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namazunomegami · 4 months

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Mélange

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

Synopsis: Sometimes humans are not above animals. Sometimes they burn to fulfill the same basic needs and not strive for more in the moment. A full belly, safety, procreation. What happens when all three of them need to be satisfied? Tinged with spice. Under the influence of an unknown substance.

CW: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight somnophilia, feral and animalistic Yuta, he has cannibalistic thoughts, licking, lovebites, scratching, biting, slight pain, handjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader can feel Yuta’s ring during fingering, slight dacryphilia if you squint, implied multiple rounds, porn with feelings, good old unprotected sex + creampie, both Reader and Yuta are ultra possessive in their own toxic way <33

WC: 3.6k

Credits: my dearest @notveryrussian for proofreading this mess and doing a bit of rework on the tenses <33 the cannibalcore pics are from pinterest

Song rec: needles and pins by deftones and gibson girl by ethel cain both give a nice vibe to the fic as we slowly transition from Yuta's POV to Reader's POV

A/N: Can't believe I'm posting my first one shot here 🥹 After so many unsuccessful attempts to wrap up multichaptered fics, at least, this one messy smut got finished. My first ever finished fic 🥹 And the first to get completed in a relatively short time. Yes, a week is a short time for me. And happy holidays to y’all, this is gonna be the last fic in this year so expect only shitposts from me from now on lmao.

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

Minors do not interact or else I'm gonna go apeshit, also a seperate warning for heavy dark content as usual. If there's anything mentioned in the tags that you're not comfortable with, this is not your fic.

Many sorcerers envy the title of special grade. Yuta thinks these people deserve a separate Naraka in Hell. They don’t realize the immense responsibility, they can’t fathom the challenges, the danger of the missions. The threat those curses pose. They only care about the power he carries.

During today’s mission, Yuta realized he’s not entirely an unstoppable force. Even someone like him is weak to certain fighting styles, he can’t counter everything with his wide range of copied techniques. This curse’s grade was well deserved. Whenever the katana slashed deep into it’s skin, a strange kind of gas was emitted from the wounds. Though he eventually exorcised the curse, he did breathe in the weird, sweet-smelling substance. The scent was hard to resist, it felt like the perfect mixture of all his favorite smells, inviting and comforting. However, he trusted his body to withstand the temptation, reinforced to near perfection with cursed energy and the usage of reversed cursed technique.

There was no problem until he finished reporting back to the higher ups and was on the way home. Maybe it was just the fatigue, the late summer heat, the humidity of the night but something made him feel weird. Almost sick. A thin veil of sweat glistened on his skin, his cheeks, ears and upper body were flushed. His chest was heaving, a burning, aching sensation tormented him between his legs, throbbing with a synced rhythm to his heartbeat. All his thoughts narrowed down to one single, inherently primal thing. A need. A hunger.

Shame and confusion swelled inside his chest. How can he lose his composure? How can he want it so badly? If he wasn’t so wired for monogamy, he would have fucked anyone who moved. And with every passing minute the feeling was getting worse. Descending slowly to the brink of madness. Hell, he was close to wheezing and growling like a rabid dog. He already had no patience to find the right key to the door. He could break that shit, he definitely could. He had no idea why, but he could stop himself from doing that. Maybe the insane price to get it fixed.

But the comfort of his home isn’t helping him. He can’t calm down, he can’t unwind. On the contrary, everything intensifies the strange urge in him to act territorial. But it’s only natural when he grew up feeling like he didn’t have anything he could call his own, whether it’s a material possession or a person. Every comprehensible thought vanished from his head. Leaving only the instincts. The need to claim. He immediately goes to the bedroom, not even bothering to have a quick shower or a light meal.

He gazes at your sleeping form, unknowing and peaceful. Innocent and vulnerable like a newborn lamb and he’s… he wouldn’t compare himself to a wolf, he’s a more vicious predator than that, all starved and keen on capturing its prey. Your limbs are thrown in every direction on the mattress, a thin, silk blanket barely concealing your body, but you’re hugging a some of it to your chest. Like you’re missing him, finding solace in the way the material is touching you. The windows are wide open, hoping that the night air can cool you down.

Yuta caught himself almost drooling at the sight. He can’t stop himself, he can’t fight the shameless thoughts plaguing him. The need, the want is stronger than what he deems right in the moment. His steps are quiet, that part of the floor that normally creaks is now completely silent. He looms over you, like a sinful, ungodly spirit, your very own kanashibari that’s bound to you. His weight is pressing down on the mattress ever so slightly, caging your form between his arms. He breathes in the smell of your freshly showered skin. A mixture of heady vanilla, milk and honey. He mindlessly licks a stripe up your thigh, wanting to taste you, to bite you, to tear out a big chunk of your flesh with his teeth to satisfy this torturous hunger he feels for you. More than anything he wants to devour you. Completely. Have you all for himself. The thought alone makes his dick so hard it’s outright painful.

He ascends towards your hips, leaving soft yet wet kisses that make you twitch in your sleep. Yuta swears that he’s more sensitive to all stimuli, his senses are working at their maximum capacity. He’s able to feel every morsel, every particle of you. The soft peach fuzz, the bumps, the ridges of your stretch marks, their pearl-like glistening texture flowing on the surface of your skin like a river. The material of your shorts, loose and thin, he can feel the seams on the band of your underwear through the fabric. Where the bones bend, where flesh folds. Your smell. Not just from the shower gel and the laundry detergent but your natural scent, so strong he believes it’s some kind of weird pheromone that’s driving him wild. To the point he almost considers nudging his nose between your legs, just like dogs do when they smell blood there.

Maybe it’s not entirely wrong to claim you this way. He can spare you from this more primal side of him, you won’t get to see it and despise him for it. It’s enough if he deals with the shame alone, self-deprecation is his ultimate talent afterall. But that can wait until after he finished soothing this excruciating itch. Because now the last remnant of his resolve goes out the window.

He pulls up your shirt all the way up to your chest. His shirt to be exact. It makes his heart flutter, a piece of him enveloping you, makes the boundaries between your sense of selves blend and blur. The thought of you using his stuff as your own feels so right, so promising.

He practically glues his face to the expanse of your stomach. The flesh is so soft between his teeth, feels so good to bite on it, so easy to suck on it until the skin turns a deep purple.

And maybe… maybe he can lower his crotch onto your knees. Just a little. Just for a little friction…

You stir, opening your eyes slowly, tiredness and confusion are still heavy on your expression. And then you feel teeth nipping at your stomach, fingers digging into the dips of your hips firmly, some wetness here and there along your leg.

Your first response is fear.

You start to squirm and fuss, kicking your legs up in the air, not even thinking about who’s doing this to you until Yuta grips your shoulders and pushes you back into the sheets, keeping you still by the weight of his own body, shushing you. You can feel his nails penetrating the skin, branding the crescent Moon itself into your flesh.

“It’s me, don’t panic.”

You’d recognize this voice anywhere, but you blinked a few times just to clear your vision. The striking white of his coat is easy to spot, even in the dimly lit darkness of the room.

“Yuta…?”

Your voice is an ode, a blessing. Even when it’s hoarse and faint after waking up. He bends down and kisses your temple, nuzzling into your hairline, breathing in your scent. His body feels oddly warm, almost overly so, radiating through you. Through your spine, to the very center of your being and that’s when you notice that you’re a little bit… hot and bothered. What has he done to you while you were asleep?

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers an apology. But his voice is just… it’s like his mind is not entirely here. Something is hurting him and he’s trying to conceal it. Barely. You can hear his voice is hitched from the deep breath he takes, in a futile affort to calm himself. “Have you been sleeping for long?”

He asks you for the sake of it, there’s no genuine interest behind it. Even if you were sleeping for hours, it wouldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop. He genuinely feels like he’ll die if he can’t get it out of his system. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, listening to the rhythm of life coursing through your veins. The thought of puncturing your jugular with his teeth is so irresistible. He must do it… It’ll drive him insane if he won’t.

“N-not really.” your answer is weak, all your strength is used to move your arm freely, trying to locate your phone on the bedside table. The light coming from the screen almost blinds you as you’re checking the time. “I went to bed about… half an hour ago.”

He dips his fingers right into the hollow dips between your ribs, he kneads the skin in a way that has his nails slightly scratching you. And then you realize that you’re almost entirely topless.

He traps your earlobe with his teeth, sucking on the soft tissue.

“Y-Yuta…” your voice is more reprimanding that you want it to be. But your patience is starting to run thin. You want to know what the fuck is wrong with him, he never did anything like this before. Even if he’s horny as hell he would ask for your permission because that’s the way he is.

Instead of giving you an answer he bites your neck. Hard. It hurts, it makes you yelp. Shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. And he growls, just like a wild animal.

You squirm, you jolt, trying to get away from the source of your pain with a prolonged hiss. Only one hand of his is enough to stop you from fussing while the other fondles your chest. Your nipple is caught between his fingers, he twists it slightly. You can’t see it getting red, hard and swollen. His moves are awkward and tactless, but somehow they help with soothing the sharp pain in your neck. Your tensed body eases up a little.

He kicks the inner side of your knee with his own, creating a little space in between them, then forces your legs apart with one smooth movement. As he tries to settle right under your core, you feel him brushing the apex of your thigh.

He’s so painfully hard.

You’re sure he can read the instinctual reactions of your body. The rush of adrenaline, your pulse, how your heart is almost breaking your ribs with every beat. You’re getting more and more aware of your surroundings because you have no idea what will happen to you. He pins your wrists down on the bed. He doesn’t want you to escape.

What has gotten into him? Where’s your shy and gentle man, your sweet little angel? The one who needs so much guidance, who gets so awkward about his lack of experience compared to you. The one you need to encourage to talk about what he likes since you won’t judge him for it. Well, angels shouldn’t be benevolent and sweet, right? They’re the soldiers of god after all. And the depth of his psyche is still very much a mystery to you…

“I don’t want to hurt you… I just need you.”

He has no control over his own thoughts, everything on his mind gets blabbered out. Not just that he needs you, but that he wants to fuck you (he rarely uses that word so you’re even more baffled), that he wants to eat you up, bite for bite, digest you so nobody else can have you.

It sounds devoted yet utterly terrifying.

“You’re-“

He’s scary. Well, you knew this prior to crawling into his life. What people thought about him, one rumor more unhinged than the other and you have no idea how much truth there was to them. Everyone has some sort of admiration, respect for him or repulsion of him. You just tend to forget sometimes, how malicious his cursed energy feels, how his eyes never reflect the light, looking outright dead. But it’s all so contradictory to his personality… you know that you’re dear to him, he’s willing to risk everything for his friends, he’s so starved for connection, to carve himself a place within people’s hearts. You blamed the whole phenomenon on Rika. And you took pride in yourself, for taming a monster.

“I feel so…” he suspires, trying his best to contain himself. “… weird.”

And he’s a kind monster indeed, even now, controlling his impulses as he humps your thigh like a feral dog.

“I don’t know if I’m able to hold back, so I need to know….”

His voice is desperate, almost a plea. He’s afraid of himself too. With the last bit of his sanity, he wants to make sure that it’s alright for you, whatever he has in store for you.

You don’t protest.

His lips crash into yours in a violent, hungry kiss. Your teeth clang together, he shoves his entire tongue in your mouth. He grabs the hem of your shorts, peeling off anything that covers you below the waist. You hear the fabric tear. It’s the same with his own clothes too, in a few blinks of your eyes he’s already stark naked.

He takes your hand, pulls it towards him, you can feel him in your palm. So hot, hard and swollen to the touch. He closes your fingers around him and his hips start moving back and forth, fucking himself into your grip. You smear the precum along his length with your fingertips, squeezing lightly when you feel the base. It has him moaning, breathily, more vocal than he usually is. He’s so sensitive, his pace quickens and his voice is thinner, almost like a whimper.

And he groans. Unexpectedly. It bursts deep from his throat. You feel his cum pooling in your palm. Though you may be surprised, you don’t make a big deal about it. You search for tissues on the bedside table to clean your hand like nothing happened.

“Feelin’ okay?”

Your voice is calming, tender, it warms his heart but the mere sight of his cum on your hand makes the blood rush to his dick again.

You sit up to caress his face. You open your mouth to question him, but he won’t let you start your aftercare routine.

“It’s… not enough.”

He grabs your thigh, hooking your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to your naked core. Your back falls onto the mattress again.

“I’ll take care of you.”

It’s a promise, you’re sure of it.

His fingertips sink into your folds, relief ripples through him when he finds them already wet. He goes all out on you, his thumb circles your clit and two fingers dip in at your entrance, waiting to loosen you up so they can be pushed inside. His nails gently caress your inner thigh, it’s a tickling sensation, goosebumps dot your skin, a sigh dies on your lips. Treating it as a sign, his fingers start stretching your walls. They curl and curl inside you to the point of the cold band of his ring touching your folds, your essence soiling the stainless metal. The symbol of the haunting spirit of his first love. Childish love that it is, unserious, all just a game. The promises… the word forever holds no weight. Or maybe it does but they have no idea how hard it is to maintain those vows.

Can you ever compare to Rika in his eyes? Have the same effect over him? You don’t dare to talk about it just yet. No, the nature of your relationship is not the same. Childhood love is not like adult love, you just want some reassurance. You want to feel important.

And your reassurance is soaking that wretched finger with your juices. Make that wretched ring yours. He spreads his fingers inside you, scissoring you apart, eagerly working to prepare you. You’re holding onto the sheets and the pillows desperately, your body feels so volatile you might as well float away.

When he pulls out you feel hollow, incomplete. But he won’t keep you waiting long. The head of his cock feels like salvation. Scorching hot and wet with the mixed arousal. And he completes you with one smooth thrust. You’re whole, fulfilled, a merged existence worth suffering over. He’s throbbing deep within your walls, pulsating through your nerves. You can’t tell if the noise coming out of him is a moan, a whine, or a growl, you only know that it’s bordering on bestial. Filled with need, an ache, coupled with something beyond your comprehension.

He drills into you, there’s so much strength and resilience in him, it almost makes you scared. But something else also swells inside your chest. An unknown kind of excitement, a thrill, it makes you feverish, wired. The dissonance between his absolutely feral state and the fact that he’d never hurt you. Or maybe he would, in a way that you’d like it. Nobody could bite through your throat with such force that your windpipe breaks, only him, him and no one else.

He holds you at the back of your pelvic bone, lifts you up in an utterly perfect angle. You mewl him that it feels so good, so perfect, so raw. You love this feeling so much. You get completely lost and immersed in it.

“…it?”

His voice is faint yet his broken self-worth shines through it. Poor soul… You didn’t pay attention to his most important desire. He’s a parasite living off of your kind words, but nothing can make him as blissful as knowing you love him, despite everything he despises about himself. And you’ll feed him. Prove it to him that he matters more than the things he does to you.

“Oh Yuta, my sweet…” the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you open your arms and he crashes into your embrace like a lost, lonely puppy. You hug him tightly, brushing through his locks with a free hand. The sweat makes the strands stick together. “Of course I love you, don’t be silly.”

He might as well have been a puppy in his previous life. And now your words eased his guilt about his temporary condition. He gained your forgiveness.

What he does next is much more instinctual. He folds you in half, where your knees bend, is pressed right against his traps, your heels graze the middle of his back. Now his thrusts have weight, uncovering spots that even you had no idea that existed inside of you. Tears of joy prickle in your eyes, calling upon whatever deity’s name you can think of, off the top of your head. You can swear his pace increases at the sight. It’s so intense a broken cry erupts from your throat.

He thrusts right into a sweet spot, which has you melting and trembling. Please is the only word your lips can form. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together or the squelching noises that make the whole act sloppy, shameless and primal, you only want to reach your peak, and you’re not far from it as you’re clenching around him with a rhythm that you have no control over.

It crashes, it ruptures, sudden, sharp and hot like an electric spark. A scream empties your lungs, but Yuta muffles it with sealing his mouth onto yours. You feel yourself getting filled as you’re convulsing around his length.

After he fucks you through your orgasm you feel yourself shaking, your whole body is limp, numb, drifting slowly to sleep. You’re both soaked in sweat, your bodies stick together but there’s a need to bond further in each other’s embrace. You plant a kiss between his locks, praising him, telling him you love him. Satisfaction clouds your mind, like a soft, pillowy pink mist.

However, his cock is still not soft.

“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” you tell him, marveling, as you’re still catching on your breath. “I like it though, but you owe me an explanation.”

He handles you gently, like you’re some precious thing, made from glass, fragile. Your body is like a ragdoll’s, he has you lying on your stomach, lazily, flatly, you might as well fuse together with the mattress. Calloused fingers are drawing nonfigurative shapes on your shoulder blades.

“I’ll tell you right after we finish.”

Your blood runs cold for a moment.

“Again? Yuta, for the love of god I’m exhausted.” you whine.

He apologetically kisses your spine.

“Just this one, okay? Please? I’ll do all the work, I’ll make it quick. You only need to relax, you can sleep even.”

You want to tell him that sounds a little bit creepy, but you don’t have the strength to talk. He kisses the two shallow dimples right above your tailbone. His gaze lingers on your folds, admiring how red and swollen you are.

“If you manage to make me cum again, you deserve a fucking award.” you comment, face nuzzled into the pillow, your voice is obviously snarky.

You can feel teeth sinking into the flesh of your asscheek. The mark that is burning on your neck found it’s pair. He presses down your overly sensitive clit with his thumb, balancing the pain out with pleasure. But it gets overstimulated so easily, you feel the need to bite the pillow.

You brace yourself with a deep breath through your nose. You’re going to pay him back next time, you promise yourself that you’ll make a begging, crying mess out of him, and the thought makes you chuckle.

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empresskylo · 11 months

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soap: *bursts into the room, starts panicking* ghost: you: ghost: what happened? soap: no one died you: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER–

gaz: have you heard the joke about the gaslighter? soap: no... gaz: no, you definitely have. soap: no I haven't. gaz: you've literally heard it before. soap: no i haVEN'T gaz: yes you have soap: I DON'T KNOW IT?!? gaz: you're crazy, man. ghost: *hiding his smirk* you: *giggling beside ghost*

soap: I just fell– you: from heaven? soap: no, like I literally just fell– you: in love with me? soap: my fucKING ARM IS BROKEN you: okay, but do you think i'm pretty? be honest.

you: i sleep with a dagger under my pillow. gaz: weak. I sleep with a gun. ghost: you're both pathetic. you: oh?? and what do you sleep with? ghost: soap. you: *spits out drink*

you: what are you, 5? konig [snorts]: yeah, 5 heads taller than you. you: konig: konig: I'm sorry, please don't kill me.

you [on the phone]: uh... price? price [tired]: is the base on fire? you: well...no? price: then it's not an emergency price: *hangs up* gaz: WHAT DID HE SAY? you: he said it's not an emergency. soap [pinned under a cabinet that ghost and alejandro are trying to get off him]: HOW IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY

ghost: i invited you into the woods because I crave the most dangerous game. you and soap [both nodding]: knife monopoly. ghost: i was actually going to hunt you for sport but now i'm interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is.

ghost: *is carrying all the groceries* you: *holds out a hand to help* ghost: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold your hand*

you: can you keep a secret? ghost: do you know anything about my life? you: no, i do not. good point.

[you and ghost texting] you: where are you? ghost: turn around ghost: no the other way ghost: wrong way again you: ghost, where exactly are you?? ghost: at base, but the thought of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.

soap: go big or go home! you [tears in your eyes]: i am begging you, soap. for once in your life, go home. please. just this once. go home. ghost: *nods in agreement* soap: i'm going big!

soap: hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? you: peonies, why? soap: you: were you going to get me flowers? soap: you: soap: it's a possibility...

you: why are you smiling? price: what? can't I just be happy? soap: gaz tripped and fell in the parking lot.

ghost: i wish i could block people in real life. you: restraining order. soap: murder. gaz: jesus fucking chr–

you: so you don't have a thing for anyone at the moment? soap: well... i didn't say that. you: oh. what's she like then? soap: you're just gonna assume they're a 'she'? you: are they– you: are they not a girl? soap: *gay panic*

ghost: i made tea. you: i don't want tea. ghost: i didn't make tea for you. this is my tea. you: then why are you telling me? ghost: it's a conversation starter. soap [looking between you two, confused] you: that's not really a conversation starter. ghost: oh, it isn't? we're conversing, aren't we? checkmate. you [scoffing]: well it's a lousy one then. ghost: never said it wasn't. you: *looking at soap* soap: *looking at you*

price: what does 'take out' mean? alejandro: food. gaz: dating. soap: murder. you: it can mean all three if you're not a coward. ghost: soap: gaz: price: you: what?

ghost: look, i know you think my judgment is clouded because i like soap a little bit. you [holding ghost's notepad]: you doodled your wedding invitations. ghost: no, that's our joint tombstone. you: oh, right, my mistake.

konig: hello, welcome to our first debrief. konig: today we're talking about... you [whispering]: building loyalty. konig: killing royalty. you [under your breath]: oh my god.

ghost: i am a very bad person. very very bad person. i am a horrible person. soap: you: gaz: ghost: "no you're not, ghost! we still love you, ghost!"

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bella-rose29 · 4 months

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 4

Christmas Eve, and the day of the party.

once again I maintain the idea that lockwood has his tea as a Cameron special (for absolutely no reason, they've just merged into one being in my mind)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: swearing, family members being mean, lockwood never put his pyjamas back on, I should mention now that they're 18 for plot and ethical reasons, mentions of body image issues, innuendos?

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(image credit to @sxnflowersa_tv on pinterest)

When Y/n woke up the next morning, her first thought was that she was cold.

Her second was that she was in a double bed and not her usual tiny single in Portland Row, and the third was panic at seeing her boss shirtless.

Lockwood's blanket had slipped at some point in the night, and so when she sat up and stretched she was met with the sight of him sleeping soundly in the armchair, his pyjamas folded neatly on the small table next to him. How he wasn't freezing to death she wasn't sure, but then Lockwood had never made sense to her. One minute he was all smiles and charm and then the next he was saying something completely opposite into her ear, and she was left to figure out which version was the real Lockwood.

Today would be difficult, and they had to come to some sort of understanding if they were going to survive the hell that they would soon be entering.

Lockwood didn't look comfortable at all, with his neck at an odd angle and his legs curled up underneath him (he was bound to get pins and needles when he woke up), and Y/n felt the smallest pang of pity before a knock sounded on the bedroom door.

"Are you two awake?" Her mother questioned, likely wanting to know if they wanted tea. Y/n clambered out of bed and leaned against the door.

"Uh, I am," she whispered. "Lock- Anthony's still asleep."

"Right, well do you think he'll want a cup of tea? I'm heading down to make a pot now."

"Oh, yeah. He has it weird though, with sugar and honey."

"I'll pop those on the tray, then, and he can put in what he wants."

"Thanks Mum." She heard her mother shuffle and head down the stairs, knees clicking as she went, and turned back to look at her fake boyfriend. "Fuck," she said, a horrible realisation dawning on her. Lockwood couldn't be in the armchair when her mother brought in the tea, or she'd wonder if they'd had an argument. Walking over, she gave his arm a quick prod.

No response.

She tried again, harder this time, and when he stirred a little she cheered internally. "Lockwood?" she whisper-shouted, giving him a proper shove.

"What? What is it?" He was bolt upright almost immediately, scanning for any signs of danger and reaching for Y/n. "Is everything alright?"

"Uh... yes," she said slowly. "Mum's making tea, and when she brings it in you can't be in the chair or she'll have questions." She stared down at his hand where it was grabbing her pyjama top (an old oversized t-shirt), his knuckles white. "You... you can let go of me now, Lockwood."

"Oh. Right." He retracted his hand, but not before letting it hover in the space between them for a few seconds. He stood up, the blanket falling, and Y/n immediately turned around.

"Why are you naked?!"

"I am not! I got hot in the night so I took my pyjamas off! I still have my pants on, thank you very much!"

"Well put your pyjamas back on!" she shrieked, pressing her hands over her face (despite still having her back to him) and desperately hoping she could delete the image from her brain. She had thought he'd only taken his top off, but since he wore matching pyjamas the pile of clothes on the table had looked like one thing, not two. She could hear him hopping around while he attempted to quickly pull his trousers on, and after a minute or so he cleared his throat.

"Alright, I'm dressed." Y/n turned around slowly, scared that he was joking, and sighed in relief when she realised that he wasn't. "Such a drama queen," he muttered under his breath, clearly not wanting her to hear as he looked to his left with a red face.

"I am not a drama queen, Lockwood. If anybody is the drama queen it's you. Now get in the bed." She pointed at it, glare on her face.

"If you wanted me to sleep with you you could have let me do that last night," he smirked, and she threw a decorative pillow at him.

"Just get in the bed, Lockwood." She went to grab a second pillow when he wriggled his eyebrows at her, and he quickly stopped and pulled back the covers. When he was finally settled she climbed in next to him.

"Y/n."

"What?"

"You should probably come a bit closer." He wasn't wrong, since they were as far away from each other as they could get, but she stubbornly refused to cosy up to him when she didn't need to just yet.

"Hang on." She'd spotted the blanket still crumpled on the floor, and hurried to pick it up just as she heard her mother coming up the stairs. Chucking it over the armchair she rushed back to the bed, pulling the duvet over her just as the door opened.

"Fuck's sake, come here," Lockwood whispered, harshly tugging on her arm and then wrapping his arm around her waist. "Ah, good morning, Emma!"

"Morning! Just got some tea for you here," she put the tray down on Y/n's bedside table and paused for a moment as she took in the two of them in the bed. "How did you sleep? Hopefully you feel rested enough for today?"

"Oh I slept beautifully, thank you." Lockwood beamed up at Emma, and Y/n wondered if she knew that his fingers were stroking the skin of her stomach under her top where it had ridden up.

"I'm glad to hear it! Well, I'll leave you to it!" They both smiled until Y/n's mother was out of the room, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind her they shot away from each other.

"I hope we never have to do that again."

"We'll have to do it tomorrow morning, darling."

"Nobody else is here, you don't need to keep calling me that."

"Ah, yes. Sorry, Schmoopie."

"I hate you. I'm going to poison your tea." She was getting the mugs ready now, adding extra honey to one and pouring in the water over the tea bags.

"And I will happily drink it."

A few minutes later (she'd had to let the tea stew for a bit) she poured in the milk and handed over his mug.

"Did you add in the sugar?"

"Yep."

"And the honey?"

"You watched me do it, Lockwood."

"Right, yes. I did." He was quiet for a moment, staring into the contents of his mug. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she replied, mild shock running through her at the sincerity of his gratitude.

They drank their tea in silence.

~~~

"So, just to recap, there are around fifty people coming over today?"

"Yep," Y/n said through a mouthful of cereal. "All extended family members and close family friends and their families. I've been thinking about it, and as much as it pains me to say it I think... ugh," she scowled into her bowl. "I think you're right abo-"

"Ha! Finally! I got you to say it! About what?"

"If you'd let me finish, you would know, idiot."

"Oh, yes. Sorry."

"I think you're right about needing to do a big speech to everyone all in one go about..." she gestured between the two of them vaguely, "us."

"Ah. Yes, it would save a lot of time, wouldn't it?"

"Hm, it would. And then we only have to remember things once really."

"Remind me again what the story was?" They were sat in the kitchen, the only ones up other than Y/n's mother (who was upstairs getting things ready).

"What was 8 months ago?"

"Why 8 months?" Lockwood frowned over his second mug of tea that morning.

"Because that's what I told Steph last night."

"Oh. Uh, April I think? There was that one job we went on in March, just the two of us. We could stick pretty close to the truth then if we used that as a death scare that made you realise that you couldn't possibly live without me."

"Wasn't the story that you realised you were hopelessly in love with me one day and asked me out, but I refused multiple times until eventually I gave in to get you to shut up?"

"Well, yes. But I just think that- morning, Stephanie." His smile was clearly forced, and Y/n realised with a start that she was beginning to be able to tell which of his smiles were real.

"Morning you two. Hopefully you didn't get too frisky last night after that adorable kiss under the mistletoe!"

"No, we-"

"Well, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, Stephanie," Lockwood smirked, and Y/n rolled her eyes at his interruption. Her cousin was lapping it up, and after a few minutes the kitchen was filled with various members of Y/n's family as they all filed in, bleary eyed and reaching for tea and coffee. They would have to figure out their story while they got ready for the party, since they definitely couldn't get details straight with so many people in the room.

"Morning, Squeak," her brother Will murmured as he sat on a stool next to her at the counter. Y/n scoffed at the nickname, but there was nothing resentful behind it. "Sleep alright?"

"Yeah, did you?" He nodded in response as he started shovelling mouthfuls of cereal in, the bowl nearly spilling over with the amount of food in it.

"Lover boy didn't give you too much grief last night, did he?"

"No, he was alright."

"Hey, if you need a break at any point today come and find me, yeah? I'll fend off any inquisitive relatives."

"Thanks, Will." He was only a couple of years older than her, being the third youngest of her brothers, but Will liked to act as though he was the oldest of all of the L/n siblings. In fairness Tom was eleven and Sam and John who were thirty and twenty-eight respectively were rarely home or in contact with her, and she didn't have as much of a bond with them. Olivia was a year younger than Y/n, but since they had shared a room growing up they had fought consistently over the years about completely irrelevant things and barely talked outside of gatherings.

"Anytime. I think me and the boys were gonna take your lover boy away at some point to give him the proper talk, so if you can't find any of us later that'll be why."

"Please stop calling him 'lover boy', Will," she grimaced, not noticing Lockwood come up behind her.

"But I am your lover boy, darling." She whipped her head around to see Lockwood leaning against the counter next to her with a soft smile.

Weird. She'd thought he would be smirking instead.

Will snorted, then tipped his bowl up to drink the last of the milk. "You two," he said after he'd finished, "are quite possibly the most sickening thing I have ever seen."

~~~

"Is a suit too much, do you think?"

"Maybe leave the tie," Y/n called out from the bathroom where she was getting changed. She had long since pulled on the burgundy dress, but not knowing when Lockwood would be in a state where she could walk out meant that she had spent the last five minutes staring at her reflection in the mirror. She was absolutely certain that multiple people would make comments about her figure, or compare her to Stephanie, or both, and she was dreading leaving the bathroom. Then there would be the comments about her job, and how being an agent was a terrible choice and she should have gone into full-time education instead.

"Y/n? You can come out when you're ready."

She sighed shakily, taking one last look at herself in the mirror above the sink before unlocking the door and stepping out.

Lockwood was in one of his usual suits, pink socks poking out from under his trousers, and he was just sorting out his cuffs when he looked up and froze. When he still didn't say anything Y/n's mind started racing ahead to all the different possibilities.

"I look awful, don't I? I'll get my jeans and jumper and get changed, give me a minute."

"No!" Lockwood shouted, his arms outstretched. He hesitated, then spoke again, and his voice was back to how it sounded when he was being an arse. "No, don't do that, just... you look fine like that and we'll be late if you get changed now."

"Oh. Alright." She frowned, wrapping her arms around her midriff as she inspected Lockwood's outfit. "Wait, don't move," she called out when he went to move. Y/n walked over to him, then reached up to straighten out his collar. It had been sticking up, so she smoothed her hands over it to right it, letting them linger on his chest afterwards. He wasn't moving, and she was quite sure that he wasn't breathing either, and when she looked up at him she realised that she was holding her breath too.

They hadn't been this close since they kissed the night before, and then they'd had an audience.

Now it was just the two of them, alone in the room.

"Y/n?" Lockwood asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Yeah?" Had his face moved closer? Suddenly she could make out the individual colours in his eyes and was able to count the freckles on his cheeks. He licked his lips, tilting his head slightly to brush his nose against hers, and she felt her eyes fluttering closed.

"Are you two nearly ready? Emma needs help getting food and things ready for the guests!" A loud knock accompanied the shrill voice of Y/n's Aunt Linda, and the pair of them sprang apart, clearing their throats and avoiding eye contact. Y/n marched over to the door and wrenched it open, plastering a smile on her warm face.

"We're ready! Anthony? You coming?"

"Yeah, just... I'll be down in a minute, darling. I just need to use the loo." He flashed the two women a smile, then disappeared into the en-suite. Y/n could have killed him for leaving her alone, but maybe that was for the best given what had just happened.

"Come on then," Linda said, and ushered her downstairs.

~~~

Everyone was busy doing something, and everything was in complete chaos.

"Oh, that can go over there. Tom, don't put that in your mouth, please. No, over there, Ben. Tom! Not in your mouth! You're eleven, this shouldn't be difficult! Boys, please stop mucking about and do something useful! Over there- oh for god's sake, give it here!" Y/n's mother snatched a plate of food away from her husband, rushing between the kitchen and the dining room that was through the open double doors off to the side. The whole area would be brimming with guests in less than thirty minutes, and things were still being put out. "Oh, you're here, that's perfect. Where's Anthony? Never mind, no time. Here, you can put this next to the thingy there!" Luckily Y/n had grown up with her mother's distracted way of talking and knew exactly what she meant, taking the opportunity to run away from Linda.

The next ten minutes followed the same pattern of being handed things and told to put them in various spots on the table, and Lockwood was nowhere to be seen for any of it. Y/n was starting to worry that he'd flushed his skinny beanpole of a frame down the toilet.

"Where's your boyfriend, Y/n?" Stephanie asked, sidling up in a stunning silver dress that looked as though it had been painted on her.

"In the toilet. Are you gonna help, Steph?"

"Oh, you're... wearing that again?" she asked, ignoring Y/n's tired request for help. "Didn't you wear that last year? You've put on a bit of weight since then, haven't you!" She let out a laugh, and Y/n brought her arms around her stomach self-consciously for the second time since putting on the dress. Maybe she should have ignored Lockwood and got changed anyway. At least then when people complained about her outfit she'd be more comfortable in her own body. "Well, personally I think you should get it let out a little, Y/n. You do look awfully-"

"Beautiful?" a voice questioned from Y/n's right, and after a second someone else's arms were around her waist, pulling her back against a warm chest. "She does look stunning, doesn't she?"

"Anthony," Y/n breathed when he spun her around to face him, his hands holding hers tightly. He was smiling one of those private smiles reserved for the people he cared about, small and gentle, and her heart jumped in her chest.

"I... I suppose," Stephanie said, sounding confused. It was so typical of her to not think of her cousin as anything other than a way to make herself look better. Y/n barely noticed when her cousin drifted off, or when her brother picked up his camera and took a photo of the two of them framed by the lights that had been draped over the doorframe, since all she could focus on was the feel of her hands being held by Lockwood and the way he was looking at her.

"Aww, aren't they just adorable!" Y/n's grandmother Jean said loudly, catching the attention of everybody nearby. Apparently half of the guests had arrived on time (of course the one time that happened was the time she had to pull off a huge fake dating stunt), because the kitchen and dining room were packed with people. Murmurs of assent travelled around, and Y/n could hear a few people questioning who the tall young man next to her was, and suddenly her heart was plummeting rather than jumping, and she felt sick.

"Hey," Lockwood whispered, still smiling at her. "We can do this, alright? It's only today and most of tomorrow, and then we're back in London. It's really not that long when you think about it."

He needed to stop being nice to her, because it was freaking her out.

One minute he was saying she looked fine and not seeming to care much about what she looked like, and the next he was declaring that she was beautiful and stunning with such sincerity that she couldn't help but think it was real.

"So this is the boyfriend Linda told us about, huh?" one guest asked.

"Um... yes," Y/n replied, moving closer to Lockwood and curling into his side, trying not to look too stiff and petrified when his arm came around her side. "This is Anthony." She gestured up at him, feeling increasingly uncomfortable about the fact that around thirty people all had their eyes on her, and any one of them could work out that this relationship was a farce and completely destroy any good reputation that she had amongst her family.

"How did it all start? Go on, give us the story!" somebody called out.

"Yeah, we all want to know!" exclaimed a different voice. "Y/n/n's never had a boyfriend before!"

Y/n shared a glance with Lockwood, and he opened his mouth to speak.

part 5

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saintslewis · 1 month

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐀: 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem oc; Nadia Hamilton

summary: social media posts from the most recent chapter! <3

warnings: twitter environment, cussing

saint’s team radio 🎀: 2 for the price of 1 😝. did not mean to take so long so here’s a little gift 🫶🏽

pic credit: pinterest and ig!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig

plastic off the sofa: chapter 7

renaissance: the masterlist

Twitter!

Instagram!

nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton versace x dua lipa.

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pinned!

nadiahamilton guys my back tat looks so delicious

loriharvey YOU’RE JOKING? NADIA

nadiahamilton hello 🤭

user and what if this causes my hospitalisation?

dualipa i was so lucky to see this in person

nadiahamilton thank you for such an amazing show!

versace 💗

lilymhe i fainted a couple of times

arianagrande WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST WAKE UP AND LOOK LIKE THIS

nadiahamilton i don’t, i swear 😭

kehlani can your man fight

haileybieber you look like a dream 🥹

user whatever your affirmations were, hand them over!

sza that ass is SITTING

francisca.cgomes i am begging for one chance

alexandrasaintmleux me too omg

user i don’t think you understand what you’ve done now

nataliatheedon you’re actually unreal WHAT

latto777 it’s actually so unfair that he gets you to himself

iamcardib like it’s actually pissing me off rn

amaraonmars this is insanity. do it again

jackharlow oh you was serious

user white boy, what are you talking abt? 🤨

user probably something at the party

user and dare i ask who took the photos….

user there could only be one selfish man who did this

user not you calling him selfish 😭😭😭

lewishamilton had to take a breather

charlottieee we’ll give you your pump, grandpa

fencer THIS IS SO CRAZY???

nataliatheedon CHARLOTTE YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 😭

lewishamilton hi mrs hamilton

nadiahamilton hi 🤭

user they had to remind y’all REAL QUICK

nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton hello monaco! (can we pls focus on how good he looked)

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user publicly thirsting over him, aren’t you embarrassed?

user girl that’s her husband…..

carmenmmundt we need to get together like that soon, it was so much fun!

lilymhe i felt like i was in a chick flick

francisca.cgomes not when you tripped and your ice cream fell ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux kika let’s be nice but YES tinkerbell, i need another girl’s day or else i will combust

user YOUR SHIRT??????

nadiahamilton super cute right?

user it’s so iconic!!!!

user nadia liked and favourited an edit of mine, just wanted to flex 🙏

user now why would you expose that girl’s secret like that (share the edit)

nataliatheedon monaco isn’t a real place, hope that helps!

nadiahamilton if i were you, i’d keep quiet 🫵🏽

nataliatheedon 😧

user i have the slightest feeling that you can cook, can you?

nadiahamilton yes?

user since no one is talking about it, yes he looked so good that day Nadia

nadiahamilton THANK YOU LIKE SOMETHING WAS IN THE AIR THAT DAY

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f1femmepost bumping into nadiahamilton was the highlight of our Monaco Grand Prix weekend! Tell us what your favourite interview moments were!

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user “is this one of those tiny mics?? I LOVE TINY MICS”

user “i promise you, go up to one of these white people and they will give you a paddock pass. i’ve seen it.”

user “sorry i gotta fix my nose ring hold up”

user “there are days where he sounds incredibly british and it’s just so interesting to hear.” “but he is-” “and that’s what makes it better!”

user “these are my ladies, those drivers couldn’t stand a CHANCE!”

user a dog and its owner walk by: “omg look at it, i wanna squeeze that dog.”

user “i won’t hold you, i’m craving a big ass bowl of pasta rn.”

user *sings in the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard*

user “i’ll never stop being a teacher, it’s so much fun.”

user “if you’ve got extremely blue eyes, do not stare at people, it’s so scary. i’m talking about you, pierre gasly.”

user “omg you’re craving cupcakes? let’s go get them!”

user “you like that bag from gucci? let’s go get it.”

user “i love laying on the floor so much.”

f1femmepost because of all these posts, we love Nadia Hamilton so much! 🫶🏽

saint’s notes 🎀: this took so long yoh, hope you enjoyed!

#☆ ‧₊˚ saint’s media pen #saint writes #renaissance: the series #thank you for 750!!! love you all

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Engagement: Joe Burrow

Summary: Y/n has her dream come true after a regular day in her life.

Word count: 640

Sitting at your office scrolling through your calendar to see your upcoming events, to see a mention of a charity football dinner Joe mentioned a couple of weeks ago. As soon as you arrived at your apartment, you saw Joe sitting on your couch.

“Hi, baby. When did you get here?” You asked.

“ 20 minutes ago. How was work?”

“ Same old. Hey, by the way, I remember we have that dinner thing for some charity. We’re going right?”

“ Yeah, go get ready.” Joe said slipping you an iced coffee out of the fridge”

“ Sweetie, it’s so watered down.”

“Just drink it. You’ll need it.” Joe chuckled.

Opting for a tight white knitted dress with a cutout that stopped below your knee paired with gold heels after your shower. As you touched up your eyelashes and added some earrings you felt a nibble at your shoulder with arms wrapped around your waist

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“No need to butter me up, pretty boy.”

“ How do I look?” Joe asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Perfect. Did you want to match with me on purpose? You chuckled at his white polo.

“ I love you. Let’s get going.”

The drive to the beachside restaurant was fairly short. You guys walked into the restaurant hand in hand.

“Hello. Who’s the reservation under?” The hostess greeted.

“ Reservation?” You confusedly whispered to Joe.

“ Hi yes for Joe Burrow” He said in a low tone trying not to attract attention.

“ The wait time is about 15 minutes sir. Would you guys like to visit our private patio while you wait?” The hostess asked.

“Sure.” He said.

“ I love the views here” You said as you leaned your head onto his shoulder. Joe kissed the crown of your head.

“ Ouch. Hidden bobby pin alert.” Joe winced as you pecked his lips as an apology.

“ Look, that's cute. Want to take a picture there?” Pointing to the flower petals formed into a heart on the wooden floorboard.

“ Babe, it must be a proposal. There’s a photographer right there. Look.” You said.

“Come on, they won’t mind.” Joe replied.

“Joe, it’s not a good idea. And why is it a reservation? Where’s the charity people?”

Suddenly Joe grabbed your arm and made you follow him.

“Hey, do you mind taking a picture of us?” Joe asked the photographer.

“Joe let’s go. Stop, this is incredibly childish.” You said.

“Sure man.” The photographer replied.

“He said yes and it’s just one picture.”

Joe snaked his hand around your waist as you forced a smile.“ We both have seriously lost our dignity.” You cursed under your breath. Suddenly you felt joe shift away and drop to a knee.

“ Joey…”

“ (Insert cheesy proposal speech. I’m so sorry.)” Joe said with an enormous smile on his face. You dropped to a squat, tearing up, unable to process what just happened. This was your proposal. He motioned for you to get back up.

“ Yes.” you tried to muster up a pretty face before you started crying.

As Joe slipped on the ring, you put all the pieces together. His family flew in last night for a “quick trip”, your best friend came alongside you to get your nails done this week, and some notification about your Pinterest “ Dream Engagement” board being shared.

Your wrapped your hands around his neck for a deep kiss.

“I love you so much. I had no idea.”

You see a thread of familiar faces flow out the door as you recognized your parents.

You immediately hug them and a few tears start pooling out.

“You guys knew?” You asked your parents.

“ He brought us takeout when he asked me for my blessing to marry my daughter.” Your dad said.

You turned around to smile at Joe who was greeting his parents.

“ We can’t wait for you to be our daughter.” Robin said giving you a tight hug.

#joe burrow #cincinatti bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joeburrow #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow oneshot

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xoxo-sarah · 7 months

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Hi Sarah! First I wanted to say love the theme of your page rn it's so cute!

Secondly I wanted to ask if you could write a Robin Buckley x reader fic where reader is bestfriends with Chrissy and they're arguing about if Robin likes girls or not. (Chrissy thinks so, reader does not.) Chrissys like "bet I'm gonna prove it to you," and readers like "ok whatever." Later that night at the game, Chrissy turns around and winks at Robin, she loses her shit over it! Shes blushing and everything. Reader sees this, and is like wtf did I just witness? After the game, Chrissy and reader are heading to a party and reader is pouting and avoiding eye contact with Chrissy when she asks about it at first readers like I'm fine but when chrissy pushes she says she didn't think chrissy would actually prove it and now she thinks Robin's gonna be in love with Chrissy now, Chrissy has seen Robin look at reader the same way many times so she just laughs and teases Reader about her being jealous. When they get to the party, Chrissy tells reader this is her chance since she knows she likes girls, so reader finds Robin and spends the whole party with her, Robin ends up getting drunk and calls reader her girlfriend, reader panics and decides it's time to go home but she cant leave Robin so Chrissy drops them off at readers house and reader decides to tell Robin how she feels another time.

Sorry i know this request is long so feel free to change it but I saw a pinterest post, and made me think of the first part (everything before the party)! Thank you :)

Maybe another time

↝a/n: thank you! I really enjoyed this theme as well. And thank you for requesting.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝ Warning: partying, underage drinking, alcohol, pinning, jealousy (?), Angst?, Not proofread

↝⎙ 10.9.23

"She doesn't!"

"How do you know?!"

This argument has been going on for 20 minutes now. It was back and forth, one trying to make the other realize and the other being too stubborn. In reality, they were supposed to be rushing to get ready for the game. Both of them have been too busy trying to prove that they were right, that neither of them were fully dressed in the cheerleading uniforms.

"Whatever," Chrissy continued to fix her hair in the bathroom mirror, catching your scolding eyes. The green ribbons make her makeup pop. "So what if she likes girls-which she clearly does- or not? It wouldn't hurt to find out for yourself. Ask her."

"Chrissy, you can't just go up to someone and ask stuff like that. "

She turned, looking at you with a thoughtful look in her eyes, until her lip quirked up, her eyes now holding a mischievous tint.

"Fine, I'll figure it out for you. If I'm wrong, then I'll be the one who looks like a fool."

"What are you going to do?" The school-colored sock slapped against your calf as you let go of it, confused by your best friend.

"You'll see after we win this game."

Without another word, she turned back, poking and prodding at the blush smeared on her cheeks.

"Only if we win." You sighed.

"Fine."

You quickly made your way to her, "Wait, no. It doesn't matter that much, you can't just-"

"I'm going to prove it. Robin Buckley likes girls, specifically you."

"No she doesn't."

"Yes, she does."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yessss." She singsonged.

"Okay, whatever."

Oh, here we go again.

You stared at the scoreboard. As of right now, it was tied. The cheers seemed to of come to a halt as Jason passed the ball to one of his teammates. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. The other teamed tried to guard, but the ball flew through the air, straight into another guy's hands. The guy was quick to throw it at the hoop. It bounced off the backboard, swiveling around the ring, before falling down into the net.

Everyone broke out in cheers. Your fellow cheerleaders raddled their pom-poms, celebrating the winning team.

You turned, seeing Chrissy turn towards the stands. Before you could stop her, he was winking up at Robin.

First, Robin had smiled at Chrissy, seeing that she was looking at her. But as Chrissy winked, Robin gawked, quick looking around her. She shyly pointed at herself, cheeks ablaze in a deep red. Chrissy nodded, watching how it affected the poor girl. As Robin looked down, flushed, Chrissy turned back around, catching your eye. You looked away, eyebrows furrowed.

Chrissy stared at you as you two sat in the back seat of Marci, another cheerleader's car. The car had 3 rows, and you two were pushed to the very back, away from the high-pitched squealing.

"What is it?"

You looked away from the window, blankly looking at her. "What?" You ask.

"What is up with you? You've been quiet the whole ride."

"I'm fine." You just wanted to drop it.

"No, you're not. We won, why aren't you happy?"

"Why did you pull that little stunt?"

She stared at you for a moment. " Are you jealous?"

"No!" You lowered your voice, "No, I'm not jealous. That would be stupid."

It would be stupid. You know what else would be stupid? Robin thinking about that stunt and considering it more than your friend trying to prove a point. What if Robin starts thinking about Chrissy? Of course that would happen.

She nodded, still staring, "Yeah, so stupid." There wasn't a reason for you to be jealous. Not only did Chrissy have a boyfriend, she had seen the way Robin looks at you. Once, she had caught Robin staring at you after you had gotten all dolled up for a different game. Robin had looked at you with such adoration. There was no doubt in Chrissy's mind that Robin was fond of you.

The party wasn't anything special. It was the same as every other celebration. The parents of some kid were out of town, and what else was the kid supposed to do? Be responsible? No, of course not.

Sweat mixed with alcohol and weed wasn't a fun thing to experience.

From your seat on the stairs, your finger followed the ring of the cup that held a plain coke. Chrissy hummed the song that was raddling the house. She looked around, nearly jumping out of her skin as hands reached around her, hauling her down the steps. She giggled as she heard Jason's laugh. He kissed as her neck before acknowledging you.

"Find you know who. Have fun!" Was all she said before he dragged her off into the sea of people.

Sighing, you looked around.

It was easy to find Robin. She stood in the corner, talking to only a few people. You're pretty sure they're also in band.

Honestly, you doubt Robin or her friends would be here if the basketball team didn't just about threaten everyone to be here.

Maybe getting just coke was a bad idea. Liquid courage is what you need as you stand up, dodging people making their way up the stairs. You wiggled your way through the crowd, trying to hype yourself up.

Before you knew it, you stood in front of Robin, posture all weird looking. Her friends noticed you first. They smiled over Robin's shoulder, slightly waving. Robin noticed, turning around. The conversation died as her face dropped a little. "Hey. Y/n, right?"

"Ye-yeah."

Oh God. Let the floor swallow you whole right this instant. This was a bad idea. A terrible one, actually. Why did you even come over here? What were you thinking? This was stupid. You should turn around and walk straight out of the party, maybe even into traffi-

"Wanna go somewhere more quiet? I'm about to lose my hearing." Robin smiled, excusing herself from her friends. She began walking towards the kitchen, where the drinks were. Surprisingly, there were few people in there, and they didn't even seem to acknowledge you two.

Not one of you had said a word, standing in silence, waiting for the other to finally talk. What were you supposed to talk about?

"Did you see the guy's face when he made the shot?"

You thought back to the game, smiling as you remembered how the guy's face screwed up in itself, eyebrows scrunched, eye's squinting, lips pursed, and cheeks reddened from the play. You had to be there to actually see how funny it looked.

"He makes the same face every time."

Robin chuckled, "Yeah. Or when they lose and his whole face gets as red a tomato. The first time I saw it, I thought his head was about to explode."

A laugh was heard near the drinks. The same guy you two were talking about stood, refilling his cup. He chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips. "Who?"

Eyes wide, Robin shrugged. "Don't know his name."

"Sounds like a loser." You had to purse your lips from laughing. His cheeks were already rosy from the alcohol.

As he walked away, Robin slowly turned back around. As soon as you two locked eyes, you lost it. You both doubled over in laughter.

The night carried on for what felt like just a few minutes. You and Robin were chatting away. It was around midnight when people started leaving or falling asleep wherever they pleased. "It's getting late." You stated, not really wanting to leave her and end the conversation that flowed so naturally, but you needed to get home.

Robin took another sip, slurring something you couldn't understand.

Someone bumped into your shoulder, trying to get into the fridge. You dismissed them as they went to apologize.

"Sor-"

"Hey! Watch it! That's my girlfriend, you dick!" You and the random person stared at her outburst. Robin didn't seem phased, sipping away at her cup that was beyond empty. The person shrugged it off. She was just another drunk teenager in the hundreds of others.

You took the cup away from her, throwing it in a random trash bag someone sat down. "What did you just say?"

You put your hand out as she began to fall over, even with the counter being behind her. "What?" She slurred, "my girlfriend?"

"Yeah?"

She didn't answer and started playing with your shirt, finding the fabric fascinating.

You were quick to find Chrissy and tell her you wanted to go. Robin stayed on your arm the whole way. Chrissy got Jason to drop you both off at your house. Robin had complained about going home drunk, and you didn't want her to get yelled at or in trouble.

As you stumbled into your house, you led her towards your room. She looked through your room as you got dressed in the bathroom. As you opened the door, she looked at you, just stared. She continued to stare at you until you moved, grabbing a pillow and blanket off your bed and making a comfortable pallet on the floor.

Robin was quick to get under the blanket and relish in the warmth. "Goodnight, y/n."

You sighed, staring into the wall as you laid on your side, looking away from the bed. "Night, Robin."

Did she mean anything by it? What would sober Robin think of calling you her girlfriend? This isn't fair. Why did feelings have to be so hard.

She would remember it enough tomorrow to not make it even weirder if you ask about it, right? Hopefully. Tomorrow, it'll be the day you ask her about her feelings. Of the next day-or the next. Who knows? Tomorrow, for sure. Or…maybe another time. Any other time but now.

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nart-is-a-monster · 2 months

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This is the process‼️

the actual final thing is here 😺

this fucKing bass

Aaaaaallsooooooo

All this text is made with the tool that transforms your voice and whatever you're saying into text so don't expect this to have sense in too many ways okay?

Okay so this is part of the process that I end up making cuz there was a bunch of trial and error in this process because whenever I was doing like the front the front the front and the thing I was getting a little bit confused cuz I was having too many ideas at once and it didn't work out as you think it will but at the end I end up like merging some of those ideas into one and end up looking pretty good that this is the stupidest sketch of how it was looking at the beginning in the terms of the title and stuff

Now the bass that instrument took so long to get it right cuz listen I end up studying technical draw in architecture and if I see something that doesn't have the right perspective I'm killing myself

So of course I was going to get into technical details with creating or drawing the bass

And also in the first parts you can kind of see how it was at the beginning like the colors and stuff trial and error yada yada yada

And I end up making some color arrangements cuz I want this to be bright and stuff and I didn't want this to be pale or look a little bit weird I wanted to have the right contrast

And also talking about contrast you can see the pictures in black and white that's because I wanted to get rid of the contrast and I didn't want something to not pop up right using the wrong colors so that's why there's black and white pictures yes

And also as I know that @aziraphalesbookkeeper favorite color is green cuz I asked that in the ask box I end up placing a bunch of green and several places in the complete piece or the complete render

And also yes the thing that Google was wearing it was going to have some pins with like some flags or whatever and that didn't make up to the end because I was tired and I was lazy and I didn't want to do more things in the jacket

In for the boots I end up searching on Pinterest several things regarding I don't know ehhh Punk boots or something like that and at the end of the day I end up just getting in genshin to look at my wriottesley and admire or have a treaty view of some boots that are similar to the things that I wanted to draw

And also talking about the boots yeah there is not that many things on the boots and I end up getting lazy and tired of drawing details on the boots but it wasn't worth it at the end of the day

And also in the part of Hugo's pants I was thinking into creating like this patches that punk pants end up having with some band names or something embroidered into them cuz that looks cool and I think it matches his personality in some sort of way and I kind of did that it doesn't look that much in contrast with they're saying something his pants but they're there and that's what it matters

I tried okay I tried

Also another little detail in the part of the front I was just searching for several inspiration on rock or metal covers for albums and stuff and I didn't find much of inspiration into that but then I look into some posters and stuff like that and that was just a boost of inspiration and that's why the fronts in the thing end up going from whatever you see on that thing that has like pngs of a scrap of papers and something is already in some kind of text of a chat cuz I remember that in the story both of them end up talking on chat and stuff

On my head it was looking right but then I put it into the actual canvas and it was looking like shit to me so that idea was a scratched and he didn't make it up to the end hehe

And I think that settled it and that's it basically for all maybe I will read all this shit later and find out something that I missed but that's it

#rambling rambles of rambling #creative process #???????#don't expect much from disposed in terms of grammar and sense overall #Nick is probably my accent is too thick for this tool that transfers words talking words into writing words #okay it seems that yes my accent is too thick sometimes #hey if you see a word that doesn't have any kind of sense in whatever I was saying?writing?#dont quote me on that #vat7k #varigo

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good-griief · 11 months

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just a lil blurb ab simp!ellie doing her gfs hair — i was imagining a poc!reader so take that as u will lolol

“Okay, baby, I think I know what I’m doing.”

For weeks, Ellie had been scrolling through pinterest and youtube, watching video after video of how to twist and braid hair.

It started after one specific day, where you practically threw your comb across the room in frustration. She wanted to be of some help, so she offered to comb and do your hair for you once she got you to stop your upset as massaged your achey arms.

“Just show me once, I can totally get it,” she’d said.

Now, you were here.

Three weeks later, which she’d decided to wait until, so she could do it perfect for you.

“Okay, just sit down. I’ll wash and everything,” she said, making you sit in front of your bathroom sink, back to the counter, as she took a comfortable seat on your lap. “Which one today?” She held out options of shampoo and conditioner, which she’d gone out and bought for this occasion, knowing you wanted some new ones anyway.

“You’re a dork,” you laughed as you picked the two sweeter smelling options.

“Yeah I know, but what about leave-in conditioner?” She showed you the options for those, and you picked what would go best with the others. “Okay, I totally got this,” she said, half to herself as she turned on the water.

She grabbed two towels, one to go under your neck and another to dry your hair before she began washing. She washed twice, which was a surprise to you, though a very happy one, before lathering in the conditioner. She grabbed your wide-tooth comb, slowly combing the product through as she took another opportunity to sit on your lap.

Your eyes were shut, enjoying the pampering as you placed your hands on her hips. She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, but quickly got back to work like she’d lose track if she got caught up in that, making you chuckle.

“So focused,” you mumbled, taking a brief moment to look up at your girlfriend as she combed in sections. She shushed you, making you laugh even more.

When she was done combing, she sat back and checked her phone for the time, making you laugh again. “It said leave in for 5-10 minutes,” she said.

“Oh, and you’re timing it exactly?” She hummed, nodding. “Baby, no one does that. You just feel for the time.” She stared at you blankly. She never knew how much time anything would take, nor did she know how much time passed when she did do something. “Come here.” You pulled her forward, planting a slow, teasing kiss on her lips.

That got you exactly what you wanted, Ellie coming back to kiss you again. And again… And again, until you had to pull away from her. She tried to follow, but you put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her phone.

“Seven minutes,” you said. She paused for a moment, frowning and earning a brow raise.

“Oh, right!” She got up, rinsing your hair as you laughed at her and her dazed eyes. She then lifted your head and used the other towel to wrap your hair. “You know, if every time I do your hair, I get to make out with you, then I’d be more than happy to do this, like, everyday.”

You chuckled. “Did sitting on my lap make it better, or…?”

She ignored your teasing, her ears flushing red. “What style do you want?” She asked, grabbing her phone and taking a seat on your lap again to open pinterest and show you the board she created.

Your hands went to her hips again, rubbing gently. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She sent you a glare that made you grin. “Give me something challenging.” She handed over her phone.

“Goodness, Ellie,” you mumbled as you took her phone with a small smile, looking through the endless amount of pins as she got up and turned your chair to face the mirror.

While you looked, she dried your hair and grabbed leave-in conditioner, raking that in with her fingers before she grabbed your detangling brush to rake through as well. She first, of course, parted your hair with a parting comb.

“How about this?” You raised the phone, making her look up.

“I can totally do that!”

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sunandflame · 6 months

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Shards of Glass, Chapter 7

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku, History Teacher on the Kimetsu Academy, is constantly having strange dreams about a Slayer who looks exactly like him. He thinks nothing of it until he recognizes a very specific person from these dreams and feels a very unique connection to her.

Pairing: History Teacher Kyojuro x Teacher Fem!Reader

Trope: Reincarnation / Sequel to Flame and Water (can be stand-alone)

Word Count: 1829

Warning: blood, slightly suggestive

Pinterest Board of Shards of Glass

Crossposted on AO3

editor / beta-reader @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

Masterlist of Shards of Glass

“It’s you.” The history teacher just watched him with wide eyes and was not sure how to react properly.

The smile on his ancestor’s face was brighter than that of the sun. “Oh, I am glad that you know me!” So was his boisterous voice.

“Yes, I keep seeing you in my dreams or rather, the memories of you. That’s at least what I am thinking. You… You died young and as a hero.”

“Young, yes. Hero, I am not sure, but at least I am glad that I could give my life in exchange for each passenger of that train.”

“That is one of the definitions of a heroic death.” The history teacher from the modern world stared right into his eyes. It was like he looked into a mirror of time. “Why am I here? Why do I keep seeing all these things?”

“Because you are my reincarnation and you have to finish something that I couldn't do anymore.”

The fact that he was the reincarnation of him didn't really surprise him, but it was somehow relieving to finally hear about it after all these years and that he was having these dreams with a purpose. “What is it that you couldn’t finish?”

The Rengoku from the past didn't answer him immediately but looked around as if he was looking for someone. “I know that Y/N’s soul is reborn in your time like all my comrades from the Taisho-era. Why don't I feel her presence in your heart? Why is there no connection between you?”

“She is in my heart! But…” Kyojuro was brutally reminded of his heartbreak again and clutched his chest. “... she has a boyfriend. She is not ours nor does her heart belong to us.” It was painful to speak those words out loud.

Suddenly everything became quiet. The red spider lilies that had danced in the wind around them stood still and turned to dust. The sky above them became darker. Everything happened so suddenly.

His counterpart had both eyes closed but opened only one; his anger was clearly visible as the veins popped on his forehead. He stepped up to him, his threatening presence made the history teacher stumble and fall. He pinned him down with the white sheath of his katana to prevent him from getting up. Then he saw that a hole was forming in his abdomen, red leaking from it like spilled paint; he also started bleeding from his mouth and eye. All the blood was dripping onto his white shirt and turning it red. The Kyojuro from the Taisho Era looked down at him and Kyojuro from the modern one could only stare in shock.

“I died too young to fulfill our bond and so did she. It falls now onto you to fulfill it. She is our soulmate. She belongs to us and we belong to her. If you don’t fix this our souls will never find the peace we deserve after giving our lives fighting against these demons.”

He woke up with a loud gasp and looked into the worried eyes of his little brother. “Big brother! Are you okay?!” Senjuro's touch had brought him back to reality. He tried to get up from the dirty floor and realized that he had clutched the white haori onto his chest.

“I-,” he paused and took a deep breath while getting up, “I am okay, Senjuro.”

“Are you sure? You still look a little bit pale and you’re sweating, brother. I was worried when I saw you laying down like this.” Senjuro’s big eyes were glazed from the tears that were threatening to fall.

“Don’t worry.” Kyojuro put the haori back carefully . He ruffled his hair and then decided to pull him into a hug. “Everything is alright. I promise. I finally found what I was searching for.”

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If Kyojuro had gathered one thing from this miraculous meeting with his past self, then it was that he has to fight for Y/N even if it goes against his strong morals. So he decided to confess his love to her on Monday.

He went to school with a purpose this time and looked for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Not for the rest of the day either. It wasn't until school was over that he found her a ways away from the school grounds. Surprised to see her and yet happy, he went straight to her, with the firm conviction that he was confessing his love, but the image that appeared in front of him changed his mind rapidly.

He watched as she nervously took a cigarette out of the pack and tried to light it with shaking hands. She coughed briefly and then she spotted him, only giving him a weak smile that didn't reach her hollowed eyes.

He couldn't return her smile as concern was evident on his face. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

She looked down at the bud of the cigarette and then threw it on the ground. “I don’t, and I don't even know why I bought this pack. I actually hate the smell and taste of cigarettes. It’s just-” She sighed and held herself back, not wanting to annoy him with her problems. “I am alright.”

“You are a bad liar.”

Y/N wasn't expecting this answer and couldn't help but laugh, even if it was quiet. “But probably still better than you.”

"Yes, probably." He offered her a mint gum. “Here, this helps with the bad taste in your mouth and maybe even against the stress.” He watched her silently, while she took it with trembling fingers. “You should know that you can confide in me. We are friends, right?”

He repeated her words from Friday and she noticed. She tried to suppress the tears that welled up, but she couldn't. She wanted to talk about how she had spent the whole weekend arguing with Kenji in the worst possible way. It had been really bad and she shed so many tears after he had left the apartment frustrated and angry - but no sound came out.

Kyojuro watched how she struggled with her words and how her breath started to quicken. Oh no, she was going to have a panic attack. Without a second thought he pulled her into his arms. "It’s okay. I've got you. Don't you worry anymore. Just breathe. Don't forget to breathe." Reassuring and soothing words that were so familiar that she caught a glimpse from an old time. Of a Kyojuro in a different attire who was holding her the same way and soothing away the upcoming panic attack with the same words.

She wanted to stay forever in the warmth of his embrace. It was like his heat was burning away all her worries.

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After making sure she was okay, he headed home. He didn't want to leave her alone, especially since he could only guess why she was feeling so troubled, but he didn't want to make any blind assumptions. And yet, he couldn't stop thinking about her sad face and how much it hurt him to see her like this. The connection he felt to her was there, he sensed it when she was in his embrace. The feeling of familiarity.

‘She is our soulmate.’ Those words were still ringing in his head and he had to get to the bottom of them. Luckily, in addition to the haori, he had also found the diaries from the Taisho era that he took to his apartment.

It felt unreal to read his dreams in someone else's diary from a time gone by. Nevertheless, he continued to go through and read what his ancestor Senjuro, who had the same name as his little brother, wrote about his older brother Kyojuro, whose reincarnation he was. He read everything about his noble death and how he was able to save every single life in that demonic train. About his legacy, his Tsuguko and finally his fiance, Y/N.

He immediately noticed her name and eagerly read on just to see that there were only 1-2 paragraphs about her. How she had fought against the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji, in his haori, with her comrades. How she chose to stay alone after the final battle, since she was not able to get over the death of her master and fiance. And many other things. He continued reading and had to swallow hard at the last sentence about her.

The demon slayer mark took her at age 25 and made her reunite with my brother in heaven.

Kyojuro put the diary away and had troubled feelings. He was proud of what his ancestor did, since it was the right thing to save those people, but he also felt mournful about the tragic end of their romance.

They both died so young so that everyone’s children and grandchildren had a better future. They had sacrificed everything that was dear to them and had to watch their loved ones die. Now his dreams made sense too. The strong feelings that came with it and what they felt for each other. The worry that his own feelings towards Y/N weren't his own was in question. But upon closer inspection it wasn't like that. He was in love with the current Y/N and not the past one, even though they seemed like the same person.

He was aware of this, even as he didn't let her out of his sight for the next few days and kept trying to have a conversation with her to make her laugh or bring up little surprises like chocolate or something else until he couldn't stand it anymore.

It was in the middle of the week when they were alone, having their usual conversation that felt so light to him. Everything with her felt right - like the love he felt for her. That's why it wasn't difficult for him to say the following words.

“I love you, Y/N.”

His gaze was clear. It was finally out and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, but only for a moment, because she looked at him with a desperate look. A look that said ‘please, don't force me into this situation’, but he couldn't help it. She needed to know how he felt about her. Her next words broke his heart again.

“I'm sorry, but I- I can’t… I should not love you back. I already belong to someone else.” She quickly turned around and walked away so he wouldn't see her tears.

Kyojuro stood there for a few minutes to realize what had happened. She had rejected him, but not because she wanted to, but because she was forced since she was already in a relationship. A little hope glimmered in his heart like a little flame.

She was loyal to the bone and fuck if that didn't make him fall in love with her even more.

A/N: This was literally my most favorite chapter to write and finally I can share it with you sweethearts. Also I wanted to share it a bit earlier than usual. As many of you know I always get heavily inspired by wonderful artworks. This chapter is completely inspired by this wonderful piece. Some of you already have seen it on my sideblog @sunnyandflame I will definitely reblog it again.

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 4 months

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Felt the need to come have a wee chat to you in your inbox 🩷 wondered if you had any advice for me as I'm trying to start writing for the avatar fandom here and there? Ive already done a couple of pieces but 🤷 any advice would be greatly appreciated 🙏 also constructive criticism if you happen to take a look at what I've done (tho you absolutely do not have to ofccc) Ty babes have the loveliest day/night

I would say the best thing to do is read other people’s pieces so you have more info for your fic, and then just start writing! Just let everything flow together. And if you get stuck with something I’m always happy to help. Because when I posted my first fic I was anxious asfff but I asked my some of my mutuals to give me advice and proofread it and that’s exactly what they did! So I’m glad you reached out to me of all people like🥹 you’re the sweetest frl🩷🩷

Here are some more of my tips bc I didn’t say a lot in this ⬆️:

- when you read other people’s fics, make sure it’s the same topic as yours (so like smut,fluff, angst)

- try to avoid usin the word “said” or “says”, I usually will look up other words on safari or Pinterest bc they always help me out. But also it’s not the end of the world if you do use them, just don’t make it a habit ofc.

- make sure you put warnings, a summary(if you want), and translation(if you want), but warnings are the most important! Just to make sure people know wtf they ab to read😭

- in your fics make sure to talk about their tails and ears, bc i always do that since i like the visual it gives (especially if you’re writing a smutty story 😩)

- add periods and comas in the right places. And I know that seems obvious but I always forget to do it, even after I’ve proofread 3 times😭

- and adding to this ⬆️ when the character your writing for calls reader a pet name or vise versa, always put a coma before or after the pet name, depending on what your writing. So like: “what’s up, baby?” Or “mama, come here.”

- when you write dialogue, putting an action before the talking is what I like to do best. Idk why but it just flows better for me and I just like it. So for example:

“You brushed the two braids that hung infront of his face behind his ear. Catching his attention quickly as he looked at you with pretty amber eyes filled with confusion, brows furrowed together. “Come on, yawntu, I wanna show you something.” You purr before grabbing his hand and tugging him up, both of you racing to the forest together.”

- don’t forget capitals and punctuation! I do that a lot in my fics, that’s why proofreading is so important.

- adding to this ⬆️ tho, PROOFREADDD!! It’ll save you from embarrassment I promise 😭 I’ll always catch a word I spelled wrong or I’ll add something in or take something out and just fix my fic to my liking. But even if you don’t that’s fine!! People on this side of tumblr are always here to help with little mistakes made in your fics or they’ll just ignore it and fill it in mentally, bc we all know what you’re tryna say.

- also when you’re trying to focus on a character’s emotions, try to describe it with their speech and expressions. Example:

With expressions: “You threw your things down and sat on the bed with a huff. Brows knit tightly together and lips curled up in anger.”

With speech:“Leave me alone, *name*! I don’t wanna talk right now!” You shout at your mate, guilt slowly pooling into your stomach when you see his ears pin to his head, tail swaying behind him sadly. Causing your expression to soften as you walk over to him.”

- use italics,colors, and bold to make the story more interesting and dramatic. (A personal favorite of mine)

Example:

“He picks you up swiftly, saying a quick goodbye to his friends before storming to your shared hut. “You just love making me mad, don’t you, babygirl?” He growls, the anger radiating off of him making you stay silent. “Answer me.” He says sternly as he slaps your thigh. Hard. “Y..yes..” tone barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to pick up on. Making a pleased smirk appear on his face before he opens the flaps to your hut.”

- the most important of all is to have fun!! Don’t overthink anythin and js let everything flow naturally. You got this baby<33

Here are some of the people whose fics I’ve read and learned from! I hope they help you out as much as they did for me🩷: @pandorxxx @pandorxxx @plooto @sweethoneycn @tiredmamaissy @teyamsatan @tallulah477 @tiyawnyana @teymars @hotdsworld @blue-slxt @neteyamssyulang @neteyamswillow @neteyamkink @neteyamsyawntu @atxxokirina @sulieykte @wheneclipsefalls @eyweveng @zafrinaxyz @inlovewithpandora @iseeyou-neteyam

I hope this helped you out! And my dms are open if you need any more help from me<33

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haejjoon · 7 months

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Hiiii

First of all I want to say that I love your art and I really admire it. It has kind of make me want to go back to drawing again. I used to draw a lot a few years ago but I stopped because I became unhappy with my progress. Now I want to go back to making art but I'm insecure about it because I'm worried I'm too old to start again (I'm 19) and whether I'm capable of relearning it properly. Do you have any tips about where to begin to learn art basics (specifically anatomy)? I would appreciate any advice.

Hello!!! Firstly thank you so much for the compliments, it really does mean so much <333

I'm nineteen, too! Of course you can start art again. I've taken a lot of breaks in between my own art, too, and it's only very recently that I started enjoying making art again (after .... like.... a year or two. lord) so I really do understand how you feel. But we're nineteen years young, and have so much time ahead of us to get back on our feet.

In my experience, improving comes quickest when you focus on one very specific skill at a time—and I mean SPECIFIC. Practicing gestures with torsos only, the muscles of the upper arm, skeleton heads in different angles. I've been studying arm anatomy (and only arm anatomy) recently, and I'm already miles ahead of how I used to draw arms in the past.

If you want a specific step by step on how I personally draw anatomy, I don't mind sharing a quick tutorial! But for general advice—form follows gesture, and gesture follows movement. The biggest mistake someone can make while drawing a body is focusing on the accuracy of the muscles/bones before getting the flow of the gesture down.

Even if the anatomy looks a bit wonky with the gesture, it's important that you capture the movement of the pose first, and then build muscle on top of that. Proko on Youtube has a very good quick drawing series on this, and explains it way better than I do, but that's the gist of it.

Also, PLEASE always use references! I know that hearing that gets old, but it's really important. If you'd like, I can make a quick tutorial on how to use references properly, too. Reference everything—pose, lighting, even art style if you're looking to switch things up (i have about 10 different tabs open on my computer with different artists I admire so I can reference their art religiously).

Speaking of referencing art styles, it's important to gather a bunch of artists you like in terms of style, and not just one. The trick is to separate them by skill—"this artist is for lining refs", "this artist is for anatomy refs", "this artist is for face refs", etc, etc.

And to jump off of That: I find that with anatomy, looking at other peoples' anatomy studies on pinterest is also very helpful. Obviously you should be referencing from real life too, but with art, it can be difficult to pin down what to put on the page and what to leave to the imagination. You wouldn't want to actually draw every single muscle in the arm individually, right? So I go and look at other artists' anatomy studies to see what they keep and what they don't keep.

(usually i find them on pinterest, and they look smth like this. the color coded ones especially help me.)

I'd recommend learning gesture and anatomy first, then building off of that to learn how to draw faces, then lining/coloring, just so that you have a solid base to work off on when it is finally time to color. (also because coloring/lighting requires a fair bit of how body anatomy works as well!!)

But yes, that's all the advice I can give from laying in my bed. I hope it helped somewhat, and if you'd like tips on how to do something more specific, I'm always willing to draw it out or go more in depth ^^ Best of luck on your art journey!

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imthetunnelunderoceanblvd · 1 year

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innocence loss

【Quaritch/Reader】

warnings: mini bad plot, breeding kink, physical abuse, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex, slut shaming, rape/non-con., sub!reader, dom!quaritch, vaginal sex, virgin reader, clit fucking?, smut, degration, begging, crying. that’s all i guess.

reminder: don’t like don’t read.

in which: quaritch wants to rob your innocence

a/n: first time posting smut lol.

i do not own any of the pictures i used in this fic, i found them on pinterest. they belong to whoever made/posted them

walking through the forest was an injured quaritch, his face was bloody, he had cuts all over his body, his ikran was tired of flying for days, quaritch had no idea that there was a pair of yellow eyes staring at him until he heard a yell and an exruciating pain on the back of his neck and his vision turned black.

“oh! you’re awake, you’ve been sleeping for days,” he heard a soft voice next to him, he turned his head and saw you, your adorable doe eyes looking down at him, he took in your soft face features, memorizing them, burying them deep deep down in his memories. “who are you,” he said but it came out as a growl “i’m y/n, i actually hit you on the head with a rock i was going to take you to the clan so they can kill you but then i decided against it because you were injured,” you spoke fastly and he chuckled “what’s your name?” he closed his eyes and sighed and snorted “miles, miles quaritch.”

from that day on you started visiting him everyday, it took you a while to pronounce his name right, you grew a lovely friendship, which brings you to these events, you walking around the forest with quaritch.

“do you have any kids?” you asked him and looked at his side profile “yes. yes, i do, why?” he hummed and you shook your head “nothin’ just wondering, do you have a mate?” you narrowed your eyes at him which earned you a chuckle from him he shook his head “no,” he mumbled under his breath, and kept walking trying to ignore you.

you yet asked another question which, clearly, annoyed him “why are you asking so many questions?” he sighed and you hummed biting your lower lip “i don’t know? i mean you’re different, and i wanna know about you? i guess? i don’t know,” you said in all honesty “well, there’s nothin’ you gotta know ‘bout me, except that i’m an ol’ man,” you gasped “that’s insane, you don’t look old, anyways as i was saying.” you said and continued your conversation about how bad you’d love to find your mate on day, sick, twisted, and a dark idea washed over quaritch “what if we mate right here, right now,” he asked and you giggled thinking that he’s joking but your giggling quickly stopped when you saw that his face was turned in your direction.

“what?” you asked smiling “you’re very pretty you know,” he replied. you didn’t know what he meant by that. quaritch began to walk towards you. starting to sense something was wrong, you slowly backed away with each step he took. until your back was pressed against the tree.

with every second passing, quaritch found it harder and harder to hold back. everything about you was so innocent. he was burning with lust, and he wanted you to burn with him. his dick was rock hard, straining against his cammies, his body ready to take you right then and there.

“what are you doi-”

not wasting another second, quaritch shovined you against the tree. you tried to tell him to stop, but was your voice was quickly muffled by his lips latching into yours like a leech, he kissed you roughly, his hands touching every inch on your body, nose bumping into your cheek, his spit mixing with yours. your hands shot to his chest trying to push him off of you, but he was quick to grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. you squirmed under him, and he smiled against your lips, his canines biting down on your lip. your face started turning pruple as your air ways were cut and you couldn’t breathe. the strong scent of sweat on him only made everything worse. after a few minutes of turture, he finally pulled his face away from yours, and you took this opportunity to gasp in air. before you could say anything, quaritch hushed you with his finger on your lip.

“hey, just breathe,” he cooed, his hand on your cheek rubbing softly, trying to calm you down and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and smirked. “don’ worry, you’re in good hands, sweetheart. i’m gon’ make ya feel real nice and good, gonna take care of ya,”

you tried pushing him again, but ceased all actions when he shoved his knee between your legs. “stop it, please, don’t touch me! please stop!” you screamed. “no ones goin’ anywhere,” he had a stern look on his face. you gasped when he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and threw you onto the ground.

he quickly climbed on top of you, pinning you down. you continued to struggle, but all your no, please, and stops sounded more like a challenge to him than pleas. he ground into you and you felt something hard press against your crotch. he groaned, feeling the friction between his hard cock and the rough material of his cammies as he rubbed his erection against you. unable to bear the pain in his crotch anymore, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his cammies in a rush, not even bothering to take them off, pinned both your arms against the ground with a single hand, the other moving your loincloth to the side revealing your folds, the same hand moved over to your chest ripping your top off.

“no, please. please stop, i don’t wanna do this,” you sobbed, unknowing that your pathetic attempt to plead mercy only turned him on even more. he parted your lips using his index and ring fingers and pressed his middle to your opening, he hummed at the tightness, he was right. you were a virgin, just like he had thought. he pressed his bare cock against your pussy and it throbbed at your words, ready to change all that. he looked at you, with wide eyes, at the feeling of your wet cunt. tears ran down your face covering your cheeks making them wet while he rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating his cock in your juices.

“i don’t think your body wants me to stop, does it?” he hummed. You looked away in shame. he lowered his head until he was right next to your ear. his shaved sides tickling your cheeks, his piercing yellow eyes flashing with hunger. “look how fucking wet you are for me, and i’ve barely done anything.” he made a tsk sound. “looks like you’re nothin’ but a dirty slut, ain’t that right sweetheart?” he chuckled

“no,” you choked out. you couldn’t believe it. you were about to get raped right in your own home, the same ground you walked on when you were a child, by a man who’se life you saved.

he rubbed against your folds one more time, the tip of his dick hitting your clit, making you arch your back, before sliding the tip in your entrance. he grunted at the tightness of your cunt, yet your insides seemed to suck him in.

he agonizingly forced himself inside and groaned when he finally bottomed out, feeling how your velvety walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. you began to cry from how bad the stretching burned. despite your wetness, his length and girth made it painful, and on top of all that, he didn’t wait a second for you to adjust, immediately pounding into you.

“please, stop,” you whispered. but it had already been done. he had taken your virginity, robbed you of your innocence. no one would ever want you now, if they knew of all the dirty things quaritch had done to you.

he felt as if all the stamina he’d built all these years had been undone as soon as he felt how tight your cunt was.

“you feel that, princess?” he moaned into your ear pressing on the bulge in your stomach “do you feel how good i’m makin’ you feel? yeah that’s right. that cunt of yours belongs to me now. ain’t no na’vi gon’ make ya feel that way,” you continued to struggle, you kept pushing him in a deseprate attempt to get him off of you. “fuck! yeah do that again.. do just that,” he said as you accidentally tightened your walls around him he groaned again, and you felt his cock twitch. “i’m close, dolly. yeah, jus keep squeezin’ me. just like that. fuckkkk, yeah,” he groaned and your eyes widened when you realized what he said.

“no, please, please don’t do it inside, please no” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i can’t, please, miles, i can’t get pregnant, please, don’t,” you whisper-begged.

“what if i want to impregnate you? huh? fill you up with my seed, the way your body would change because of me? be my kids mother?” he teasingly asked, smirking.

“no, please,” you begged. you looked at him with wide eyes, praying to eywa that he would have mercy. “please, please, please...”

he sighed, your begging started to annoy him. if he really wanted to finish inside of you, then he will, and you were going to take it, cause there’s nothing you could do about it. he suddenly pulled out of you with a wet pop. he got up and stood on the ground. “on your knees,” you obeyed like a good puppy, thanking eywa that he’d decided not to cum inside you. “open your mouth,” he ordered and you opened your mouth.

he shoved his entire length down your throat in a single thrust, making you gag and choke. he thrusted into your mouth a couple more times before he shoved his cock down one last time, groaning loudly. ropes of thick, hot cum shot down your throat, forcing you to gag “swallow. don’t waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he said as his dick stayed rock hard inside your mouth

you tried to be good and swallow, but it was too much. his cum tasted salty and disgustingly warm, and before you caught yourself, you spat out a mouthful. the substance dripped onto your tits and belly. you quickly covered your mouth, horrified. slowly, you turned to look up at him, but before your eyes could meet his you were being pulled closer to him until you were just inches from him.

“what did i just say? huh?” he barked in your face. “can’t even follow simple instructions. such a disgusting stupid slut.”

“i’m sorry - i - i didn’t mean to. i swear,” you whimpered. he pushed you back onto the ground and you landed on your back with a thud, the rough ground underneath you hurting your sensetive queue

“in that case,” he said stroking his dick “if you have trouble keeping my cum down in your throat,” he looked at you “i’ll just fuck it into your pussy,” he smiled a very sick smile

“no please don-”

before you could finish, he forced himself inside you again. you screamed, your cunt now extremely sensitive, not fully recovered from last time.

your eyes widened as his hands gripped your neck, his hand went down to your belly scooping the sticky liquid with his fingers “open your mouth,” he said and you, once again, obeyed, he shoved his fingers inside your mouth and hummed as your tongue licked up the substance.

his hand snaked between your legs and began toying with your clit, you gasped as he rolled the bundle of nevres between his fingers, pinching it, and rubbing tight circles with his thum on it. no one had ever touched you like this. mot even yourself. when he noticed the way your body reacted, he accelerated his motions, pounding his cock into you harder and faster, the tip of his dick kissing at your cervix making your back arch. you desperately tried to hold back all the noises, but still he forced a moan out of you. his chest swelled with pride. it really stroked his ego to know that even an alien - a pretty one - he forced to have sex with him couldn’t help but be pleasured by him. although by this point, could you even deny that some deep, twisted part of you liked this? liked being pinned down, forced to take him as he did whatever he wanted to you, as he treated you like a toy? you were desperatley waiting for him to touch you everywhere.

you moaned again when his tip hit that oh so sweet spot inside you, a pained whimper followed after as he kept abusing that spot.

“look at you, moaning like a slut all for me, hard to believe that just moments ago you were beggin’ me to leave you, alone,” he tsked. you let out a half moan, half sob. the palm of his hand landed directly on your face “quiet, slut.” he hissed. you shook your head, crying silently. “how would your future mate react if he knew what you were doing right now? his lovely, well bhaved mate moaning like a slut all because of a sky demon?”

he repositioned himself, now thrusting at a different angle, rapidly hitting that spot inside you that made you feel something you’ve never felt before. he enjoyed watching your face twist in confusion and pleasure “what if your parents heard you and came all the way here? huh? theyre gonna find their sweet, innocent little girl all spread eagle on the ground, taking my cock like a good little whore,” you sobbed in fear of that scenario. he nibbled at your ear, making you squeal. he slapped you again. “shut the fuck up, slut.”

his eyes landed on your tits and he let out a loud groan at the sight of your boobs bouncing slightly with every thrust he made. He grabbed at them, kneading them roughly in his large hands. you clenched around him even tighter in discomfort, but that only made it more pleasurable for him. he reached down again, rubbing at your clit and increased his pace. you gritted your teeth, trying to hold back this strange, unfamiliar feeling, but he stubbornly kept going. you climaxed with a loud moan, your entire body shaking as surges of pleasure and guilt rocked through you. quaritch’s face came closer to your boobs, he sucked hard on your nipple while pinching your other nipple, you slapped your hands against your mouth muffling your cries. you suddenly tightened your walls around him, legs wrapped around his torso as his pelvis slapped over your very oversensitive clit with every thrust.

he groaned “fuck yeah, keep squeezing me like that and you’re goin’ to make me cum. i’ll shoot it nice and deep inside you, and you’re going to take it all this time, right doll?”

you nodded, not even fully listening to what you just agreed to. you didn’t even care anymore, too with the pleasure that coated your brain, even if you told him not to, he’d just do it. thrusting as deep as he possibly could, he stilled, his eyes shut and mouth wide open as he threw his head back and released “fuck,” he groaned, his breath hitching, you could literally feel his cock pump load after load of hot cum, right against your cervix, he threw his head back as he sank in the euphoric ocean his climax provided.

part of you didn’t want to believe that someone like quaritch would do something so violating. but part of you was also happy, you’ve always dremt about having kids of your own. you closed your eyes as you felt his hand reach for your queue, conecting your queue with him. the very thrill of cumming inside you was enough to prolong his orgasm, his cock throbbing and releasing again and again.

it felt so satisfying to ruin you, to force you to orgasm for the first time. it was a horrible, guilty memory that would forever haunt you, reminding you of who was really your first whenever you had any intimate moment with someone you truly loved.

when he was finally done, he pulled halfway out, and you felt his cum began to leak down your ass. but he was quick to push it all back in, thrusting hard a couple more times, as if to fuck his seed as deep into you as possible. when he was satisfied, he tucked himself back into his pants, and walked away from you, leaving you laying lifeless on the ground as you’re drained of your pure soul.

you were being consumed alive, the scene keeps replaying in your mind, his odor ligering all over your body.

pov: me when quaritch 😩🕯️🛐

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More miscellaneous She-Ra pins I found while sorting through Pinterest that made me want to die and my commentary on them. Pt. 3 Fanart Edition.

Something about the vice like grip Catra is using while writing on Adora’s ass is making me feel gross. Listen, if people are into that, it’s cool. It’s just that specifically Catra doing that to specifically Adora makes me sick, especially with that smile Adora is giving. Also, idk if that’s what the artist was going for, but all that combined with the writing ‘C//A Canon’, the ass smack, and Catra having that one dark spot on the dead center of her face that anime characters get when they’re being threatening… It all gives off the air of someone rubbing it in the face and being a douche about it. Like, “Look Catra is about to tear Adora’s stupid ass up because she can and out ship is canon so you can fucking suck it! Haha, you must feel so fucking stupid right now!”

Oh look, seems like someone took inspiration form that one post Nate did with Catra wearing Adora’s shirt because she tore it up so Adora couldn’t wear it anymore. Giving off some weird ‘property’ vibes. Again, I know this can be viewed as something people are into, and it’s okay if someone is. It’s just really creepy for C//A specifically.

Me too, Shadow Weaver, the fuck. I know SW is a shitty mom. No one’s gonna argue that point. But it takes a special kind of shitty parenting when you screw up so bad your children/teenage daughters are making out with eachother. That’s a joke btw, kind of. I think SW is to blame for some things, but C//A isn’t one of them. Hell, she seemed to be wholly against it. Not that I blame her for not wanting that.

Eh. Not the worst one. It’s a funny joke based on a funny gif. But I’m getting real tired of the same jokes over and over. “Adora dumb” “Dumb jock lesbian” And it’s a soccer thing, so there were probably “dumb lesbian” and “useless lesbian” jokes already. I’m not even a lesbian, but I’m getting tired of it. I’m not saying it’s on the level of those outdated “wife bad” jokes. But it’s getting old. People gotta stop treating Adora like a total moron. Also, the gif this is based if isn’t inherently romantic, but the artist just had to add the blushes to make it a C//A thing. God forbid two people exist near eachother without it being a ship thing.

Oh god this fanart...is interesting.

More sexualizing! I'm going to assume they aren't minors in the art for my own sainty and faith in humanity. But still, why are Catradora fans so sexual? I do not get it, can't they just like a ship without making it sexual every 2 seconds?

Ugh. That just feels gross. Why do they think it's cute when Catra messes with Adora's propety? Is it supposed to be some cute thing? I don't get it

Honestly I'd have the same reactions if my daughters started dating. Yes Shadow Weaver was a shitty mom, but they both got raised together and have the same mother figure, they. are. s i b l i n g s

4. Why does everyone try to make Adora seem dumb? She's really smart, Catra's the one who calls her dumb, braindead, and idiot. Which Adora interlized! How cute is that?

#spop discourse #anti spop #spop criticism #spop salt #spop critical #anti catra #antic//a #anti catradora #anti c//a #spop crit

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ggukkiedae · 5 months

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another confidant

date: april 2018

warning/s: insecure thoughts

notes from c: anything spoken in italics is spoken in english, just some soft jaehyun getting a look into the way hannah’s mind works for today 🥰 and ctto for the gif, it’s not mine i found it on pinterest

i’m literally gonna be watching nct nation in like 30 minutes! so a little post to celebrate that 🥰

word count: 1.5k

in which hannah’s solo date becomes a vent-to-jaehyun dinner

Hannah found herself plopping down onto the ground and groaning out loud as soon as Taeyong called for the end of their practice. They had been going at it for the whole day, not to mention the practice she had with 127 earlier that morning for Chain… Wow. She was actually working on a 127 thing outside of NCT 2018. She really is part of 127.

A deep chuckle together with a hand tickling her stomach brought her back to reality. Instinctively, she swatted the hand away and rolled back over her head. Once she was sat up, she gave a glare to Jaehyun who simply shrugged.

“For someone who wants to die, you sure have a lot of energy,” Ten shook his head at her and offered her a hand up.

“Oh, you and I both know who really wants me to die,” a half-bitter chuckle escaped her as she remembered a few of the comments she received about her joining 127. This statement caused multiple heads to turn towards her in worry, which, in turn, was amusing enough to her but eye-roll inducing. “Would you guys relax? I’m out of my emo phase about this, don’t worry.”

“I gave her cuddles last night, so she’s good,” Jaehyun’s dimples popped out as he handed her a water bottle. “Cuddles that she asked for, if I may add.”

Hannah smacked the 97 liner’s arm as a bunch of cries of disbelief rose from the rest of the members. Surprisingly, or not, a few of the older members suddenly gained energy once again and started coming at Hannah for not being affectionate with them. Both physically and verbally.

The British girl burst into laughter as she ran away from Johnny, Ten, Yuta, and Taeyong started chasing her around their practice room. When the other members said that they’d try to not treat her too much like a girl to not make her feel out of place, she didn’t think that would mean getting smothered with affection. In all honesty, she wasn’t prepared when members outside of Donghyuck, Jaemin, Kun, Johnny, and Jaehyun all started attempting to coddle her. She wasn’t used to it. She was used to coddling her two maknaes, not the other way around.

But they had all made it clear after the whole no-sleep fiasco that they were going to baby her to the best of their capabilities. When she tried to get Taeyong to talk them out of it, he pulled the “you’re-the-third-youngest-member” card and laughed it off.

Coming back to the present time, she felt someone grab her around the waist. It was Johnny, if his laughter wasn’t anything to tell by. Her face lit up as she remembered something that Yoonmi had taught her before. With some hesitation, she hooked her leg around Johnny’s leg and pulled forward until he was on the ground, her on top of him and somehow effectively pinning him down.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

Jisung’s voice was the one that broke the silence. “Did noona just… throw Johnny hyung to the ground?”

“Yes, she did,” Jeno smiled.

“This is rich,” Donghyuck’s snickers filled the room. “I can’t believe you actually used what Yoonmi taught you and made it work.”

Hannah shrugged her shoulders and got off of a still-in-shock Johnny while dusting off her hands. “Once I tried it on Jungkook oppa, I became pretty confident in doing it on anyone no matter their strength or size. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner plans to go to.”

She picked up her bag and walked out the door, laughing as Donghyuck called for her to bring food home. Right, he was spending the night in her and Mark’s place. Just like he’s been doing every other night for weeks now.

Footsteps caught up with her, catching her attention and making her glance back. Jaehyun had caught up to her and thrown an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, princess.”

“You know,” she laughed at him, “the others have started calling me princess because of you.”

“I’m the original,” he grinned, leaning his head a little closer to hers teasingly. “Mind telling me who you’re having dinner with?”

She rolled her eyes fondly at Jaehyun’s casual attempt of being protective. “Myself, actually. I read about this new restaurant opening up nearby, and I wanted to try the food out for myself before I recommend it to anyone.”

With one look at Jaehyun’s growing smile, Hannah knew he was going to start persuading her to let him come with her. Before he could say anything, she let out a groan and shrugged his arm off her shoulder.

Jaehyun was left watching her back as she walked away, unsure of what just happened. Once she was right in front of the elevators, she pressed the button, turned around, and looked at the 97 liner with a raised eyebrow.

“You coming?”

With a grin, Jaehyun made his way over to her. The elevator doors opened just as he got there. “I knew you loved me.”

She just scoffed, hiding her smile at the chance to bond with one of her new members. “You get fifteen minutes to shower. Meet me in our dorm building’s lobby after.

They accidentally matched outfits, much to Jaehyun’s delight. The moment she saw his pastel blue hoodie and white sweats, she made to get back into the elevator, but Jaehyun snickered at her and pulled her out of the dorm building.

That’s how she found herself seated in the corner booth of a new restaurant, aggressively stabbing the carrots in her dish and dropping them on the spare plate she had requested.

“Hannah,” Jaehyun watched her amusedly while taking some of her pasta with the carrot slice and eating it, “it isn’t so bad.”

She scrunched her nose at him. “The pasta isn’t bad, but who in their right mind puts carrot slices on pasta? Carrots are only good for carrot cakes, and you can’t even taste or feel them in those!”

Jaehyun chuckled and switched their plates, placing his creamy lemon chicken in front of her. “Eat that. You need protein to build up the strength if you’re going to have the complete NCT schedule like Mark and Haechan.”

“Don’t remind me,” she puts some of the chicken on the spare plate and pushed it closer to the boy in front of her. “After Chain, we have our last Dream Comeback with Mark. Have you heard the title song?”

“Not yet,” he gave her a look, “you’re not stressing yourself out, are you?”

For a while, all Jaehyun got from her in response was silence.

Hannah never really understood why the older members, especially recently, have been telling her to not stress herself out. In her point of view, stress was a normal part of the industry. If you weren’t getting stressed out, then didn’t that mean you didn’t care?

If anything, everything that she went through the past few months made her believe that to a greater degree. She cared a lot.

“Hey,” Jaehyun lightly knocked on the table in front of her, “thoughts out of your head and into our conversation, please.”

She composed herself. “Right, sorry. I am kinda stressing myself, but I don’t want anything I do to be half-assed, you know?”

He looked at her with curiosity. “How so?”

“I just feel like I wouldn’t be giving it my all if I wasn’t at least a little bit stressed. I care about my work and my performance, and I want it to show. I don’t know if it does.”

The older boy gave her a smile. “It does.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Jaehyun just shook his head, “You’ll never feel like it does because you’re always going to want to pick yourself apart to become better. Trust me when I say this, we all see how much you love this job and how you’re constantly improving.”

She poked at the food on her plate once again, although softly this time, lacking the violence she did it with earlier. She didn’t know if she wanted to believe Jaehyun’s words, but they sounded nice coming from him—someone who saw her work behind the scenes with fresh eyes. Should she take the benefit of her doubt and believe?

She snorted a little and looked down at her plate, not wanting to spiral into a number of “what ifs” running through her head again. It wasn’t worth it, it always took a lot longer to get things done when she spiralled. Instead, she decided to lift the mood a little bit.

Noticing the food on her plate somehow successfully separated completely between the rice and the meat, she looked up to meet Jaehyun’s eyes. “It’s what I get for being a virgo, I guess.”

“Don’t think I don’t know you don’t believe me,” Jaehyun poked her cheek, “but I’ll let it slide for now. Hey, how do those astrology things work, anyway?”

Hannah excitedly launched into an explanation of astrology in a mix of English and Korean, one unrelated thought echoing in her head.

Thank god that Jaehyun wasn’t only someone she felt she could talk to, but that he was also someone who knew when not to press.

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