#observe that i do not know how to draw animals

[echoflowerwhispers]

hey- heyyyy, pssst

You should uh, talk more about your take on the dreamtale twins being feral. I can uhhhhhh- pay you in duck drawings??

HI SORRY I TOOK SO LONG!! (I’d like a long-tailed duck or perhaps a smew if possible :3)

Oh BOY do I have a lot of lore for these lil guys!!

Feral baby twins lore below cut!!

First things first, Nim can’t talk in this AU. There is no telepathy, there are no ominous whispers, she’s just dead. Nim never wanted to create actual sentient beings either, she needed strong guardians and if the strongest being in the nearest AU happened to be a Swap Sans variant so be it. Dream and Nightmare were also born with general knowledge about survival and other stuff (think baby deer knowing how to walk and run right out the womb). The only thing they needed to learn was how to communicate which they achieved by making chirps and observing the other’s chirps.

They were introduced to people when they were about 3 years old. During this time, the villagers (who happened to explore and expand a little too close to the tree) really hated Dream and Nightmare. They were animals in the bodies of children, they were demons. Dream and Nightmare were pretty feral at this point, they would attack and chase anyone who got too close to the tree. Due to this, they were nicknamed “Sun Beast” and “Moon Beast”, which was also because of their crowns and the fact that Dream would be more active during the day and Nightmare at night. The first person to try to get near them was Neil, who in this AU was a human priest. As a priest, Neil wasn’t allowed to marry or have children, but a family man is always a family man, so he decided to “adopt” Dream and Nightmare, they were clearly sentient after all. Neil taught them to read, write and talk, but they still weren’t allowed into the village without Neil by their side (not like they wanted to go there anyway at this point). Neil was understanding and kind, but he was still very conservative in his views of the twins and what the village thought of them

At 5 years old, they knew how to speak and read pretty well, and Neil also decided it was time to cut their tails. Since Dreamtale is a world before the human/monster war, humans and monsters had this tradition where monsters with tails would cut them at birth to appear more human-like. Unfortunately, the twins weren’t newborns, so getting their tails chopped was very painful. Dream went first to try and ease Nightmare’s fear, sadly, this didn’t work because Dream almost fainted from the pain. Luckily, the shocked trance state that put Nightmare in made it easier to cut his tail too. That was also the first time they spent the night inside a building and got to sleep on pillows because Neil took advantage of the fact that they were in pain and took them away from the tree. It was also the first night they spent away from the tree

At 7 years old, the villagers warmed up to them more or less, and some even offered food and comfort after Neil passed away (he was old and missing an arm, it was bound to happen), but this didn’t stop them from favouring Dream over Nightmare. Dream was far more “person-like” than Nightmare was, after all. He was curious, happy and naive, which made him more interesting for the villagers to interact with. He also wanted to help, which the villagers loved and used to their full advantage. Nightmare wasn’t like that, he was quiet, defensive and wanted to protect the tree like he was supposed to. Ironically, if Nim were alive, he would have been her prodigy, her golden child, smart and willing to do the only thing he was created to do. Dream’s personality was a miscalculation, and if anything, he was the one who should have been shunned. But Nim is dead, and her opinion never mattered. Nightmare was shunned, and Dream was adored.

From here, you all know how the story goes, at 14, Nightmare has had enough and eats the apples in an effort to either end it all or gain enough power that no one would dare hurt him. So instead of telling you how they were both victims of abuse, Nightmare physical and Dream emotional, I’m gonna give you some fun facts!!

☆ They both used to eat bugs as their daily protein intake. Dream's favourites were snails, worms and caterpillars, while Nightmare's were crickets and centipedes

☆ Dream has bitten a lot more people than Nightmare has (this might be somewhat surprising)

☆ They used to sleep holding each other, and even in adulthood, Dream sleeps hugging a pillow and Nightmare clings to the nearest warm body subconsciously

☆ Nightmare hates being associated with anything animalistic. It stems from the fact that the villagers saw them as less because of their animalistic nature. He is prim and proper and suppresses his instincts to the fullest

☆ While also being shunned for his animalistic side, Dream isn't as bothered by his instincts as Nightmare is. He still chirps and makes various little sounds, but he usually suppresses the more "threatening" reactions like growls and hisses. He also files his claws down to appear "friendlier"

☆ When Nightmare gets ANGRY angry (like when his corruption starts acting up during battle), he attacks with his claws, not his tentacles. It's a subconscious thing he's tried to correct many times, but when his brain starts fuzzing up and he loses control, he tries to claw his problems away (this has also resulted in him chipping and breaking his claws on Nim's bark when he needs to let off some steam)

☆ If Dream is staring at a bug, he is debating eating it. He knows it's gross, but it's not like he can get sick, and he misses the taste sometimes. Still, he probably won't eat it (unless he's really tired and sad or drunk)

☆ The first time Nightmare purrs after the Apple Incident is when all of his lovers are sleeping in his bed for the first time. He was tired and happy and rapidly losing consciousness, but Killer won't stop asking to hear it again, and it's embarrassing him to no end. Horror and Cross also seem to have made it their mission to make him more comfortable with his animalistic side, which is annoying to say the least (this hc doesn't need to be BSP, you could make it any ship and it would work the same, probably)

☆ Dream has no shame in using his fangs. Oh, you've pinned both his arms? You're getting mauled. Ink has had to learn this the hard way

☆ Both twins can curl their bodies and nap like cats. It's somehow comfortable for them, but Blue worries Dream is going to need a chiropractor if he keeps it up

☆ They both know what most woodland things taste like. Pinecones, old bones, rocks, moss, feathers, tree bark, you name it, they tried to eat it. Nightmare also chews on chicken wing bones for longer than socially acceptable, but he hasn't noticed it yet.

☆ Nightmare uses the trunk of Nim's tree as a punching bag. He hates her for bringing him into this world and leaving him alone with no one but Dream to care for him, but he never dared hurt the tree when it was alive

☆ Nightmare was called "Moon Beast" in an insulting way for a lot longer than Dream was called "Sun Beast", this is probably just another reason why Nightmare hates his instincts more than Dream does

☆ Just like my last post said, their original names were Sunstorm and Moonbeam, they just got mistranslated when they started learning a proper language, and they kept them that way

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ok, I think that's it in terms of feral child lore, maybe if I get bored, I'll make an ao3 headcanon book for the whole ass lore, but idk

thx for the ask btw!!!

[neonficlist]

BBC Johnlock Fic Rec: Things From Sherlock's Past

Compiled for your reading pleasure are fics that fit under the theme of "John discovers something from Sherlock's past". This could include stories from his childhood, stories from the time he was away after TRF, and anything else that fit!

Love Letters by HollyGlow 1.2k

Answer to a prompt from Renntastic on Tumblr: John finds a file of love letters Sherlock has written him but never intended to give him and John had no idea how Sherlock felt so finally he decides to write one back and he tucks it into the file for Sherlock to find the next time he goes in there.

Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night @goddess-of-the-night04 2.3k words

When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret...that he has kept secrets in.

"What he sees when he opens it is nothing like what he expected. He expected scrawling notes of observations, or maths equations, or drawings of plants…anything but what he actually finds: confessions.

The first page: I don’t regret jumping to save you. I regret that you don’t know what I’ve done."

notes: post tarmac, writing replies to unsent love letters, leaving Mary for Sherlock

It Takes Two by patternofdefiance 4.2k words

John stops dead in his tracks. Nothing could have prepared him for the scene before him:

Sherlock is frozen – surprised, no doubt, caught unawares by John’s abrupt return. He is frozen with his arms extended (graceful like the rest of him) to cradle an invisible other, left arm raised, right arm curved lower.

Slowly, the rigor in his muscles lifts, and his arms lower to rest at his sides. “John.” He’s facing away from the doctor’s poleaxed stare, and that allows John a moment to collect himself, to inhale against the tightness in his chest. “I – ”

“You dance.”

Shiny Eyes by Schattengestalt 4.6k words

Sherlock likes the gift, John has given to his girlfriend - now ex-girlfriend - more than he has thought possible. He only fears how John is going to react if he ever finds out.

notes: teddy bears and sherlock's memories of having stuffed animals. Love confessions, sweet little fluffy thing

Ugly Duckling by testosterone_tea 6.9k words

Sherlock has spent his life thinking that he's ugly, and it really wouldn't bother him except for two things: a) he wants John to like him, and b) he finds himself on a case involving underwear modeling. But apparently body positivity comes with a bloody side dish of serial killing, and John in nothing but pants is very distracting. What's an ugly duckling to do?

notes: we're gonna include an insecurity as something that can be discovered about someone's past, mmkay?

En Pointe by nbcravenstag 9.9k words

The thought of John Watson, his John Watson finding out about his love of ballet was terrifying. John was a soldier. Robust, muscular, almost rippling with strength, and he could only imagine what said soldier would do if he found out. Of course, in the back of his mind, he had a dream once of his rugby-playing soldier doctor meeting him after show, teasing him lovingly about the leotard and tights, wiping away the sweaty stage make up that fell down his face as he leaned in for a kiss... But it was wrong. John wasn't gay, Sherlock wasn't a ballet dancer, and love was a horrible thing to think about after a murder.

notes: Sherlock accepts an offer from a client to perform in a ballet and invites John to watch

Into the Dark by bittergreens 10.8k words

When Lestrade calls John and Sherlock in to help arrest the ringleader of a notorious dog fighting syndicate, things don’t go quite according to plan. Sherlock has a bad reaction. It’s up to John to pull him back from the edge. (graphic mention of dog-fighting rings)

notes: Sherlock opens up about his history with losing Redbeard, seeking each other for comfort, first kiss, first time

Say For Me, Love by MirabileLectu 13.1k words

If you had asked John this morning what the result of his quiet afternoon at home would be, discovering a truth about Sherlock's past startling enough to shift the foundations of their friendship would not have been his first guess. So naturally, that was what was bound to happen.

notes: talking about Sherlock’s past relationships, feels demi Sherlock, John will Not stop nudging this guy for real, post Adler case

All the Pieces Falling into Place by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for 14.3k words

Before heading off on a case that leads to Belgrade, John grabs the Sudoku cube from Sherlock's desk. As John tries to solve the puzzle, he and Sherlock find themselves playing their own game charged with sexual tension.

notes: hesitant sherlock, pining, sentimental sherlock, flirty john

echoes through time by chellefic 21.6k

Mummy sends a trunk from the Holmes cottage in Sussex to 221B. Its contents alter the way John and Sherlock see themselves and one another.

notes: Reading through old journals, parallels, coming together, such a satisfying read, its " if BBC Johnlock got to read the original ACD Watson's personal gay journal, what could that make them realize about themselves" done STUNNINGLY. have reread many times

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss 22.2k

Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

notes: Sherlock showing John his childhood home, best characterization I have read, big feels (have definitely rec'd before)

Whisper To Me by Chrysanthemumsies 20.5k words

Sherlock picks up playing the guitar. John falls more and more in love with every passing day.

notes: post s4 slowburn, light parentlock, mostly john figuring out his feelings, author creates tension soo well

Bonus! Something from John's Past:

Sleight of Hand (Or, five times John Watson took something that didn’t belong to him, and one time it did) by Knackorcraft 7k words

John is a master pickpocket and Sherlock has a competency kink. (Info on the New Yorker article that inspired this fic can be found in the AN at the end.)

notes: sweet, flirting in their own style, which means pickpocketing people, have reread sooo many times when I need some fun

Aaand Bonus Bonus! Something from Mrs. Hudson's Past:

Hot Chocolate by ohlooktheresabee 10.7k words

With Sherrinford but a distant memory, Christmas season approaches and John Watson is not in the mood. His friend and flatmate Sherlock disappears for a week, leaving him behind again, and John doesn’t think that things can get any worse. However, with a little help from their friends, he might finally start seeing the reasons to enjoy this Christmas after all...

notes: Sherlock loving John quietly and loudly at the same time, John appreciating Sherlock (finally), tender and sweet

[part-toons]

been thinking a lot about this guy

[waywardwarren]

SKA CHA CHA

I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!

ARRGGGGHHHAAAA

*Explodes*

Bonus:

thing that i based this off of directly cuz i dont actually know how to animate >

someone please tell me where this gay little cat comes from i love them so dearly

[skunkes]

it obviously has existed before then but new readers/watchers of dungeon meshi have had interactions that have solidified my hatred of a certain phenomenon, which is when somebody has a question or just observation about a piece of media, which is answered later in the piece of media, and is therefore currently a spoiler to them

and you get swathes of people being like "lol do they know" "nobody tell them xD" "do they know?" "oh sweet summer child 😅" "ermmmmm no spoilers but *heavily vaguely implied spoiler*" "do they know?" "Who's gonna tell them"

[gifti3]

i think im noticing something interesting

[makishimu]

Just some observations I made about Megane's latest Rota Fortunae crumbs after going back to it over and over again (if you haven't read it yet, go check it out first). Maybe you'll already have noticed most of it, but hopefully not everything. Either way, I really just feel like rambling.

First of all, this is clearly set before their trip to Sunday's shelter. In fact, it's most likely the earliest part of the timeline we've had so far. It's noticeable through the fact Aven just got the glasses and doesn't appear to have the earring he has on his ref sheet and during the animation.

About the earring, if you look at this panel:

You'll notice that Human!Aven (let's call him that for now) has a peacock feathers earrings. It's not exactly the same Android!Aven has, but it's a similar style. Now, there's two conclusions you can make of that: either Android!Aven bought it himself because it fits his style and he most likely subconsciously remembers his past to an extent, or Ratio gave it to him because it reminded him of the one Human!Aven used to wear.

Now, onto this Human!Aven if you will, because how do I know he's human? It's somewhat easy to guess, but there are still some signs: first, his eyes. As an android, Aven's eyes become magenta and cyan when behind glasses, but here it's a reflection. It would seem his human appearance naturally had the Avgin eyes (if Avgins even exist in the Rota Fortunae lore). But there is a second sign that this Aven is human: his wrist.

If you look at this panel, you'll notice Aven's wrist has a joint (weirdly enough, there doesn't seem to be any joints on his elbow, but it's hard to see so maybe Megane just didn't feel like drawing it?) that isn't here on Human!Aven. Now, how did he go from being a human to being an android? We can only speculate on that, but the general guess seems to be that Aven died and Ratio transferred his consciousness in an android body. I love that theory, but only time (and Megane) can tell how right it is.

But I'm not done with my observations! Let's talk about Ratio! Though, I'll keep aside all the speculations about why he refuses to repair Aven himself. It's most likely out of guilt, but we can't know more than that for sure.

Just a silly little thing I noticed about him is that his hair curls when wet. It's such a small detail, but it's really adorable.

But what I mostly wanted to talk about is his tattoo (or whatever it is) because there's something really interesting about it. Let's take these two panels:

If you look closely at how far the tattoo reaches up his neck in the second image, you'll most likely notice that it doesn't appear to be there on the first image. Of course, maybe he just had it tattooed later, and it's a plausible explanation. But there's just something odd about the way Ratio uncovers that specific shoulder in that scene:

Maybe I'm just over interpreting. It's entirely possible. But the way he uncovers his tattooed shoulder like that kind of makes me think that it might be uncomfortable to keep covered. Kind of like when you have a healing scar and you don't like the sensation of the fabric rubbing against sensitive skin. In that case, maybe it's more than just a tattoo? Maybe it holds more meanings in relation to the Android rebellion? After all, there are some laurel symbols on the walls of wherever they are in that scene:

It's most likely linked to a faction such as the Intelligentsia Guild or the Genius Society (I'd lean more towards the former) as Megane suggested in the comments of that thread, but it's still interesting to note that tattoo wasn't there before the rebellion.

Now, a final observation about Aven and his eyes and it's that the brightness of his pupils seems to change depending on the situation:

Funnily enough, it appears to always brighten whenever he looks at Ratio (smitten much) at the exception of that one panel where he plays with Numby. This leads me to believe it might be some sort of emotional response (bright red eyes mean positive emotion and dark red eyes mean negative emotions. If I recall, the androids in the Rota Fortunae animation had dark red pupils) and it's just kind of cute to see how differently he looks at his Doctor.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for now (if only I could come up with that many words when I write my essays). I was supposed to be writing my fanfic's next chapter but I guess that won't be for tonight lmao. Of course, credit for all the images used in that small analysis goes to Megane. Go check out their work if you haven't already, it's definitely worth it.

Thanks for reading!

[eclipixels]

Attention

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Content: Some girl enters Sae's world, and Rin doesn't like the attention his older brother is giving her

A/N: Sae and Rin don't have that beef like they do in the manga/anime. They have a normal sibling relationship of caring about each other while still being annoying af

Warnings: ooc towards the end

[4,114 words]

     It’s strange how a single moment can feel like an eternity, one of those memories that never seems to fade, always lingering at the edge of your thoughts. That one time you met Sae, when he was still a kid, just like you. You didn't know it then, but everything would change.

     You were just some ordinary girl who seemed to always be a bit out of place. Your world was filled with stories, with daydreams, with books you could lose yourself in. You didn't need anything more. But then, you stepped into his world.

     Sae and Rin were two peas in a pod, always inseparable. The older brother and the younger one. The competitive spark between them was so natural it felt like the air around them was charged with it. They were always running, always playing, always making noise. But you? You were content to be on the sidelines, watching, observing.

     But something changed when Sae noticed you.

     It wasn’t some grand moment, not a dramatic turn of events. It was just one afternoon. You were sitting under a large tree by the soccer field, sketching in your little notebook. The grass smelled of fresh dew, and the sound of sneakers pounding against the ground, accompanied by Rin’s occasional shout of encouragement to his brother, filled the air. The light was golden, and everything was peaceful, calm.

     Sae approached quietly, his footsteps barely audible over the rest of the noise. You didn’t see him coming until he was standing over you, blocking the sunlight. His presence made the air feel warmer as he replaced the sun, the space around you suddenly smaller. You looked up from your notebook, blinking in surprise.

     "You’re always here," he said, his tone neither harsh nor soft. It was just… matter-of-fact. Like he'd noticed you before and was curious now.

     You swallowed, unsure of what to say, but you nodded. “I just moved here last month.”

     “What’s your name?” He asked. 

     “Y/n, what's yours?” 

     “Sae” He hummed in response, his eyes scanning your notebook. The pages were filled with rough sketches of trees, flowers, and the world around you, nothing grand or impressive, but to you, it was enough.

     "You drew those?" His voice was different now, less distant, more intrigued.

     “Yeah,” you answered, feeling a little embarrassed. It wasn't like you were amazing at it, but it was your thing. 

     Sae tilted his head, watching you with an intensity you weren’t used to. Then, as though something had clicked, he crouched down next to you, his knees brushing against the soft grass.

     “Can I see?”

     You hesitated, but then nodded, turning the page so he could see. He leaned closer, his gaze intent on the sketches. The silence stretched between you two, and you could feel the weight of his attention. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely something new.

     Finally, after what felt like forever, he straightened up. "You're good," he said, his voice carrying a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t draw much, but it’s nice.”

     A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but you quickly suppressed it, unsure of how to react to his praise.

     “Thanks,” you mumbled.

     The moment passed quickly, and soon Sae was up on his feet, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “I have to get back to practice,” he said, pointing toward the field where Rin was already setting up for another round of drills.

     But before he could walk away, he glanced back at you. “Hey,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “You should come watch.”

     You looked up at him, his face expressionless. It was strange, how much the little comment made your heart flutter, but you simply smiled and nodded, getting up and following him.

     But then, from the edge of the field, you heard a voice that shattered the moment like glass.

     “Oi! Who are you?”

     A little boy who you figured out was Sae’s young brother stood with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed, face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and annoyance. His younger, innocent face was filled with an unexpected possessiveness, something you'd never seen in a kid before. You blinked in surprise, looking back at Sae, who had stiffened.

     “My name is Y/n” You introduced. 

     For Sae, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Butterflies.

     For Rin, the moment he first met you, his stomach did the thing. Organ failure.

     Time passes. Seasons change. And despite Rin’s best efforts, you become a permanent fixture in their lives.

     Sae grows fond of you in ways Rin doesn’t quite understand. It’s in the way Sae lets you steal his food without complaint, in the way he listens when you talk about your day, even if it has nothing to do with soccer. It’s in the way he lingers when you say goodbye, as if he doesn’t actually want you to leave.

     And it was driving Rin crazy. One evening, Rin finally snaps.

     Sae was sitting next to you on the accompanying swing, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze distant. You weren’t sure why he’d chosen to sit next to you today, but you weren’t complaining. His silence was comfortable, even though it made you feel a little out of place sometimes. Still, you’d grown used to his quiet nature, his unreadable expression. It was like he lived in his own world, and for some reason, you had found your own little corner in it.

     “So,” you said, trying to break the silence, “do you think it’s going to rain later?”

     Sae tilted his head just slightly, his eyes flicking to the sky before returning to the distant horizon.

     “Does it matter?” he asked, his voice cool and steady, not a trace of urgency in his words. “It’s just rain.”

     He wasn’t wrong, of course. The rain wouldn’t change much, but it had a way of making everything feel different. The world shifted when it rained.

     “I guess not,” you replied with a shrug, giving the swing a gentle push. The metal creaked under the movement.

     “Hey! What’s going on here?”

     You turned your head, just in time to see Rin marching over from the soccer field, his expression scrunched up in a frown, his small arms waving in frustration. He looked like he was out for blood. When his gaze landed on you and Sae, it was sharp, full of annoyance.

     Sae didn’t even flinch at his younger brother’s sudden appearance. Rin’s gaze flicked back and forth between you and Sae, his hands balling into fists. 

     “You always spend time with her now!” he shot, his tone tinged with betrayl. “Why don’t you ever hang out with me anymore?”

     Your heart sank a little. You could feel the tension building, the unspoken rivalry between the two brothers settling in the air like a storm cloud. Rin wasn’t stupid. He saw how Sae looked at you, how Sae listened to you when you spoke, how he stayed beside you without any real reason. And the younger brother wasn’t having it.

     Sae exhaled slowly, the silence stretching between them. His eyes flickered over to Rin for the first time in the conversation, but they were still distant, unreadable. 

     “It’s not like that,” he said, but there was a hint of frustration behind the words, something sharper than usual.

     You shifted uncomfortably, watching the exchange unfold, not wanting to get caught in the middle. But Rin wasn’t backing down. He turned his attention to you, his little face twisting into something sour.

     “Why are you always around?” Rin asked, his voice suddenly a little more biting. “Why do you keep hanging out with Sae?”

     Your cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from a pang of something unfamiliar. It wasn’t the first time Rin had been rude, but the coldness of his words hit you harder today. Did he really dislike you this much?.

     Sae’s eyes flicked to you briefly, but there was nothing in his gaze, no sign that he’d noticed the hurt in your expression. His attention was still on Rin.

     “Rin,” Sae said, his voice low and firm now, “stop it.”

     But Rin wasn’t done. 

     “Why don’t you care about me anymore, Sae?” His voice cracked slightly, and the defensiveness in it was clear. “Why do you care so much about her? I’m your brother! We’re supposed to be together, but you’re always with her now, and it’s like I don’t even matter!”

     The words hit harder than you thought they would. There was a raw vulnerability to Rin’s frustration, but it was tangled up in jealousy and childish possessiveness. He was a little boy, trying to figure out where he stood in a world that suddenly felt crowded with things he didn’t understand.

     Sae’s usual stoicism faltered for a moment. His eyes darkened, but his voice stayed cool. “I’m not abandoning you, Rin. Stop acting like this.”

     Rin huffed, clearly hurt, but his little face softened, and he crossed his arms tightly in front of him. “Fine,” he muttered, turning away, “do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

     You could feel the air crackling with the weight of the argument. It wasn’t just that Rin was angry at Sae. It was that Rin was angry at you, too, and it hurt more than you cared to admit. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t want to be the cause of their tension, but here you were, standing on the edge of their world.

     “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not sure who you were apologizing to, but feeling the need to say something.

     Sae finally turned his head to you, his expression softening slightly. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

     “Yes, it is!” Rin yelled as he stomped his foot down where he stood. 

     “I think I’m gonna go, it looks like it's gonna rain.” Was all you said before quietly getting off the swing and making your way home. Sae watched as you left, feeling a weird concoction of emotions. 

     "Why do you spend so much time with her?" Rin demands as he and Sae walk home. "She doesn’t even play soccer!"

     Sae sighs. "Not everything is about soccer, Rin."

     "It is for you," Rin counters, glaring. "You always say you don’t have time for distractions, so why is she different?"

     Sae stops walking. Turns to look at Rin with an expression that’s unreadable.

     "Because she makes things feel less heavy," Sae says simply.

     Rin doesn’t understand what that means. And so, Rin finally did what all kids do when they didn’t understand something, he went to his parents.

     At dinner that night, he blurted out, “Why does Nii-chan like Y/n more than me?”

     His parents choked on their food.

     Sae, who had been calmly eating, didn’t even blink. “I don’t.”

     “Yes, you do!” Rin shot back. “You always listen to her first, you always talk to her, and you’re nicer to her than me!”

     Sae sighed, as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child which, to be fair, he was. “That’s not true.”

     “It is!” Rin insisted, looking desperately at his parents. 

     “You always smile when she’s around.”

     Sae blinked, as if he hadn’t realized. “No I don’t?”

     “Yeah, you do! You never do that unless she’s around!”

     “S-shut up, Rin!” Sae blushed, coughing awkwardly.

     Their parents exchanged a look. It was an awkward one.

     “Rin,” their father began, “Sae doesn’t like her more than you. He just… likes her in a different way.”

     Rin frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     His mother hesitated. “Well, sometimes, when people get older, they start to like others in a way that isn’t the same as how they like their family.”

     Rin’s frown deepened. “So, he likes her, but not like a family?”

     Sae cleared his throat feeling a little embarassed. “Can we not do this at dinner?”

     Their father looked at him with amusement. “You’re not denying it.”

     Sae said nothing, simply returning to his food, but the tips of his ears turned red.

     Rin stared at him, then at his parents, utterly lost. “So… does that mean Niichan likes her more than me?”

     His parents groaned.

     “That’s not, ” his mother rubbed her temples. “It’s not about ‘more’ or ‘less.’ It’s just… different.”

     Rin slumped back in his chair, thoroughly confused. “That doesn’t make sense…”

     His father chuckled. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

     Rin grumbled under his breath, stabbing at his food, still unconvinced.

     Sae, meanwhile, didn’t say a word for the rest of dinner. 

     —

     One afternoon, Rin was walking home from school. Today was different, Sae had stayed home sick, and Rin found himself making the journey alone. Lost in thought, he absentmindedly took a different route home, straying from the familiar path he normally took. This led him down an unfamiliar street, one that felt strange and unwelcoming.

     As he walked, a group of middle schoolers, much older than him, suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. They stood there, sizing him up with menacing grins, clearly up to no good. 

     One of them sneered and asked, "Where you going?" 

     Rin, trying to keep calm, simply ignored them, attempting to maneuver around them and continue on his way. But they weren’t having it.

      "Woah, bud, we asked you a question," one of the boys said, grabbing hold of Rin’s backpack and yanking him back roughly. Panic started to set in, and Rin’s thoughts raced. He didn’t want trouble.

     “Go away! My Nii-chan’s gonna beat you up!” Rin shouted, trying to sound tough, but his voice cracked, betraying his fear. The boys only laughed at his attempt to act brave.

     "Aww, little baby gonna cry?" one of them mocked, and they all laughed in unison. Rin couldn’t understand why they were treating him this way. He hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

     But just as the situation was about to escalate, a voice shouted from behind. "You heard the kid, leave him alone!" The boys turned to see you standing a few steps away, eyes narrowed with determination. When they saw you, they laughed, looking you up and down.

     "Look who’s come to the rescue," one of them sneered, but you didn’t flinch. Without warning, you marched up to the biggest bully, who was still holding onto Rin’s backpack, and punched him square in the face with all the force you could muster.

     "Leave, before I call my police officer dad," you said, your voice sharp and unwavering. Rin, who had been frozen in place, blinked in surprise. Your dad had recently been promoted to sergeant in the town’s police force which was also the reason why you moved here. 

     The bullies realized they were standing right in front of your house, and they knew they didn’t want to face the consequences of messing with you. With a gulp, they turned and ran, disappearing down the street.

     Rin stood there, stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Up until that point, he had always seen you as an annoying presence, someone who stuck to his brother like a parasite. But now, in the blink of an eye, you had become someone completely different. You were cool. You saved him. Maybe you weren’t so terrible. 

     "Are you okay, Rin?" you asked, stepping forward and gently checking on him just like Sae would but your tone was far softer than Sae’s. It was as though you had known exactly what he needed, and the way you checked on him was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. Rin, still a little shaken but grateful, nodded.

     "Yeah," he mumbled, still processing everything that had just happened.

     "Want to go grab some ice cream? There’s a shop right over there." You pointed toward a small ice cream shop just down the road. Rin looked over at you, still somewhat speechless, but he nodded again.

     As the two of you walked to the ice cream shop, you turned to him and asked, "So, what were you doing here? This isn’t your usual street."

     Rin felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "I, I made a mistake," he admitted, feeling small under your questioning gaze. He didn’t usually mess up like this, but it felt like his whole world had turned upside down since meeting you.

     Once inside the shop, you asked him what flavor he wanted, and Rin hesitated for a moment. "Blueberry," he said quietly. Normally, Sae would tease him relentlessly for his choice of flavor. Blueberry was a strange choice, and he didn’t understand why anyone would want to risk the inconsistency of it. Some blueberries were tart, some were sweet, and others were mushy. He preferred the safety of strawberry.

     Rin’s eyes widened when he heard you order, "Two blueberry cones."

     "You like blueberry too?" Rin asked, surprised. He had never met anyone else who liked it as much as he did.

     "Yeah!" you replied with a smile, clearly enjoying the simple joy of eating something you liked without worrying about what others thought. Rin was caught off guard by your enthusiasm.

     "Sae doesn’t like it," Rin said, feeling a little embarrassed. "He always makes fun of me for it."

     "Well, Sae can be a little bit of a buzzkill sometimes," you said with a wink, making Rin laugh softly. It was strange to hear you speak about his brother like that, he had always thought you liked Sae far too much to make fun of him like this. 

     As the two of you sat down to enjoy your ice cream, Rin found himself starting to change his mind about you. Maybe he had misjudged you all this time. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

     “Y/n-chan?” He said, terrified that you had hated him from how he’d been treating you ever since you met. But when you looked back at him with just a pure look of curiosity, he felt a little relief in knowing there was still a chance you didn’t completely hate him by now.

     “I’m sorry for all the mean stuff I said about you the other day.” 

     “It’s okay, Rin. I know you didn’t actually mean it.” You reassured, ruffling his hair. He didn’t seem to mind that… for now.

     “I think I was just… a little jealous? It’s a new word we learned in school today. My teacher explained it means feeling upset when someone has something that you really want. I felt jealous because Nii-chan was giving you all of his attention. Mom and Dad told me that it’s because he likes you, but not in a family way, and they said that I’ll understand when I’m older." Rin, without realizing it, had just revealed something about Sae to you.

     “Oh, I see.” You coughed awkwardly before adding, “Rin, it's okay, really. Like I told you before, Sae loves you so much. Don’t ever think that anyone or anything could ever change that.”

     When it was time to head home, you walked Rin back to his house, where Sae was waiting on the doorstep. 

     "Thanks," Sae said, his face turning red when he saw you standing there. He wasn’t used to being caught off guard by you. He had grown worried about where his little brother was and what was taking him so long to get home. He worried and cared about Rin while still being sick. 

     "No problem," you said with a casual shrug, before leaving and making your way back home.

     Rin, still holding his blueberry cone, turned to his brother with a thoughtful expression. "Y/n is kind of cool," he said, his voice quieter than usual. Sae looked at him, stunned.

     "What?" Sae blurted out, his eyes widening in surprise.

     Rin just nodded, a small, genuine smile forming on his face. Maybe he had been wrong about you all along.

     —

     Over the years, Rin's perception of you changed. He didn’t dislike you as much anymore and even started considering you a friend. You played dinosaurs with him whenever you were over and watched his favorite show with him when Sae didn’t want to.

     That said, he never stopped being a pesky brat whenever you and Sae hung out, though he at least learned to give you both some space as you all got older. 

     At times, he’d act as a third wheel just to annoy Sae, secretly enjoying the way his older brother would get frustrated. Rin began to understand what his parents meant when they said Sae liked you differently than how he liked him when you and Sae inevitably started dating. He’d seen it coming, but that didn’t make it any less gross, especially when you two did things like hold hands or share snacks. Ugh.

     One day, just to embarrass Sae in front of you, Rin came up with a ridiculous lie. “Sae, you threw out that bar of soap you cut a hole into, right?”

     “What the hell are you talking about?” Sae yelled. 

     Another time, you and Sae were on his bed, making out, when Rin barged in without so much as a knock. He kept his eyes on the floor, not wanting to witness the scene, but eager to embarrass Sae.

     “Sae, I picked up your butt rash cream from the pharmacy since you forgot. You know about that, right, Y/n? Just letting you know in case you two decide to do anything. Don’t want to be picking up two creams.”

     “Get the fuck out!” Sae yelled, hurling a pillow at Rin before quickly locking the door. He’d thought you two were alone.

     “You know he’s just messing around, right?” Sae gave a nervous smile as he turned back to you. You just chuckled in response. “I-I don’t have a ras—” You cut him off with a kiss, continuing your makeout session from before.

     One day, Rin started acting a little different, and you immediately noticed. After all these years, it reminded you of how Sae acted when he first had a crush on you.

     Oh my god. Rin has a crush.

     “Shh,” you whispered to Sae, who was just as intrigued as you. You nearly gasped when you saw a faint pink flush spread across Rin’s face as he continued talking on the phone. You two were trying to figure out who this mystery girl was that had Rin’s attention.

     “Don’t shush me, woman. You’re being just as loud,” Sae groaned.

     “He’s going to hear us if you don’t shut up!”

     “Maybe Rin was right! I should’ve gotten rid of you long before–” Sae was cut off by the sudden silence on Rin’s end.

     “I’ll call you back later,” Rin said.

     “Aw, okay. Something wrong?” The mystery girl asked. 

     “No, just my idiot older brother and his equally idiotic girlfriend spying on me, thinking they’re doing a good job at hiding it. I can see your fat-ass head from a mile away, Sae!” Rin called out.

     “Oh, fuck you!” Sae yelled back.

     “Yeah, go back to the blunt bangs you had as a kid. I don’t know why you style it pushed back.”

     “Shut up! Y/n loves my forehead! She kisses it every night before bed!” Sae yelled.

     “They seem fun,” the girl on the line laughed.

     “Yeah, they’re kind of like my second set of parents, so I can’t get rid of them even if I wanted to,” Rin sighed, rubbing his temples. He politely ended the call with the girl before sending Sae and you a death glare. 

     “Aw!” You ignored his look, instead feeling a warm, unexpected flutter in your chest. You knew that the past ill feelings Rin harboured for you disappeared by now but to hear him say he saw you as close family melted your heart. 

     “This is why I said Isagi’s a better soccer player than you!” Sae shouted.

     “You take that back!” Rin yelled, clearly offended. It hit a nerve, especially since Rin had been Sae’s D1 glazer since childhood. He was still shocked the day they faced off, Blue Lock vs. U-20, and Sae had said Isagi would bring Japan the victory. That family dinner that night? Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.

     “Sae, shut the hell up! Rin just said he saw me as a second parent!” You cut through their bickering.

     “Uh, he mentioned me too.”

     “Who cares? I’m talking about me.”

     “Oh, for the love of God,” Sae groaned before whispering to Rin “Is it too late to get rid of her?”

     Rin shook his head, confirming his older brother’s fear of it being way too late now.

[hoseoksluna]

BOOKWORMS | knj

pairing: boyfriend!namjoon x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.4k

summary: namjoon thinks of you when he reads a smut scene in his book.

warnings: boyfriend namjoon!!!, kimi namijoon reading, mentions of sex (riding), oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, the importance of consent, teasing, raw sex, breeding kink <3, big dick namu!!, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, joonie's chain dangling in ur face, tummy bulge, creampie, bruising, hickeys, aftercare:(

note: it took blood, sweat and tears (hehe) to write this and i'm so happy it's finally here!! i loved writing about namjoon. he's my whole soul and the entirety of my heart and i have to write abt him again soon. please take your time reading this and enjoy urself! let me know what you think in the comments mwah (or tell me anonymously in my inbox) and as i always say please like and if u want to - reblog, but i won't pressure u baby. love love you!!

side note: if you want to jump straight to the smut, it's right under the asterisks &lt;;3

You revel, you truly do, in seeing your boyfriend in such a serene state of mind. 

Nose buried in a book, Namjoon pays no mind to the surroundings fleeting by him with each flutter of his eyelashes. It goes unnoticed by him, strangely so, how you tidy up the apartment you share. How you feed the two cats that chose you and him to be their human parents. How you fondle their soft ears. How you bend over the furniture to whisper ‘pspsps’ at them when they need a moment away from you just to see their round eyes look up at you stupidly. Namjoon usually observes these moments; this utmost natural behavior of yours. He draws strength from the homeliness of it all with each and every swell of his lungs. Needs it to survive. That is until he gets a hold of that one papery portal and sits comfortably on the couch, one ankle propped over the knee. Then, he ceases to exist in this world. 

You’re happy for him. Over time, you’ve come to find that you have a certain fondness for the way he remains stoic. Because you always know what kind of book he’s reading, a smile blossoms on its own over the line of your lips whenever your eye catches the sculpture-like look on his face. It’s like even if he let himself hold his breath, his consciousness would waver back to the earth and the wretched awareness that he’s here, among mortals and the unfair capitalist system aftermath, would stream in his bloodstream, poisoning his experience. It takes the leisure out of it and makes the bed for misery instead. He doesn’t like it. Hates it, in fact. It’s a necessity that he focuses, as he embarks on the journey, because he does it for you.

Namjoon confides in his feelings and his literature with you almost on a daily basis. On the same couch, with the same cats snoring faintly, their small bodies spilling over the perimeter of your tangled legs. Doesn’t matter if it’s his thigh or the curve of your hip. The animals always find a warm crook to doze in, eavesdropping in, with their curious little ears, on the conversations you’re having. Though you reckon they like the meat of his thigh the best. You do, too. Can’t really blame them. The same serenity that intimately knows the person of Namjoon perceives the person of you when he prompts you to rest your head on his lap while he brushes his book-kissed fingers through the silky waterfall of your hair. Thoroughly explains the intricacies of the plot he’s invested in to you. Describes the characters as if they’re real people he’s become acquainted with. They are real to you as you listen. As you ask additional questions and gaze up at his eyes just to catch that one body of a shooting star fiery hot in the glossiness of his eyes. As you wonder, openly, what will happen to them.

“I’ll tell you when they tell me.” He sunk the promise onto the smooth skin of your forehead with the pucker of his lips.

It’s how you discovered, in all seriousness, that the plaster of his stoicism breaks during these literary moments.

Various colors of emotion tug and twist his features, the bare kind. The unrestrained kind. You know it’s a relief for him when the dam bursts open, soaking you in the beauty of humanness one only finds in literature these days. You can’t help but fall in love with him all over again when his eyebrows furrow. When his orbs nearly burn a hole in the ceiling when he’s trying to think of the right word that will ultimately help him convey the unfolding of the storyline. When he gives up and weaves English into his sentences, relying on his hands to say what his overstimulated brain fails to do. 

He reads to pass knowledge to you. The serenity whispered it into the chambers of your heart, a puff of hot breath in winter’s cold. It soothingly rubbed his shoulders when Namjoon told you there used to be a time when he couldn’t stand the sight of his books lining up the walls of his apartment. Wanted to burn it down and watch as the evidence of his melancholy dies in front of him. Because that’s what most of his book collection consisted of back then. The innermost shadowy faces of his pain. Loneliness. Sadness. Despair from life, from it not being enough for him, from it not saving a spot there for him–not once throughout the course of his life. That’s why he reads different kinds of books now. Ones that do not reflect his survival before you.

The reader has to get wiser, ruffled by life in order to gain more, gain what they need from those once deeply loved pages. It’s what the serenity believes. It’s what you believe and hope for Namjoon. That one day, somehow by the healing of the love you give him, he will look back and pick a souvenir from that moonless country of pain. Put it up somewhere between the spines of his new cluttered collection. Look at it from time to time and sense that it’s telling him something. Something that will fill the stitched-up cracks in his heart with sunlight. Something that he will pass over to you. It’s your love language after all. Namjoon reads because you read. It’s his own personal healing thing. 

You two are just a pair of two bookworms. Unfit for the world outside. Fit for the land you two created. Whose soil you take care of together.

***

Dinner is almost ready by the time you feel his fingertips gripping your hips. You hum, acknowledging his presence. Glad for the homely heat that radiates off of his body and seeps into your bones as you stir the risotto you decided to make on the stove. Coldness had been embracing you all day while he read so you’re overjoyed that he ripped it away from you.

Namjoon places a kiss on your temple and you sigh in relief. You might be too dependent on him, but so is he. He wouldn’t be nuzzling his face in your hair, squeezing your waist, peppering kisses on your tender skin if he wasn’t. It’s the perfect balance. And it’s not that you’re not able to be away from each other. The principle of looking forward to one another is what makes it so sweet, so endurable for the pair of you. Of the coming back and coming into contact at the end of the day. It’s natural. Simple. Human.

“Missed me?” Namjoon husks into your ear. 

You smirk and turn off the stove, turning around to face him. “Terribly.”

His body is clad in a black T-shirt that fits his broad figure well and a pair of baggy sweats of the same color, having discarded the warm crewneck he was wearing earlier somewhere in the universe of his book. A long silver chain twinkles in the middle of his chest in the yellow light. You caress it with your fingers and leave your palm there, on the hardness of his pecs. 

“I finished the book,” he says and you blink up at him. You’re not surprised at all. “Couldn’t put it down.”

Sleepy wrinkles have left their mark on his face from the cozy position he laid in for too long on the couch. His short sunlit hair, grown healthily from his military service, is tousled in all directions and you smooth it down for him. How did God bless you with such a beautiful man is something you’ll wonder about for the rest of your life. 

“What happened to Theo in the end?” you ask, genuinely curious about whether one of the characters you’ve grown attached to is okay after all the shit the author put him through. 

Namjoon was reading a coming-of-age book about a boy named Theo. A panorama of his childhood and adolescent life, you’ve heard all about it. Namjoon cared a lot about this story, cared a lot about the protagonist’s emotions and reactions to the reappearing storms. What made him stick with it, despite the nearly triggering themes, is the fact that Theo never let go of his optimism no matter what. It was incredibly inspiring for Namjoon. Something new. Something that he never thought could be possible. You’re proud of him for daring to read a book so reminiscent of his past.

“You’re not gonna believe it,” Namjoon says, a blush creeping along his cheeks.

You raise one of your eyebrows in question. 

“Theo got laid,” Namjoon reveals, laughing softly. “I’m so happy for him.”

You gasp and burst into giggles. “What?”

“He got some!” 

Your laughter rises in volume. “He lost his virginity and that’s the end?”

“It was a big moment for him. A triumph of some kind. Like he shed his old skin and left that broken life behind. It was amazing.” Namjoon’s eyes glint with tiny shooting stars and you melt. He always finds poetic meanings in the varieties of the character arcs. You think you just fell in love with him all over again. 

“That’s really beautiful,” you admit. It reminds you of something. Of something quite personal. “My first time with you changed my life as well.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows curl in tenderness. Dragon eyes widen and round in fervent emotion. He squeezes his arms around you, enfolding you in a hug. Kisses you warmly. Strokes your hair down your back. Your own eyes pool with little tears with the intimate knowledge that you chose the right person to unfold your raw femininity with. No one, no man other than him could have created such a safe for that to happen.

“Tell you what,” Namjoon says a bit hoarsely. “I saw us in it.”

You hum, encouraging him to continue. Crave for more of his thoughts and confidential findings. Its fire spreading through your body, as each word of his registers in your brain, always makes you feel phenomenally alive. You’re not timid to avow that it’s your addiction. Shame doesn’t know you.

“Elena was on top and he was watching her. In awe of her,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek with the tip of his thumb. “Made me think of our last time. A life changing experience of mine as well.”

You welcome the fire and suspire with sudden desire, eyes lidding. Your heart begins to thump. Namjoon studies your reaction. 

“You remember well, don’t you?” He nudges his nose against yours. “I was in awe of you just the same.” 

It’s impossible not to remember. The memory consumes your mind every waking hour. Gets you needy in ways you haven’t felt before. Namjoon had you sat on his lap among the fluffiness of your innumerable pillows and plushies. Had you do all the work as he focused on the sleekness of your freshly moisturized calves, its coconut aroma interfused with the scent of sex and the euphony of your bounces, ragged breaths and broken moans making his head all fucked up. He was loud himself, more loud than you ever recalled him being. Reading your body at the mercy of the pleasure his hard length was giving you with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Not once did he take his eyes off of you, not once did he help you. Just gripped your calves. Your thighs. Your tits all in his face. Only when you came hard, out of your own delightful merit, did his eyes roll back. You left his hips glazed with the evidence of your well-deserved orgasm, a porcelain statue made glossy.

A little later, during your pillow talk, he told you he’d found the idea of you using him while getting yourself off extremely hot. Made him more hard than he’d been in a while. Begged you to be even more selfish next time, adding an indistinct, ‘well, of course, if you want’ to the end of his sentence because he’s Namjoon.

“I do,” you breathe. “Touched myself to it this morning while you were still asleep.”

Namjoon groans. “God.” He kisses the side of your neck. Gets close to your ear. “You wanna do it again, hm? Wanna fuck me?” 

You might burst. His closeness, his heat, his need to ask for your consent turns you unstable. You’re choked up on your words, mind too fuzzy to say something. Turned on. Fucked up.

“You wanna show me how you touched yourself?” Namjoon continues, but you shake your head against the side of his face. 

You had touched yourself in the shower. Couldn’t say no to the impulse. Sharing that part of you for his eyes to see isn’t something you’re quite ready for. To you, it’s still something that’s yours. Something private. A courage you have yet to pluck up. You’re afraid to give him this last part of your femininity.

“Not today,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his neck. Feel him shiver. “I’m sorry. Do you mind?”

Withdrawing from your neck, Namjoon looks you dead in the eye, brows twisted in stern seriousness. “Don’t ever apologize for something like that again. Hear me when I say that.”

You squeeze his shoulder, the corners of your mouth lowering in a pout. Thankfulness grips your heart and suddenly it’s hard to breathe. 

“You know this is why we do this right?” he asks you. “Why I ask you these questions? I need to always know what you’re comfortable with so I don’t make a mistake.”

You nod. “Yes, Namjoon, I know and I’m so thankful.”

“Good. I’ll never push you to do anything you don’t want. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t.” 

“That’s my girl. 

You grab him by the back of his neck and engulf him in a hug. Luckiest girl in the world? That you are. The fact that you’re his is still something you can’t wrap your head around.

“We can stop. We don’t even have to do anything tonight—”

“No, Namjoon.” You withdraw. “Look.” Wrapping your hand around his wrist, you slip his hand beneath the confines of your panties. 

His breath shakes when he reaches your soaked folds. He traces your hole with his middle finger and your hips follow his movement, the pleasure so faint but so good that you flutter your eyes closed.

“Fuck, baby.” 

“Yeah, I need you. Need more,” you breathe out. “Can’t leave me like this, can you?”

Namjoon hums. “No, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of this pussy.” 

He kisses you. Massages his tongue against yours. You buck your hips into his hand and Namjoon hears your body language. Takes his fingers up and rubs your swollen clit from side to side, quickening his pace as he swallows your moans down his throat. Gets angry at your tight leggings hindering him in giving you more, so he gets on his knees and swiftly pulls them down along with your underwear. 

“Sit on the counter.”

You comply right away. Namjoon takes your feet in his hands and gently removes your slippers, removing your garments fully so they don’t pool around your ankles. He needs your legs spread and he needs them spread wide for what he’s about to do to you. 

Torso long enough to reach you, he remains on his knees. Runs his hands up the back of your thighs to guide you into the position he wants you in. “Lock your arms around the back of your knees. Don’t let go.”

You do as he says, biting your lips in nervousness. Intertwine your hands together. Prepare yourself to die. 

Namjoon studies your dewy pussy, index and middle finger mimicking the letter V as he slides them up and down your folds, squeezing just right to hear you mewling. Your knees being so close together makes her look a lot more pillowy and you hear Namjoon breathe hard, absolutely hypnotized by the beauty of your flesh. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my hand.” He withdraws his fingers to show you how your slick trickles down the lines on his palm, changing the course of his life once and for all. 

Your clit throbs, breath matching his. “Please, Namjoon.”

He curses inaudibly. Brings his fingers back down to your folds, squeezes your lips and your clit together. Hisses at the sweet whimpery sounds spilling out of your mouth. Presses tighter so you whine needily for him. Takes you into his mouth when he accomplished what he wanted, tonguing your clit in slow agonizing circles that has you buckling your hips again. Puts his hands on your thighs to keep you down, flicking fast to absolutely abuse the fuck of you. Dragon eyes zeroing on yours, he gives you the hypnosis that your pussy did to him as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. You can’t even scream. Can’t breathe. The pleasure overwhelms you wholly and straps you down. There’s nothing you can do but take it. 

You come hard on his tongue. Namjoon laps it all up gladly. And when he’s finished, he stands up and slips those two digits that ruined you into your hole. Doesn’t move them. Lets you adjust instead.

“One more,” he mutters. “Please.”

You nod.

“Use your words or we’re stopping.”

You groan and close your eyes, your thighs visibly shaking in your iron grip from your orgasm. “Yes, Namjoon, one more. I’ll come for you.”

Namjoon places a wet kiss on your thigh to praise you, and to thank you as well. Begins to move his fingers promptly, but can’t seem to get enough of your skin. Proceeds to make it shiny with his liquid love, sucking it to bruise you. To remember this moment a little more fondly in the morning. 

Creating a trail up to the back of your knee, his digits pick up the speed. The pool of slick you left in his palm sloshes with each rapid thrust of his hand. He looks back at you and sees you lost in the pleasure, eyes lidded and unfocused. “Look at me.” 

You do, weakly.

“Just a little bit more and I’ll fuck you, all right?”

You’re about to nod, but decide against it. “Mhm, yes, Namjoon, fuck.” 

He smiles down at you. Your relief inches closer. “I’m so proud of you for speaking up today. For letting me know.” 

You could cry right now. Because of his fingers making you feel so good. Because of his kindness making you feel so safe. It all closes in on you and you whimper. 

Abruptly, Namjoon unravels your grip on your knees and kisses you, tongue slipping in. You come all over his hand, without meaning to, and he doesn’t stop. On the contrary, Namjoon fucks you harder. Takes all four of his fingers and strums your clit, prolonging your orgasm, swallowing down all of your moans. 

“Come on.”

Namjoon helps you down. If it weren’t for his arms holding you steady, you would’ve collapsed on the floor. Your legs shake, muscles taut and tense. 

“I got you.”

Sat on the floor with his joggers and boxers pulled beneath his crotch, he pulls you down on his lap. A wisp of precum adorns his tip and you wrap your hand around it, collecting it with your thumb. Watch him as you swirl your tongue around the digit before sucking on it, letting go with an obscene pop. Namjoon licks his lips, hands clasping your hips hard enough to bruise you. Twitches in your other hand.

“Don’t fucking do that to me, baby.” 

You laugh almost inaudibly, drunk on him. “Are you gonna come in me?” 

He replaces your hand, holding his length at the base for you to sink down. And you do, gasping softly at his thickness. Your dewiness helps it to be a smooth ride.

“Gonna pump you full. Leave you dripping,” he promises, voice restrained. “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.” 

One thing about Namjoon, he’s a man of his word. 

Seated perfectly on him, he waits for you to adjust. Alleviates the tremble of your thighs with his palms, massaging the muscles. Takes off your shirt and flings it across the kitchen. Gropes your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You start to grind on him, throwing your head back. He latches onto your nipple and flicks the nub with his tongue. You lose your mind, leaking down his balls. 

“Ready?” he asks against the fullness of your breast. 

“Yeah, fuck me, Joon.” 

He thrusts into you once to watch you fall apart. Locks your arms behind your back. Grabs your forearms for his use.

“You forgot something.”

He thrusts again, harder this time.

“What?” you breathe out, meekly. 

“What word do you use when you want to ask for something?”

He watches you as you work it out in your brain. Fucks into you three more times, equally hard, to disrupt you. 

“Fuck, sorry. Please, Joon, please.”

He grinds, hips rotating in circles. 

“Uh-huh, that’s right. Now use it.” 

Namjoon envelops your tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. Sucking. Keeping up the agonizing pace. Groaning when you clench down on him. 

“Please, hmph, fuck me.”

Your breast bounces back when he lets go, biting his lip. “Knew you could do it,” he coos. “Smart fucking girl.” 

He begins to fuck you properly. Thrusting up and down as he holds you steady, keeping his eyes locked on yours. As he takes control of your squirming, leaving his fingerprints on your forearms and waist. You’re breathless, whimpering, on the verge of sobbing. So turned on and needy for him that the emotions brim in you, threatening to spill over. 

“Aren’t you?” Namjoon continues. “Aren’t you a smart girl?” 

You nod, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I’m a smart girl.” 

He spanks your ass to reward you and you arch your back. Tits all in his face. He’s mesmerized watching them bounce and nearly slap against each other, nubs hard and pointed. He licks them up, flicking them with his tongue. You round your shoulders a little in pleasure, his strong grip not letting you fold like your body wants. 

“That’s right. So smart and good for me. So fucking wet. Making me lose my mind.”

Namjoon kisses you. Inhales you. Withdraws only for a mere second before he’s back, tongue in, toying with you the way you like it. You feel your relief calling your name.

“Namjoon, I’m so fucking close. I’m so close. I’m gonna come,” you whine, forehead pressed against his, face twisted in ecstasy.

Namjoon stops out of the blue and slips out of you. You whine loudly, but before you know it, he carries you to the couch and lays you down on it. Takes off all of his clothes until only his silver chain remains, shining bright in the dim light. He spreads your legs, one limb over the backrest, the other around his thigh. Grips his length and tugs at it a few times, the feeling of your wetness making him slippery pulling moan after moan out of him. 

He enters you again and resumes his fast pace, holding your calf in his hand. “Smart girls come on the couch, not on the floor like whores. You got that?” 

You nod almost too eagerly, fucked out beyond measure. “Yes, Joon, please make me come. Please, come here.” 

Namjoon leans towards you, propping his elbows by your head, cradling you. “I’m here. I’m gonna make you come.” 

From this angle, he fucks you more deeply than before, his tip reaching your cervix. You roll your eyes back, but bring them right back to his face when his chain taps you on the chin. You find it so hot that you grind your hips against his, meeting his thrusts, encouraging him to fuck you harder. The chain meets you in erratic staccatos and you scratch your nails down his bare back, the sword-like pendant hurting you in a way that you like. 

Namjoon notices. Slows down his movements. Pinches the chain from the back of his neck. Prompts you to lift your head and slides it over, letting it rest in the middle of your breasts. Then fucks you back into the couch.  

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “Gonna breed you. Hm. You want that, don’t you?”

The cord tightens in your lower belly. The bulge of where his tip is hitting you nudges him in his stomach and he looks down. Curses. 

“Look.” 

You follow his eyes and moan. “Namjoon, Namjoon, please come in me. I’m so close. Wanna feel you. Please.” 

He grunts, nodding his head. Licks his fingertips and presses them against your clit. Pleasures you in fast and swift jerks until you’re knocking your head back. Only when he grabs your jaw and kisses you does the cord snap, his lips being your ultimate undoing. 

Namjoon presses you down with his body, keeps you calm and collected. Kisses you all through it, your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. Then his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock twitches in you. He gives you one final hard thrusts and fills you up, groaning against your mouth.

You’re smoothing down the sting of your scratches on his back when he pulls out of you and his cum drips out of you. You wish you could see what he sees, hand on his mouth, careful to catch his drool. You push out more for him and he curses, fondling your pussy with his thumb before he pumps it back in. 

He comes back to you and kisses you. Fixes your hair. Caresses your cheek. Helps you stand on your feet as he leads you into the shower. Washes every inch of your body, heedful of the bruises he left on the back of your thigh. Lathers your hair in your favorite shampoo. Wraps you in a towel. Wanted to moisturize your body, but you told him off, knowing both of you would get horny again. You let him brush your hair, though, placing a comb in his hand. He’s gentle as he undoes the knots, then he blowdries your hair. 

And you do the same for him.

Once the pillow touches your cheeks, you’re both out like a light. 

© 2024 hoseoksluna, all rights reserved.

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[dinokiwii]

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED heres sunkist

preferably he would be a blond phase black bear but i couldnt find any pngs….so normal black bear will do.

but basically the black mesa facility is much less corrupt than the hl game and focuses on rescue/sanctuary/conservation awareness! coomer is the spokesperson pretty much, he works on the awareness aspect and teaches people about wildlife conservation. tommy works directly with the animals for the most part, especially sunkist. bubby is more science-centered, and doesn’t really work one-on-one with the animals (but he does like them a lot. just doesn’t show it). benry is a security guard for the center and knows shit fuck about animals BUT he has a high respect for them and starts learning more through his friendship with tommy.

im drawing them as i speak :3c i have doodles from months ago when i originally made the au but its mostly benry (to no surprise sadly) i might post those later but for now i need to prioritize drawing this silly bear and his companion!

more random facts/character info/dynamics in tags!

would anybody be interested in my wildlife center hlvrai au…

[e-vay]

("Sonic") Hands Study

I get asked a lot how I draw hands, and particularly how I draw hands in the "Sonic" style. Let me preface by saying I am mostly self-taught, so please do your research and study what techniques work best for you. The following demonstration is what I personally use to help me draw hands in general and–more specifically–how I draw “Sonic” hands. This is less of a tutorial and more of a series of observations.

*And remember, there are always exceptions to the rules!*

I personally believe before you can go about stylizing hands, you have to understand how to draw hands in the first place. Afterall, I think you have to know the rules before you can best bend/break them. Think about super stylized hands in animation like the characters from Atlantis or Hercules. Even though these hands are unlike what we see in real life, they still look and feel ‘natural’ because the artists understand how hands function and are able to bend the rules while still demonstrating proper anatomy. 

Sources: [x] [x]

I highly recommend studying the anatomy of a hand. It’s educational and fascinating! There are plenty of free resources online!

I understand many people find hands intimidating to draw, but the best way to learn how to draw anything is by breaking it down into shapes. Everything is made up of shapes.

3 is the magic number

In simple terms, our hands can be seen in patterns of 3. Your palm can be broken into 3 segments that can move semi-independently. Your fingers are composed of 3 segments each (proximal, middle, distal). There are 3 phalangeal joints per finger. The average shape a person’s fingertips make when aligned is a triangle (a 3-sided shape), with the middle finger being the highest most point of the triangle and the other fingers cascading down (there are exceptions to this rule). Keeping the number 3 in mind will help you remember how hands/fingers articulate. 

Everything is connected

Even though elements of your hand can move somewhat independently, every movement influences the other segments of the hand. Notice when you put one finger down how (most likely) at least one other finger moves slightly? Or notice how you can only do certain gestures with the assistance of your other fingers or sections of your palm? Keeping in mind how segments of the hand affect the others will help make your drawings feel more organic and less stiff.

I usually start with the palm (or back of the hand) first and that determines where everything else falls into place.

Once you grasp how hands work, that’s when I believe you can determine how stylized you want to get. There is a very large range of drawings hands from super realistic to very simplistic.

If you’re wanting to emulate a certain style, you have to study it and learn how it works.

"Sonic" hands

As far as Sonic hands go, it depends on which version you’re best hoping to emulate. Notice how the styles vary even throughout the franchise?

In the 3D video games, Sonic characters tend to have what I classify as more ‘cartoon-y’ hands while in illustrated media, it often leans more towards realism. (Note I said ‘leans towards,’ not full realism). How and why is that?

Let’s break it down into shapes again, Sonic Style! Pt 1

In many of the 3D rendered media, the characters’ fingers are made of more round shapes. The models also don’t conform to realistic proportions. The tips of the fingers are usually larger than the segments closer to the palms (the middle and proximal phalanges), and this helps to deviate them from a more realistic look. Speaking of proportions, the hands overall tend to be disproportionately larger than the rest of the characters’ bodies. This also makes it feel more like a cartoon, even without resorting to a super simplified, 3-fingered hand like Mickey Mouse or Bob Belcher.

Breaking down shapes, Sonic Style! pt 2

Illustrated samples vary depending on the artist/studio, but I’ve noticed that in general, illustrated Sonic characters’ hands tend to have more square/rectangular shapes. The phalanx proportions often resemble what we see in real life, with the fingertips tapering down in size compared to the segments closest to the palm. The overall size of the hands in proportion to the body are still larger than that of real humans, but they tend to be closer in proportion compared to their 3D counterparts. This is why in illustrations, the characters are more capable of crossing their arms, interlacing their fingers, or making other natural hand gestures.

Also, notice in these examples, there’s more detail to the hands than what you’d find on a Looney Tunes character? There are often folds in the material of the gloves, some knuckle definition present, more natural bends to the fingers. However, the hands are almost never as detailed as that of say, a Dragon Ball character where you’re seeing muscle tendons, veins, definition of each finger segment, finger nails, etc.

Sources: Dragon Ball Z, The Looney Tunes Show

MY STYLE

With all that in mind, I happen to find the sweet spot for the Sonic character style right in this range:

Everyone has their own preferences and it’s up to you to decide what you like best, but this is what I prefer. 

MY STYLE - Cont’d

I use a blend of the two previous Sonic styles I mentioned, Cartoon-Round + SemiRealistic-Square. I like to go with a more “Squoval” shape (rounded squares) to the fingers. I try to keep the fingers in a naturally proportionate scale with the ends tapering down in size, but the overall size of the hands are still bigger than what you’d see in real life. I like to add a bit more detail when warranted, but I personally rarely resort to definition in the tendons/veins or complex wrinkles in the bends of the fingers (unless it suits a specific character or emotion). 

Like I said, this is less of a tutorial and more a series of observations. But perhaps looking at hands in the way that I do might help you with your own drawings! You should absolutely do your own studies to find what works best for you. But I hope you found this helpful in some way!

[waywardwarren]

A Performance For The End Of It All...

Non-Animated version :3

This was mostly a test to see if i could make something interesting with a simple loop animation! I think it turned out pretty nice, here's to seeing how poorly tumblr will compress my fun gif.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Model

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warnings: Like one dirty comment

You knew Mattheo a little from classes. You shared a few here and there throughout the years and would talk when you were sat next to each other. You wouldn’t exactly classify him as a friend, more like an acquaintance. You, of course, knew his reputation-the fights and drinking and smoking, being the Dark Lord’s son. It wasn’t exactly good and pure. Yet he was always kind to you when you spoke, making jokes to make you laugh. You didn’t exactly see him as this purely evil boy that people make him out to be. Sure, he got into fights and did things he wasn’t supposed to, but don’t most guys do that anyways?

You noticed a lot of things about him, just from observing him. Things like he preferred sweets over anything else, he always loaded his coffee with sugar and creamer, he befriended some of the animals around Hogwarts like the stray cats and crows, anytime he got new converse, he would draw on them the first day. None of these things exactly screamed “evil” to you.

The one thing you never noticed about him though, would be in the classes that you did have together that you were apart from each other in, he would draw you. He liked how focused you looked in class as you took notes. He liked how the pen looked in your hands. He liked how your legs looked, especially the softness of your thighs when you sat down. He liked the little bit of your chest he could see when you unbuttoned the top buttons of your shirt when it was too hot. He liked how soft your hair looked and the small strands that fell whenever you’d put your hair up. He liked how you’d pull the school robe around you whenever you got cold in class. He liked you.

So, instead of focusing on class, he would sketch you. It could be your hands, or your face, or the back of your head, or your legs when you crossed them under the desk. Whatever he could see or whatever caught his attention the most. 

His friends would joke around and call him creepy or a stalker, but he just thought you were too beautiful not to draw. How could he not when you just looked so…he had no words to really describe how he thought. Beautiful was okay. Gorgeous, maybe. Ethereal? Yeah, that would be the closest he could get to how he felt.

“You know, you could easily be a model.” Mattheo said as he was sat across the desk from you in one of your classes, his head resting in his hand as he looked at you.

You blushed and smiled. “Thanks, but I’m not sure about that.” You said, looking up from your work to look at him.

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I don’t think I’m that pretty.”

He raised his eyebrows. That was just absurd to him. “Would you mind modeling for me anyways? I’d like practice drawing from a live model.” He asked, biting back the urge to tell you how wrong you were.

“You wanna draw me?” You asked with a bit of amusement and disbelief.

“I’d like to try something new rather than just drawing nature.” He said, and it was a half lie. It definitely wasn’t new to draw you, but it would be new to draw you posing for him.

“I suppose I can do that. What’s in it for me?” You asked, tilting your head with a small, teasing smile.

“My company.” He smiled back, just as teasingly.

“And what makes you think I would want that?”

“Who doesn’t? I mean, look at me.” He leaned back in his seat and gestured to himself.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Not a ‘no’, though.”

“How about you get me some butter beer next time we’re at Hogsmeade and you got a deal?” You say, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Are you proposing a date with me, Miss (Y/L/N)?” He teased, his smile growing.

“No, simply saying you owe me, Mr, Riddle.”

“Deal.” He said just as class ended. “Meet me tomorrow after breakfast in the courtyard, yeah?”

“Okay.” You said as you both were putting away your things. “See you then.” You shot him a smile as you stood up and left the classroom.

The next day was Saturday, so there were no classes. You ate breakfast in the Great Hall before heading out to the courtyard and spotted Mattheo standing under the tree. He was smoking, but immediately put it out as soon as he saw you walking towards him.

“Smoking this early?” You asked teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the speech. It'll kill me, I should stop, find another outlet.” He said sarcastically.

“Am I that predictable?” You joked, smiling at him as you stopped just a couple of feet away from him.

“How about you drop the sass and just sit here and look pretty for me?” He cocked his head, challenging you.

“So bossy. You're gonna draw me out here?” You asked, looking around.

“Best lighting here this time of day.” He said. “You're not backing out on me now, are you?” 

“I didn't say that. Where would you like me?” You said as you looked back at him.

“Here.” He gestured to one of the stone arches where you could sit.

You sat down on the arch, crossing your legs. “How would you like me?”

He tilted his head as he stared at you for a moment. “Lean back on your hands.” He said as he sat down a little away from you.

You leaned back on your hands, otherwise not changing anything else. “Like that?”

“Yeah.” He nodded as he grabbed his sketchbook from his bag. “Now just sit and look pretty for me.” He gave you a cheeky smile before starting to draw you.

You sat there for a few moments, just letting him draw before speaking up. “You know, when you asked me to model for you, I thought you were gonna try sneaking in some way to get me naked.”

“I was gonna work my way up. Earn your trust.” He said playfully, smirking as he glanced up at you.

You took a pinecone next to you and threw it at him, just grazing his arm, before getting back in the pose.

“Hey! I was joking!” He laughed, brushing the dirt from the pinecone off of his sleeve. “Though, I definitely won't complain if you did wanna pose naked for me.”

“You're disgusting.” You shot back in a teasing manner.

“Okay, okay, I'll leave it alone.” He said before going back to drawing. “Now sit still.”

“Demanding.” You muttered.

“You know, most models don't talk when they're being drawn.”

“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking?”

“I was trying to be subtle.”

“Rude.” You muttered again and he gave you a playful glare, but made no further comment.

You let him draw you in silence from there, minus his quiet mutters to himself. He loved being able to look at you with an excuse, he loved admiring all the small details-any scars, freckles, moles-all the imperfections that he thought made you look perfect.

He finally finished, looking between you and the drawing, making sure he got everything.

“Alright, I'm done. You wanna see it?” He asked, giving you a moment to stretch.

“Yeah, let's see it.” You said as you stood up, walking over to him.

He turned his sketchbook around towards you, looking just a little sheepish.

“Woah.” You took the sketchbook from him to get a better look. “Are you sure this is me? This person is way too beautiful.” You chuckled.

“That's how I see you.” He shrugged, trying to make it seem like it's not a big deal.

“You think I'm this pretty?” You asked, looking up at him now.

“I don't think I could ever do you justice, if I'm honest.” He admitted, the slightest blush dusting his cheeks. That was so embarrassing to admit for him.

“You mean that?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” He said and stood up. “I, um…I’ve always thought you were pretty. Well, ‘pretty’ doesn’t even begin to cover how I think.” He gave you a cute, but embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck as the blush deepened.

You could feel your own face heat up. “Well, I think you did a really good job with the drawing. This definitely does me justice.” You said, turning your attention back to the drawing.

“I could always use more practice, you know.” He said, not looking away from you.

“Are you asking me to model for you again?” You asked, eyes flicking back up to him.

“Yeah.”

You smiled, looking back at the drawing for a second before looking back at him. “Fine, but that means you’ll owe me two butter beers.”

“I guess I can do that.” His smile widened.

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[wordsmeetwbb]

Not Just Friends

Word count: 1.8k

Content: fluff

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: I needed a break from writing smut so here's a little something about Paige and Azzi figuring out they're gay! Obviously we don't know how this happened (if it happened, but let's be honest. they play women's basketball. the odds are high.), but this is just my take on how I think those realizations would have gone. Enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think!

________

Paige was 16 when she realized that what she felt for Azzi was more than just friendship. It was August, just over a year after they had met during USA basketball. They had settled into a routine over the summer. Although they were separated by half the country, they were closer than ever.

Every evening around eight o’clock, Paige Facetimed Azzi. More often than not, Azzi picked up on the first ring and they stayed on the call until one of them (Azzi) fell asleep. Paige missed Azzi with every fiber of her being, but she knew she was lucky to talk to Azzi as much as she did. She felt lucky that Azzi wanted to talk to her as much as she did.

On one of those Facetime calls, late into the night, Paige was yapping to Azzi while the brunette struggled to keep her eyes open. Really, it wasn’t Azzi’s fault. It was nearly two in the morning and Paige hadn’t stopped talking since midnight. She had tried to annoy Azzi into staying awake for a while, but then she felt bad and let the tired girl drift off, content to provide background noise with the endless amount of stories she wanted to tell Azzi.

“And then she like, she just fuckin’ chopped it! All of it! Like a foot of hair, Az. And I was like, ‘That’s crazy,’ and she was like ‘Not all of us have emotional attachments to our hair, Paige,’ but that’s not fair. I’m not emotionally attached, I’m just picky about my gameday hair, y’know?” Paige rambled to a mostly unconscious Azzi.

“Mhm,” Azzi mumbled. Through the screen, Paige could see the way the younger girl was nestled into the pile of blankets on her bed, clutching a unicorn stuffed animal. She smiled softly.

“Anyway, she tried to tell me I should cut my hair. And obviously, I said no, because how am I gonna do gameday braids with a fucking pixie cut, right? But she just wouldn’t let up so-” Paige cut herself off when she saw Azzi’s face relax. If she really thought about it, the reason she talked so much on these calls was because she knew Azzi fell asleep easier with background noise. And if she was extra motivated by the way the younger girl looked so peaceful in her sleep, well, that was her business and no one else’s.

Paige’s eyes traced every curve, line, and crease of Azzi’s face. Her skin glowed even in the dim room, the color darker than usual from the time she’d spent in the summer sun. Paige was confident that if she had any artistic ability whatsoever she’d be able to draw Azzi perfectly from memory. The way her eyelashes rested on her cheeks with her eyes closed, the light pink tint to her nose from a little too much time outside, the curve of her plump lips- Paige had it all memorized.

Paige hated ruining these soft moments where she just got to look at Azzi without the younger girl complaining about it, but as her eyes wandered around her face a thought popped into her head.

I’ve never looked at a guy like this. Paige paused, gaze stuck on Azzi’s perfectly curved eyebrows. What an odd thing to notice. A second thought. Paige wasn’t used to thinking during these Facetimes. She didn’t think she liked it, but the ideas seemed to have opened some kind of floodgates. More observations came pouring into her subconscious.

Her lips look so soft. I wonder what they feel like. Her eyes are such a pretty shade of brown, I wish I could see them right now. I’ve never felt like this about a friend.

Paige took a deep breath, startled by her train of thought. None of the thoughts surprised her. That was the whole problem. Azzi’s eyes were pretty, and her lips did look soft, and Paige did wonder what they felt like. She just hadn’t realized she thought any of those things.

Paige thought back to a few weeks ago when one of the girls on her team had been talking about her crush on some guy in the grade above them. The things her teammate had said about that guy had sounded a lot like everything Paige was thinking about Azzi.

Oh, Paige thought. I like Azzi.

It wasn’t anything revolutionary. Paige was pretty sure she had always liked Azzi. She just hadn’t known it. It wasn’t until nearly a year later when she and Azzi finally confessed their feelings to each other that Paige thought about what liking Azzi meant for herself.

“You never came out to me!” Azzi had exclaimed. Paige had frozen, staring at Azzi and really, truly not understanding.

“Come out to you?” she repeated. Azzi nodded, eyebrows drawing together.

“Yeah, like, are you bi? Lesbian? I came out to you months ago and I’ve been thinking you’re straight since we met, P,” she explained, looking at Paige like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh,” Paige said dumbly. Azzi just stared at her. “Uh, I guess I didn’t really think about it. Like, the whole not being straight thing. I just know I like you,” Paige shrugged. Azzi had blushed, the color intoxicating on her skin.

“You’re an idiot,” she said, pushing Paige’s shoulder gently. Paige just grinned.

“As long as I can be your idiot.”

________

Azzi learned she was gay at three in the morning on a Thursday when she was 16. It had, in a very cliche fashion, been a dream that sparked the realization.

She had woken up, breathing hard, the blankets feeling far too hot, with memories of soft lips on hers taking up far too much space in her mind. She threw the blankets off, sitting straight up in bed, and had a full-blown gay panic.

The longer she sat there, the more pieces of the dream came back to her. At first, it was just gentle lips on her own, and then soft blonde hair running through her fingers, and then it progressed to memories of warm pale skin under her hands. Azzi squeezed her eyes shut.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” she demanded to her brain. The clock was creeping closer to four in the morning, she had to be up for school in two hours, and she was being terrorized by completely non-platonic thoughts of her best friend. Azzi flopped face-down onto her bed and let out a scream into her pillow, realizing too late that the rest of her household was still sleeping and might have heard it.

Feeling frustratingly awake and completely insane, Azzi grabbed her phone off her nightstand and navigated into a new Google tab. “What does a dream about kissing someone mean?” she searched first. The results were straightforward, bluntly informing Azzi that dreams of kissing someone usually meant that you had romantic feelings for that person. That brought up new questions.

“How to know if I like girls?” was her next search. It was a ridiculous idea to Azzi. She had had crushes on boys before. Hell, she’d dated a boy in middle school, and as much as that wasn’t a real relationship, it definitely proved that she liked guys. So why the hell was she having a dream about kissing her best friend who was a girl? It didn’t make any sense.

“Why do I want to kiss a girl if I like guys?” Azzi tried, hoping that somebody on Reddit had the same problem as she did. Shockingly, there was a result. That’s how Azzi Fudd learned about bisexuality, and suddenly things made a lot more sense.

She tried to bring it up to Paige on their nightly Facetime that day, but Paige was being frustratingly dense.

“Hey, Paige? Have you ever thought about, like, dating somebody?” Azzi started. Paige startled, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Uh, yeah. But not like, for real. Don’t really wanna date people because like, ew, right? Anyway, I was thinking that next year-” Azzi, feeling disproportionately upset, ended the call. Mere seconds later, her phone was ringing with another Facetime from Paige. She let it ring for a while, wanting Paige to know that she hung up on purpose. Finally, she clicked to accept the call.

“What the hell, Az? I was telling you a story,” Paige complained. Azzi glared at her.

“And I was trying to tell you something, too.” Paige looked confused.

“But you asked me a question.”

“Yeah. Have you ever heard of a leading question, dumbass? I was using it as an intro to something,” Azzi grumbled. Paige had the decency to look at least a little bit sorry.

“That’s my bad, Az. It was just kind of a weird topic. Sorry, you can tell me whatever you were going to. I won’t even interrupt this time,” Paige apologized. Azzi swallowed, losing her nerve now that the moment had been drawn out so much.

“I just… uh. I wanted to tell you that I learned about something,” she said, mouth unbearably dry. Paige nodded, prompting her to go on. “You know that people can like guys and girls?” Azzi blurted out. Paige’s eyebrows shot up, surprise coloring her face, but she nodded slowly. Azzi could feel her hands shaking. She knew Paige was religious, but she was suddenly considering that this could end negatively. She didn’t give herself time to consider that outcome.

“I’m bisexual,” Azzi said quickly. She felt like her heart might beat right out of her chest. Paige looked at her for a moment, studying her through the phone. Azzi shifted uncomfortably. “Can you say something?” She asked, tone unsure. Paige cleared her throat, expression softening. Azzi felt her body relax immediately, just from noticing the change in Paige’s body language.

“You know I’m proud of you for telling me, right?” Paige asked. Azzi blinked. That was not the response she was expecting.

“You’re… proud of me?” she repeated. Paige nodded, the movement jerky through the screen. A smile spread across Azzi’s face.

“Thanks, Paige.” Paige just nodded again, a small smile on her face now.

So, from the time Azzi had the dream of kissing Paige (the first of many) to the time she came out to the blonde, her gay crisis lasted about 16 hours. When she thought about it later, years down the road, she thought it made complete sense. Azzi overthought every single thing in her life except Paige. Realizing she was bisexual was easy because it was Paige. The girl who talked her ear off on calls every night, who sent her iMessage games at ungodly hours, who always knew how to comfort her. Just Paige. Liking Paige made perfect sense.

[sugar-petals]

I would agree with him being natural, because I have observed that natural body type men looks good with light hair..i don't know how far it goes but yeah...

Here is kakashi in suit, while of my man doesn't look bad..it isn't making him particularly look classic, which would cancel out DC and Pure classic or SC..though he is still handsome 🧚.

Here is his official art from anime, and he does seems to have a little bluntness even though he is quite lean..still his body is little ripped and mascular which makes me lean towards flamboyant. Maybe he has a dramatic essence but I don't really see much drama going on and he would probably look underwhelming in dramatic clothes.

😫💅

he's depicted as several different body types in those images here, by different artists with different visions. i like looking at the manga as a guideline first: the mangaka typically (not always, e.g. in bleach the drawing style drastically changed over time) has a consistent portrayal of the character's body type. sadly, and for many reasons, a lot of animation is fuzzy, sloppy, and not coherent.

his early manga appearances seem pure natural-ish. even FG with the line breaks there, if it wasn't for his height. i still can't pinpoint it. maybe he is DC. classics are always the type i fail to identify 😂 but i'd expect a simpler design for a C type, still. he has a pretty sporty and relaxed look going on, and a vertical impression. phew, he's a difficult one. we need someone else weighing in.

to me, a type has to be immediately obvious, like in zoro's (one piece) case. i like seeing an exaggerated portrayal when a character is shown head to toe. zoro's introduction made it clear at a first glance that he is tall, massive - small head proportion - has elongated leg bones and an intimidating look like Ds, his outfit is contrasted but not elaborate, he has width in his rib cage and trousers design, he is rugged and messy and strong and stereotypically masc. he looks even taller than his 5'10 height at the time. his design got even wider (look at those hands!), more buff/blunt, and loosely tailored later. indisputable case of flamboyant natural; the countertype of luffy's petite and narrow gamine-ness.

as in, luffy is more kibbe-matched with boa hancock/nami/robin/etc by oda, the female characters being sharp yang like luffy as soft dramatics, narrow but tall and curvy. a countertype has to have a different height AND different bone structure. maybe we can reverse-engineer it by saying, who is kakashi's countertype/exact height and outline opposite in the naruto manga?

PS: light hair is for light spring, light summer, soft autumn, bright winter, and bright spring palettes generally, so it's not just kibbe, but also seasonal color. but i do agree naturals going low contrast works!

[bingleboy]

~ ♡ TF2 Mercs Comfort HCs! Pt. 1 ♡ ~

Featured mercs: Medic, Pyro, Scout, Sniper, Spy

Contains: All SFW fluff, g/n reader, implied reader is a merc on their team, platonic + romantic stuffs

How I think they would comfort you if you had a bad day :]

I might make a pt 2 if anyone wants to see it! These are just the characters I thought I could write for best atm teehee.

💉 Medic 💉

General

He's not oblivious to your bad mood, but he isn't sure what to do at first. It might take him a while to ask what's going on, if you don't come to him first.

He tries to be fair to the rest of the team in battle and not play favorites with you, but it shows just a little bit. He sticks around you a little more and encourages you before he has to run off somewhere else

I think he would not be used to comforting people. He definitely cares about your feelings! He's just more of a violent revenge kind of guy. He understands if you turn down his offer to torture someone for you

But if you come to him to talk about your feelings/ask for comfort, he does feel proud that you trust him enough to do that, and of course he will do his best to help.

If you want to talk, he would suggest going to his office! You can lay down, make yourself comfortable, don’t worry about him, he’ll stay sitting- wait, is he taking notes while you’re talking?

Psychoanalyzing you out of love

I feel like he would be giving you like insanely strong eye contact while you’re talking lol. He just wants to show he’s listening, but he’ll try to stop staring if you tell him to.

His advice about the situation is 50/50. It’s either very thoughtful and reasonable or it’s fucking insane. Sometimes he’ll say the insane ones to try to make you laugh, but it’s not always obvious when he’s joking or not.

He’ll pat your shoulder and try to cheer you up rationally- he won’t sugarcoat it if things really are bad, but if all else fails, he reminds you what you’re going through is temporary, and you’re a strong person

Romantic

If you’re his partner, he will be in your business 1000% more

Tell him everything, give him details!!!

He needs to know exactly how to make you feel better, or else he’ll get a bad grade in boyfriend :(

He does approach his comfort sort of like an experiment at first, considering a lot of possibilities and his knowledge of you to figure out what you would like most

He’ll take you to his doves if you’re a fellow animal lover, and let you pet them and hold them in your hands. They’re so fluffy and polite. Archimedes might peck at your fingers, but it’s with affection

If all you want is something like cuddles and quality time together, he is surprised. He was kind of expecting this is to be a problem to ‘solve’, but it’s relieving to know his company is enough

He’s a good listener (takes notes) and also a good talker, if you want distraction. He has a lot of funny stories of past patients and fun facts about human anatomy to tell you. He’ll get you some tea or coffee and put a blanket over your shoulders while he talks your ear off

Likes holding you cozied up on the couch, his arms loosely around you with your head on his chest

🔥 Pyro 🔥

General

Somewhere in the middle when it comes to how observant they are. Doesn't notice immediately, but does pick up on it.

As soon as they do notice, they'll definitely hang around you way more. In battle, they're never far from where you are, ready to set anyone bothering you on fire.

Outside of battle, they'll still be trailing after you and offering you things. Snack? Drink? Lighter? Flamethrower? Unicorn plushie?

They'll tug on your arm and suggest doing something together to cheer you up. Like lighting the training dummies on fire!

If you're not in the mood to set things on fire, other options include a tea party in their room (with their toys), watching TV in the main room, or drawing together.

While you rant about things, they will be nodding along and chipping in with muffled words that sound supportive. If you're angry, they're angry! If you're sad, they're sad. :(

Romantic

Lots of soft touches. Touching your arms, fixing your hair, your shirt, your glasses if you wear them

Will give you pretend kisses on the cheek, like make a loud kissy noise while putting their mask up to your cheek lol

Holds your hand a lot ☺️

You will have to pry them off of you if you need two hands for something

They’re not great with words (especially with the mask) but they really do empathize strongly with you. They try to show that through their actions, being around you and showing they care

Very open to tagging along to whatever you want to do, whether its going out and being destructive or staying comfy inside

⚾ Scout ⚾️

General

Sort of oblivious at first if you're trying to hide your feelings. As soon as he notices something's off, he doesn't think twice about asking you right away.

"Alright, ya hardly been laughin' at my hilarious jokes today! What's the matter with you?" (He asks in an affectionate way, but he has to be a little annoying about it.)

When you confide in him, his playful expression will drop. He kind of wasn't expecting a serious conversation, and he feels like a fish out of water.

"Oh. Uh... jeez. Didn't realize it was that bad."

If your team still has to fight, he'll try not to be obvious that he's following you around, but you've seen him zipping back and forth a lot more than usual.

Definitely tries to hype you up (hypes himself up too). Will make a huge deal if you guys do literally anything good. "We are da freakin' best at this! We're carryin' the whole damn team."

Tries his best to make you laugh, whether it's by messing with the enemy team or your own.

After work, he’ll go to you right away and ask if you wanna hang out. Got nothing else to do tonight, you know, no other reason…. (King of failing to hide how much he cares)

Play some baseball with him! If you’re terrible at it, he won’t make fun of you, but he will insist you try. Come on, you’re learning from a pro!

If you’re already good, he’s pleasantly surprised, and he’ll gladly shower you in compliments. That’s what would make him feel better, so he figures it might work for you too.

Romantic

His knee-jerk reaction to seeing you upset is to be angry at whoever made you upset, before he even knows why. Immediately offering to beat someone up for you.

If you explain why you’re feeling down, that anger melts away into sympathy. Come on, you can hang out with him in his room for a while to forget about it.

I think he’d be more quiet than usual if he knew you were feeling bad. Maybe it’s a mixture of not quite knowing what to say and wanting to be more comforting, giving you more space to talk.

He’d be a cuddly person. He talks a lot, and he’ll tell you all about how great you are, but he just feels like he has to touch you to show you how much he cares. He’ll lay down beside you in bed and hold your hand while you guys talk, his thumb tracing over your knuckles.

He also likes touching your hair. He’ll play with it while you’re cuddling or while you’re talking.

Totally wants you to sleep over and is not subtle about it. You WILL stay over and cuddle with him.

🎯 Sniper 🎯

He's observant, of course he's gonna know you're feeling down. He can read you like a book, even if you're trying to hide it.

He's a good person to go to for comfort. He's a great listener, and he's got all the patience in the world, especially for you.

Just very calming aura tbh

After the battle's done, he hangs around you for a bit while he turns the words over in his head, but he decides to just be direct.

"Mate. You been lookin' down out there. You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Will definitely be hanging out with you after work that day. If you let him pick what to do, he’ll suggest going for a little road-trip to somewhere nice, like a park. Or, if you don’t feel like that, you can just hang out with him in his camper and he’ll fix you some tea.

Best listener if you want to rant or talk out your problem. He might not always have any advice to give, but he always makes you feel understood.

(Romantic)

Calls you by cutesy nicknames 100% more. Roo, sweetheart, darling, darl, love, etc etc.

Another cuddly person WOOOO! (i’m biased)

King of chilling out. Loves sitting beside you or laying down next to you and holding you close, your head tucked under his chin. And he’d gently rub your back and cradle your head oouugggghhhh he’s tender

Kisses your forehead ☹️ guys he’s so cute pls

He’ll be happy enjoying the quiet with you. If you want him to talk, he’ll softly tell you about his day, or things he found funny, while you cuddle.

🗡 Spy 🗡

Catches on to your shift in mood quickly, obviously. He knows exactly what 'tells' to look for, those little expressions others might miss.

He acts a little more friendly to you proactively, especially in battle. He'll keep an eye on you and compliment your work when you shoot down an enemy.

You might also happen to come across more medkits than you usually do. Very mysterious.

After the day is done, if you're still feeling bad, he'll invite you into his smoking room to unwind with him. He prefers that to be his space, but he’ll let you in on occasion.

He is certainly good at curating the environment. It’s so aesthetic. Fully stocked bookshelves, a fireplace, and record player are notable features. It smells of smoke in the room, obviously, but also like an expensive leather. The fire crackles, and the room is illuminated by a soft orange light. His chairs are comfortable, and you’re welcome to them as long as you keep your shoes off of them.

He’ll let you pick the record to play. I’m totally biased but I think he’d have some Nina Simone,

He’ll nod along and listen to you talk, sometimes humming in response.

I feel like if you’re friends, just spending time together will be how he’s most likely to comfort you. He’ll offer you things to make you more comfortable, like a drink or a cigarette, but he thinks just being in the same room while you each do your own thing is most comfortable.

That being said, he’s also very down to talk shit about anyone, 100%.

His comfort verbally is…. maybe a little unusual? I feel like he’d be saying nice things but like, not in a soft way. He reassures you as if what he’s saying is obvious.

“You think the team doesn’t need you? Please, don’t be ridiculous. They’re terrible as it is, but, they’d be truly hopeless without you.”

(Romantic)

He might act (mostly) nonchalant in front of the team, but the moment you’re alone together, he’s swooping in by your side and insisting you come spend time with him.

He seems like a gift-giving type of guy. Any food or sweet you’re craving, he’ll gladly get it for you- plus a bouquet of your favorite flowers, of course.

He’ll buy you a new outfit too if he knows it would cheer you up- something perfectly tailored. You don’t know how he knows your measurements, but he does.

Not super cuddly, but he does like it. Sit next to him and lean on him, let him put his arm around you and rub your shoulder.

Will hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, then your cheek, then your lips. (The order is important)

You’re his little flower ☹️ he hates seeing you unhappy, and he does everything in his power to make you cozy and comfortable in his smoking room

Will be way more sappy in his verbal comfort, including that fancy french shit. Even if you don’t understand it, you can tell by his tone that it’s terms of endearment

Mon cœur, mon amor, my love, my dear, mon ange, anything with ‘my’ in front of it tbh