want to put them first and not worry them

bought music equipment to get better at making music because he had a hard time with Begin and wanted to practice more

is always practicing SOMETHING to get better at

his thiccccccc thighs oohohohhhhhhh booooyyyyy do I love those thic thighs mmmmfmckkk

the way his body moves when hes on stage

his soft hair :( whether its straight across his forehead, parted, curly, pushed back, straight, wavy idc black brown blond pink highlights red purple it could be any colour and any way and i love it all :(

his big manly hands with those long dainty fingers

HIS DIMPLES!!!!!! WHEN HE SMILES RLY HARD AND HE GETS ONE RLY PROMINENT DIMPLE ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND HIS CHEEKS CRINKLE A LITTLE BIG AND SINK IN SDHFGJK

his scar on his cheek :’)

the scar on his arm by his elbow

his long lashes

the veins.......on his arm..........and hands..........and in his neck lmmmmcmmmfmckkcki 😭😭

the mole on his neck

and cheek

and the beauty mark on his right nostril

his puffy pink lips that are always so soft

that meme dance he does u know the one with the hands and that facial expression

how extra he is it’s one of the things I love so much about him because hes never afraid to be silly

that time literally HOPPED IN THE OCEAN, PULLED OUT A HUGE ASS FISH, THEN WORE IT FOR A TIE SDFJGKHK

his cute lil tongue

that sexy angry expression he gets where he fcking furrows his brows and his eyes get hooded and they his brows crease heavily in the middle and he makes that snarl and his nose crinkles fghdjk

when he laughs and he gets those little creases by his eyes omgfg

how he brushes his teeth when hes nervous

how fidgety he is when he’s been sitting for too long

the way his mouth hangs open when he’s focused and thinking about something

memekook

the way he takes the time to learn english and is constantly asking rapmon if he did it right and practices lots

how on Run!BTS when it was revealed that the spy wouldn’t be able to eat he said “that’s not fair” even though he knew he wasn’t the spy

the way he always sniffles from his rhinitis

how he sleeps with his mouth slightly open

really quiet and sweet vs really loud and goofy

“g2g guys 😂😂😂 lol”

“safety first, safety second, coolness third.”

“we’re all going to end up going to hell anyway”

his love of lamb sewers

his love for army !!! he really does everything in his power to show us he loves and cares about us and gets really emotional when talking about it

how damn strong he is like holy fkcing hell can we talk about how he rolls backwards into a handstand

how he takes the time to cover english songs to help improve his english and give the fans content even though he could be doing something else

how he goes out of his way to be daring and pushes himself

speaking of daring, how fearless he is and how hes really not afraid of many things, like how he has no problem going on roller coasters or bungee jumping n pushes himself to the limits

how when he laughs his eyes and nose do the thing (u know the thing)

his long pretty eye lashes

how dainty his wrists look when he wears thin bracelets

and when he wears rings on his index and pinky fingers

his thin ears with those hoop earrings

H E L I X P I E R C I N G

that one run performance where suga played piano and he solo danced

his fashion style

his love for overwatch

the Dope police uniform goodbye

the fact that he still managed to graduate with special honour awards despite the busy schedule of being an idol

and how he spent a CRAP TON of money on dinner for his hyungs after

his drawing skill

the lil bruises on his legs :((((

how at the american concert he seen people being pushed in the pit and asked rapmon to tell them to stop and was signalling for them to stop pushing

also idk if any of u have noticed this but he has rly nice nails??? like theyre literally perfectly shaped

his appreciation of IU (my queen)

and his love of justin bieber

running around with the flag tied around him like a cape

Iconic fish as a tie (like he for real just WALKED INTO THE OCEAN AND CAUGHT A BIG ASS FISH WITH HIS BARE HANDS)

how he gets really emotional when talking about/to the fans and starts crying

n the way his nose gets red when he cries

that “i’m not sure about that” head tilt he does sometimes

how when hes trying to perfect something he asks a million questions to make sure hes doing it right

and practices DAY N NIGHT

HIS VOICE IN CLASSROOM IDEAL

THE GLOVES IN CLASSROOM IDEAL

how he bought everyone burgers during flower crew (cries over that show bc i cannot believe how dirty they did m boy)

how he was so visibly upset/embarrassed when they were rude to him like i rly cry

the look he gets of pure concentration when hes monitoring himself behind the scenes of a music video,

the way he says chong jojun balsa 😩😩

his strong ass calves ghjkdfgv

his cover of “if you” during masked man n show little n shy he was :((

goes from cute to s*xy to meme all in 2 seconds

how he pauses in between chews n smacks his lips a lot when he does

and when something is really good n he closes his eyes momentarily and does that headshake

the mama performance where he hung suspended in the air despite having hurt himself doing it but was committed to doing a good show

his skin no matter what condition it is

with makeup

without makeup

flawless

with flaws

tanned

pale

and the little bumps he gets when hes rly stressed out

how hes said that hes really shy and is better at expressing feelings over text

his over the top “boy version” of the russian roulette dance

in fact his over the top everything

his big bulging biceps.............

pretty deep ass collar bones

how he plays with his hair when hes nervous

the way his bottom lip puffs out when hes chewing

and how he nods when hes really enjoying something hes eating

nochu come thru

that performance where he took off his jacket n showed off his big ass biceps and effectively destroyed my whole existence

when he was playing with puppies and was giggling all over the place saying “this isn’t for you it’s mine” when it tried getting his coffee

how he was scouted by 8 different entertainment agencies but picked bighit because he thought rapmon was cool

and how he travelled all the way to Seoul from Busan at 14 and was probably HORRIFIED and scared but did it anyways which is extremely brave

and how hes continued to work hard from that day on

his love for the arts like photography

is always interested in learning new things like the drums and guitar and english

that dramatic ass video he made for yoongi’s birthday which was literally just him self promoting himself and making fun of yoongi lmao

how he used to wait until everyone was asleep to shower because he was shy

and how he would go out in the middle of the night to go eat by himself or wait until people were asleep to eat because, again, he was really shy

his spotify playlist and how its full of just soft, calming, gentle, romantic songs

like he has a damn Pocahontas soundtrack song

how sometimes he just ???? shoves things in his mouth??

like? an entire microphone? or a birthday hat? or an entire piece of paper?

more recently a fan??? like a whole handheld fan??

or the time he covered his whole face in sticky notes

or when he was eating during an interview n was so hungry he literally ate the entire wrapper and didn’t realize

that thing he does with his lips where he sucks them in and licks them a bit and his cheeks crease a bit

the way his knuckles and finger tips are always a little more red than the rest of his fingers

how he rubs his eyes when hes sleepy

his long lashes

the way he looks in a tux/dress shirt/tie

okay how he looks in anything tho lets b real lmao

how hes still nervous to sing on stage

how the other members said it took them SO long to get him to sing in front of them because he was super shy

the way he constantly licks his lips

his long thanks to at the end of the albums where he usually needs 2 pages

how he looks when hes observing himself after filming

switch from cute kookie to rude jeon to memekook within 2 seconds

his sensitivity to smells

his love of victorias secret fragrances

and his love of makeup

not afraid to admit those things!!!

his vast collection of white/black plain tshirts

and his timbs which literally look good with EVERYTHING

all his piercings

how he said he was happy people liked his new piercing and wants more but won’t in fears people won’t like it :(((

speaking of which how he stopped wearing his favourite pants because people said they didnt like them

literally does everything for the fans

how he comforted that fan crying during that fansign :((

put his hands in the fans hands!!!

booping their nose!!!!

so interactive with fans!

that one time he was walking alone and seen a group of guys covering Boy in Luv and stayed and even clapped for them

stopped to take pictures with fans when they asked

that time he fell asleep standing up in the middle of the airport and had to be woken up to keep the line moving

always listening to music !

his playlist is so calming and relaxing and honestly he has some of the best music taste ever

that huge ass cameo backpack he always carries around with him

“the golden closet”

that time he hid in the dark during a music video shooting and was the only one not scared

how he gets rly quiet when he isn’t able to do something the way he wants and is scared of disappointing ppl :((

his meme-y twitter videos

his cute ass toes

like he really has some nice ass feet

listen i hate feet but his feet are so clean n pretty n soft looking

and his little nose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when he said he wants to meet someone and hear bells like in Your Name

his love of anime

and webtoons

JUSTIN SEAGALL i cant even believe him sometimes

how he literally always has bruises on him everywhere ???

when the boys were having a snowball fight and he came out with an arm full of snow n just demolished them lmao

during that one run episode where they were at the arcade playing the racing game and he was driving with one hand on the wheel sdgfhjdkf

AND when he was playing that power/hitting game and he hit it so hard he literally hurt himself but tried to play it off

his bareface!!!!!!!!!!! ik i said it before but like!!!! i love it so much!!!!

how he flips his hair and runs his hands through it

that time during BST where his shirt ripped and came undone and he still danced right through it

then he got rly shy and embarrassed after ghdkfgjh omg

the way he looks in baseball caps

yelling “WOOHOOO” “YAAAAAAAHHHHH” while on a rollercoaster like pls hes so cute

“i’m done”

“OH MAN HOLY SHIT” *cue jin choking*

“Hawt sauce”

that handstand flip thing where he flew forward and his hat came off and he yelled after

screamo/rock music thats all im gnna say abt that

THAT FACE HE MADE GOING DOWN THE WATERSLIDE DFGHKFJ

rolex watch like 😪 this fancy guy

when jimin ignored his high five and he pouted like a big sucky

SPEAKING OF WHICH THAT TIME THAT HE PUT HIS HAND OUT FOR JIN TO PASS HIM SOMETHING AND HE GAVE IT TO NAMJOON INSTEAD AND WAS DENIED SO PUT HIS HAND ON TOP OF IT AND PULLED IT BACK INTO HIM

his special individual relationship with each member

like how tae and him have an unnecessarily long handshake

and how he says he likes hoseok’s bed because it smells nice

when he smacked hoseok’s ass SO hard that it echoed through the room

plus how he says he likes to touch the boys butts backstage when hes nervous (????)

master of girl group dances tbh

“He is a very dangerous guy”

how he holds microphones at the very top sdfgkjd

hes admitted to being hot blooded

his low alcohol tolerance

like im convinced he fcked some shit up and thats why they dont really drink as a group anymore

When he was still in school n someone asked him how his test went and he literally laughed

able to fall asleep everywhere?

when he couldn’t eat donuts n he kept smelling them and groaning

the way he rolls his underwear up in a ball when he washes them

laundry expert

like loves laundry???

husband material tbh

literally breaking his phone all the time

like hes always dropping it and smashing it

yet he still doesn’t wear a case on it

like the time he chased one of the members and it smashed onto the ground after falling out of his pocket and he still didn’t stop because he was dedicated

or the time he was just sitting and it literally fell out the back of the chair lmao

During For You performance where he went to sit down and he MISSED

when he was playing with a balloon during a fansign and he hit himself in the face and his hat fell off

“oh my gawd”

“are you guys having fun” “oh my god x100000 followed by dying seal noises″

how awkward he looked during AHL like he knew it was trash

when he did an aggressive flying kiss and almost took hoseok out in the process

how he said if he isn’t working himself to death he isn’t working hard enough :(

how he doesn’t use fabric softener for whatever reason so his clothes are always a lil stiff

the fact that he got his face scar from fighting over the computer with his brother

lowkey emo w/ his screamo/punk music

the way he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek

how he always cleans the bowling ball in between each turn

and the way his posture is so perfect and his leg goes out behind him

how is ears are always a lil red at the top

how he lets the adjuster strap on the back of his baseball caps stick out instead of tucking it into the back of the hat

wants to be a tattoo artist in 10 years???? mmmmm

or own a duck meat shop??

“I’d rather die than live without passion”

“We’re BTS and we’re soooo good!”

the fact that his favourite movies are Your Name and Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

the way he fights bugs

the way he hates bugs except for cool beetles

scared of the microwave blowing up (poor bby omg)

PERFORMANCE KING

like honestly his stage presence?? is unbelievable

his acting (idc what anyone says I think it’s cute)

the fact that he rly.... still laughs at fart jokes lmao

nods when hes talking

the way he makes “hm” sounds n clicks his tongue when hes thinking

how hes nice to people even when they treat him horribly

that thing he does with his hand when hes singing where he kinda sticks out his index n thumb and kinda shakes his hands around to the song and the notes

the way he crossed his fingers as they were announcing the top social artist award

his barefaced selcas

his selcas in general

any picture of him ever

okay just him but thats besides the point

throws his whole body into his laughs

or throws his head back

or nods his head when hes laughing too

that one video where hes pulling jimins hair back and is laughing really hard honestly thats my favourite video every i think but i say that about every video

like he literally fell over thats how hard he was laughing

even his finger nails are beautiful

that one picture during that interview where his hand is hovering over the girls shoulder hdfjgn hes so cute

the way he said “good morning everyone” in that one vlive wow

that photoshoot with the pimp coat shfjkdf

how when hes smiling or laughing really hard he gets a rly toothy grin and his mouth opens a little bit so theres a gap

and how he sucks his lips in and gets those dimples when hes trying to stop laughing or smiling and compose himself

how he looks in all black oooohhh my god

like when he wore the leather jacket n the all black and the jeans with the one rip wow

AIRPORT FASHION

way he covers his nose when he yawns

how when he speaks from his heart his voice gets softer

never misses an opportunity to be extra

like in the gayos or run bts where he’ll be all quiet but as soon as an opportunity comes he jumps on it

Staff member accounts have mentioned him helping clean/carry things for them without them asking

he never complains despite all the expectations on him

always striving to always better himself

when he was playing darts and he kept getting them in the centre and he was doing flips and throwing them behind him lmao

when he was trying to reenact speed skating and did that weird thing on the ice omg

naruto run.......

how he looked in the spine breaker mv (u know the part im talking abt)

how he looks up when hes thinking and his eyes shift slightly

“What’s poppin?”

how sometimes he has a double eyelid and sometimes he doesnt

the way his lips pucker out a bit when hes talking

how he threw that opening pitch at that baseball game

and the shy little smile he gave after

n how he practiced his posture before hand

and HOW HARD HE THREW IT

how in the 4th anniversary video he gripped his coffee with both hands

and took little sips

n shook it around in his hand :’(

how soft he looks when he wears open zip sweaters n a plain tshirt underneath

okay but when he randomly broke out some beat boxing

how he rubs the back of his neck when hes thinking about what to say or is nervous

or how he rubs the tops of his legs when hes talking to distract himself

that time taehyung was trying the bottle flip challenge and it took him awhile meanwhile guk comes out n does it in minimal tries

during the muster dvd when he just broke that thing over his head like an animal

when he randomly breaks into dance

that weird squeaky voice he makes when hes imitating jimin

the smug look he gets when he does something RUDE

or when hes showing off lmao

when he was jamming out with headphones on and then took it off and it was justin bieber n he looked so proud and excited

or that one video he took of himself with the mask on in the car and he was barefaced and the sun was covering half his face and his hair was blowing in the wind so gently fdghjdrtkfg

when he was imitating taehyung in that fur coat and was being extra as all hell lmao

when he tucks his shirts into his pants ghsjdfgx (i cant remember if I wrote this already)

how he’s helped with the chorus on SO many of their songs

the way his mouth twitches to the side when hes eating and trying to move the food around

the way the bridge of his nose is always a little shinier than the rest of his face

god i really love his nose and how his nostrils flare out a bit

the way he REALLY listens to people when they talk

like really listens he will put his whole body and soul into listening to you

you can physically see it on his face that his expression changes as the person talks showing that hes actively listening

how he nods and makes complete eye contact

and shifts so that hes facing you

hes just always paying attention to everything and puts so much energy into the things hes focusing on

how his leg steps in front of him when he pitches in baseball

because he puts so much force into the throw

how competitive he is

but not enough to be a complete sore loser

and how hes even started not caring about winning as much

and just having fun

how he blinks slowly and puffs his lips out and clenches his jaw a bit when hes sleeping

or the way his eyes delicately flutter shut when hes fighting how tired he is

how he crosses his arms when hes standing idly

or crosses his hands in front of him overlapping each other when hes waiting

how patient he is and how he never pushes people for things

and is delicate with peoples feelings

then there was bon voyage oohohhh boy okay

so when he and jhope were snuggling hardcore

same with him and v

so basically hes rly snuggly and loves cuddling its confirmed

and in the morning when he woke up and moved his head and his hair was literally ALL over the place like a peacock lmfaoo

the look on his face when he was told not to pack all white shirts

and then he looked at his closet and realized its all white lol

that jumpsuit :(

how he was good at surfing???

like good at everything he puts his mind to

how excited he was when he won being able to eat the entire sandwich and not split it

AND HOW HE SET OFF AN ALARM IN IKEA BY GOING OUT THE EMERGENCY EXIT

how he said his heart felt weird after listening to namjoons message and said he was really sad :’(((

how his voice sounds in that new cover

and those quiet hums

and how he takes a big breath before words

yet its still so soft

and you can literally picture him closing his eyes while singing

hes the most hardworking guy in the entire world

and even when hes super busy he STILL makes sure we’re satisfied and puts us before anything

i love how his hair colour has stayed the same through a lot of comebacks

because every comeback its still just as cute

and hes still just as handsome

the way he intertwines his fingers together sometimes

or puts them behind his back when hes talking (maybe I said this already)

his long breaths after a long practice

his dance covers

how he was shy during that vlive with hoseok and said he wasn’t good at freestyling but he still did his best

wow

i just really love every single little thing about him

hes the most wonderful man on the face of the earth

and I appreciate him to absolutely no end

#armiesnet #bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan boys #bangtan #mine

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Take One: Scene One [College Au! Taking an editing course with Christian]

As class came to an end your professor handed back your peer reviewed midterms. You honestly always thought peer reviewed was a fancy way of saying Your professor was too lazy to actually grade it themselves, but there were no complaints on your end. There was no way a classmate would fail you, they probably had the same anxiety.

Everyone was always lenient at peer reviews. Right?

“Alright Kids, remember to go over the discussion board, read the next chapter and start drafting ideas for the final” Professor Seo leaned on her desk, taking off her glasses. “Any questions?”

“Yeah, can I do a makeup midterm?” One of the kids in the back piped up.

She chuckled. “No make ups, but if anyone enters the film festival, that presentation will be used to replace their lowest grade, including a midterm. Next question?”

“Professor Seo, what is this?” you gasped turning over your paper.

“Is there a problem?” she raised a brow.

“A problem? Yeah, you can say that” you pointed at the C on your review paper. You knew for a fact your film was better than a C, especially compared to some of your classmates. You’d always gone that extra mile. There was no reason in hell this should have been a C.

“I was going to go over that after class with you, I did think the review of your short film was a little on the harsher end but, I couldn’t argue with his reasoning's. He had very valid points”

You scoffed “Lack of personality that did nothing to compliment the overal ambiance of the film?” you quoted the notes on the paper.

“The wording wasn’t ideal but after another review, I had to agree with him. Your film was elegant and safe but-”

“Anyone could’ve directed it” Christian turned around to face you from the row in front of you. “A few generic cut scenes to some rivers, and trees blowing in the wind, accompanied by a monologue that would be best suited for some B rated young adult novel that doesn’t even make it to theaters”

“Excuse you?!” you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Says the guy that literally can’t produce something without over saturated lights, and some basic trap filter that looks like a child doodled all over your film.”

“At least I have a style”

“And what’s that? Dark silhouettes, fog machines and excessive filters?”

“And your style is what? Slowmo street shots, coffee shops, and disconnected monologues? I felt like I was watchin the rejected footage of the next Amazon teen series.”

“I’m sorry and what’s the purpose of you using a steadicam if you’re literally going to throw these shaky ass, Blair Witch Project filters on all of your footage? It looks like your cameraman had a seizure”

“I’m sorry just how many times did you need to have the same tree shots looped in the video?”

“About as many times as you needed to have a black and white video and a random eye color edit, that looked like a cheesey effect from an early 2000’s music video.”

“Who do you even think you are?!”

“Your new editing partner” Professor Seo interjected with a smile. “You two are going to work together and edit your midterms into a collaborative project for the film festival.”

“Excuse me?!” you couldn’t help but give your professor a dumbfounded look.

“I’d rather we not” Christian groaned, raking his hand through his hair.

She raised her hands in the air “Hey you guys signed the syllabus, even though I did leave a note in there that said subject to change in regards to film festival participation”

“Fine” you huffed “Looks like I’ll need the film festival grade to replace this C” you said just loud enough to make sure Christian heard you.

“If you don’t like the C, don’t do C-grade material.”

“I wanna push him in front of a truck.” you crossed your arms over your chest, mumbling to yourself.

Your friend Dahye laughed to herself rubbing your back. “Down girl… Seriously, is this some sort of foreplay with you two?”

“I’m seriously gonna run him over.” you grumbled. “A couple times”

After class you found yourself in one of the empty work rooms, sitting on the desk, facing Christian. “I’d rather be home sleeping, but thanks to someone I’ve got to make a video for a festival I’m not prepared for.”

“Oh relax Princess. It’s not like we’re aiming for first place.” he took a puff of his vape.

“You’re not aiming for first place. I’m trying to get an A” you sighed looking at your notebook, trying to find at least one salvageable idea. You coughed shooing away the smoke. “And can you not do that indoors? Why do you always have to be such a fuck boy?”

“You love it” he chuckled placing both his arms on either side of your thighs, brushing up against your dress.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you removed his hand from your thigh.

“You still mad at me Babe?” he pouted, kissing the side of your mouth.

“Don’t kiss me Barom. You gave me a C you asshole.” you playfully shoved his chest away.

“Woah Barom?” he scoffed “What are you my mother?” he laughed. You only ever used his birth name when you were pissed. He placed his hand over his chest, feigning hurt. “Oh come on, I’m the asshole? You compared my film to an early 2000 music video without a steadicam” he laughed. “Also over edited and saturated? I felt like you were just sitting on that one, waiting to use it”

“You compared mine to a rejected young adult movie!”

“Damn right I did. You’re really gonna argue that that was one of your better videos? I’ve seen you do better producing in your sleep.”

“Ouch Christian. I worked really hard on that film.”

“But it’s not to your usual standard. If I let you get away with half-assing something, I’ll never see the beautiful things you make when you actually try.”

You sighed, refusing to admit that he was right. Honestly, your thoughts on your work were lukewarm. You didn’t think it was C worthy, you just knew it wasn’t an A. You had a concept and kind of lost it halfway through. You couldn’t help but toss together an ending with some exposition.“I just...have writer's blocks...”

“Bullshit. You don’t have writer's block.” he set down his vape and tilted your chin to look down at him “You’re just afraid to put out something that other people don’t like. But here’s the thing Babe, it’s not about other people. All that matters is you like it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“That’s art.” he smirked pecking your lips. “Trust me, and just got with your gut. I’m giving you creative control on this one.” he smiled “I concede and you’re the director.”

“You hate giving up the director’s seat.” you sighed playing with the hair on his nape.

“But I love you more…” his voice was gentle as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’m here for you... I’ve seen your better work and you have an incredible instinct.” Seeing you relax and lean into his touch he smiled. “Besides you need this project wayyyyyy more than me” he chuckled “I got an A on my midterm.”

“I fucking hate you” you hit his chest, pouting. “I got a C because of you”

“It really is because I know you could do better” You’d met Christian over the summer during a visual editing course. There were only a handful of people willing to spend their summer taking a four-hour course two times a week and Christian was the one who caught your attention. His style drew you in, despite his striking difference in overall appreciated aesthetic.

One study date led to another. Soon enough both of you realized that studying was the furthest thing from your mind and fell into a rhythm of sorts. Dating naturally followed. Despite being together you were both very serious about your projects, opting to separate business and pleasure.

You’d given him feedback before on his work but never any sort of constructive criticism so being forced to work together under these conditions were pretty stressful. “It’s gonna be fine” Christian chuckled, smoothing down the furrow between your brows. “You need to relax to get the creative juices pumpin.”

“I’m not gonna drink before working.” you released a deep sigh.

“Luckily for you, I had another idea….” he smirked, laying you back on the desk, pulling you into a kiss. His lips molding over yours as he grinned against your mouth. “Mmmm...”

“Christian...What if someone comes in?” Your hand slid down his strong shoulders to his chest, as you took a moment to catch your breath. Your lips still, grazing his as you looked at him with hooded eyes.

“Then let’s give ‘em a show” he smirked, burying his face in your neck as his hands wandered lower, cupping your bottom.

To be continued?

Send help I’m having Christian feels I usually try not to update the same person so close to a previous scenario but I really liked this one x_x If you like and want more from this series, let me know

Also, I’m in no way actually insulting Christian’s actual videos lol I love them, it was just for dialogue sake XD

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