#I have the box set cover but not the books that go into it lmfao

[tariah23]

I don’t remember if Bryan lee ever got to publish his comic feat. that blue haired oc girl that he used to draw all of the time, posting them to his insta back in the day. I think she was in a band or something??? It’s been years since I’ve seen her, omg.

[riversandwinds]

kiss it better?

a/n: hi hi hi! this is my very first fic, I’ve never written anything before so we’ll see how this goes. please be nice, tell me if you hate it xx ! also I got fed up with autocorrect changing y/n to yen so I just gave her a name 😭

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summary: Being an art student, Amara’s life gets so stressful around finals week. When everything starts to go downhill, Chris is there to fight with her, and maybe even kiss it better afterwards.

warnings: swearing, angst (happy ending), kissing, not really anything else except for female rage lmfao, no use of y/n

word count: 1.7k-ish

Not proofread 🤓

lots of love ~ Rivvie

What better way to start your day off than with a whole lot of chaos. Amara was jolted awake by the alarm clock’s incessant beeping slicing through her and Chris’s quiet room. Sitting up, her face paled as she saw the time, seeing that she slept through her morning lecture. Panic surged through her, immediately throwing the covers off and shooting up out of bed (much to Chris’s very audible disappointment). She grabbed random pieces of her closet off the floor in a frantic rush, barely managing to get out the door fully clothed with a “Byeloveyousomuchpleasecleanthehouse!”. (She forgot her glasses, then her phone, then her bag, making her run back to their room 3 more times.)

Shouting her final goodbye to Chris, she could feel her phone all but explode in her pocket. She was too disoriented to focus on the messages, so she ignored it, figuring it was just a random group chat. She sprinted through the commons, finally checking her phone after deciding she didn’t care enough to make it to the lecture hall.

lindsey manager (🫥)

sarah no-showed. need you to fill in today asap.

???

amara hello

Of-fucking-course, Amara thought to herself. With a huff, she turned on her heel, making her way to the campus coffee shop. I don’t even have my work clothes, God hates me.

At work, the hours dragged by as she endured her manager’s endless complaints. “You’re late, Amara, hurry up.”, “Where the hell is your uniform?”, “No, you’re not doing it right-“

The poor girl was on edge, to say the least. Her late start didn’t help, either, as she didn’t have any time to grab food from their dorm. She was barely able to handle her hunger as she worked through her shift, her empty stomach cramping by the time her shift was done. She clocked out, silently cursing Lindsey, the shop, and every customer who walked in during her shift.

As exhausted as she was, she called her professor as she was walking out, booking the ceramics room for a few hours. Finals were quickly approaching, and her clay tea set was only partially finished. She headed to the studio, hoping to make at least a little progress on her project and make up for lost time.

Her day only continued to spiral. She’d been in the studio for all but 20 minutes before she wanted to destroy the Earth entirely. As she was leaving the kiln room, tray full of breakables in hand, the door next to her flung open, slamming into her. Not only did it: A) Slam her glasses into the bridge if her nose, cutting her face, but it B) sent her entire tea set to the ground, shattering into thousands of tiny clay shards. Amara’s world collapsed in that moment. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the wreckage, unable to muster the strength to pick up the fragments. With a choked sob, she grabbed her bag and fled the studio, feeling the weight of her disastrous day press down on her.

Stumbling into her apartment, she hoped for just a semblance of order. But the sight of the messy living room—pizza boxes, crumpled papers, clothes everywhere—made her heart sink even lower. She dropped her bag and collapsed to her knees, her body shaking with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

“A-are you kidding me?” Amara’s voice cracked as she shouted, her frustration pouring out uncontrollably. “I’ve had the worst day- oh god… I missed my lecture, got screamed at at work, my project is destroyed, and now this mess? I can’t do this-”

Chris, complete with an Xbox controller and a headset, emerged from their room with wide eyes. He froze, his mouth slightly open in surprise as he took in his girlfriend’s state. “Baby, woah, what’s going on?” He set the controller aside and stood next to Amara, honestly a little confused. “Why the meltdown?”

Wrong choice of words, clearly, as her red, tear-filled eyes snapped to his, going wide.

“Why the meltdown?” Amara exploded, her voice rising in volume as she began to frantically clean up the mess. “Because today has been a fucking wreck! I asked you to pick up a little, just a little, Chris! A-and you couldn’t even manage that! I come home to- to this after the worst day of my life, and you’re just sitting here playing games!”

Chris blinked, taken aback by her outburst. “Mar, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal. I was going to clean up, but I got sidetracked. It’s not like—” he bends down to pull Amara off the floor, but retracts when she spits out her response.

“It’s not like what?” she snapped, angry tears streaming down her face. “It’s not like it matters to you? You think I can just handle everything on my own while you sit at home and do nothing? I’m at my breaking point, and all I wanted was the trash off the floor!”

Chris’s eyes widened, his initial nonchalance giving way to frustration. “Hey, I didn’t make your day go bad. I get that you’re upset, but yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything. I’m just trying to understand here!”

Amara’s anger reached its peak. She stood up, maniacally grabbing all of the dirty cups and pieces of trash, stomping to the kitchen to deal with it. “You think I’m yelling just for fun? You have no idea what my day was like! I’ve been on the edge all day, and instead of coming home to something decent, our house is a disaster and you don’t even seem to care!” Throwing her now empty hands up, she lets out a choked cry, pushing past Chris to enter their bedroom.

After seeing Amara sobbing and slamming the door to their room, Chris’s demeanor shifted dramatically. He stood in the living room, the weight of her words sinking in. With a deep sigh, he started cleaning up the mess with a quiet guilt, his movements deliberate and focused. He managed to tidy up the living room, stopping to order Amara’s favorite takeout. He grabbed the blankets from the closet, setting up the couch and scrolling Amazon Prime for a movie to rent. (He eventually settled on Barbie Princess Charm School, figuring it would appease Amara.)

Around 30 minutes later, when Amara emerged from the room, she was met with a surprisingly clean space and the comforting aroma of her favorite food. Chris looked up from arranging the food on the coffee table, his face softening as he saw her. “Look, sweetheart, I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize the house was this bad,” he said, his tone earnest. “I thought I could fix it.”

Amara’s anger dissipated as she took in the scene. “Chris, I—” she started, her voice wobbling with her bottom lip. “I didn’t mean to lash out like that. I was just... overwhelmed.”

Chris walked over and pulled her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I get it now. I’m sorry you had such an awful day, Ma.” She shrugged, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Spontaneously-DoorDashed desert arrived around ten minutes later, to which Amara all but inhaled while she focused on the movie in front of her. After almost dosing off for the third time, Chris paused the movie, brushing hair out of Amara’s exhausted face.

“Time for bed, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Chris said, pulling a whiny Amara up from the couch, leading her to their room.

He first took care of the little cut on her nose, placing a small kiss over it when he was done. After she was undressed and her hair was brushed, he helped her into the shower, his touch gentle as he guided her through the calming process. While she was in the shower, Chris busied himself tidying up the rest of the apartment, clearing up their dinner and putting up the clean dishes in the kitchen.

When Amara emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, refreshed and feeling a bit more centered, she found Chris remaking their bed, having switched out their sheets for clean ones. The room was now a haven of comfort, with soft lighting and the faint sound of the unpaused Barbie movie playing in the background. The big lights were off, the room illuminated by the soft string lights on the wall.

“God, Chris,” Amara said, her voice filled with appreciation. “This looks amazing. Thank you for cleaning, baby. I’m sorry I yelled at you over it…” she pouted slightly.

Chris smiled softly. “I know I messed up, and I’m sorry for being kinda useless. I figured this might help some more.”

He reached out and grabbed her in a bear hug, resting his chin on her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We all have rough days, and I should have been more understanding. I’m just glad we can talk things out and make them better.” He pulled back to kiss between her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and a soft peck on her lips, smoothing her hair down with his hands.

He helped her get dressed, slipping a sleep shirt over her head and sliding her underwear and shorts up her legs, kissing her knee with a grin. Amara appreciated his efforts, feeling the weight of her stress lift with each passing moment.

After a few minutes, and a few yawns from both parties, Chris turned off the string lights and the tv, declaring it was bedtime. They climbed into their newly-made bed, snuggling up under the comforter. Chris wrapped his arms around Amara, pulling her close as she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the comfort of being understood.

“I really do love you, you know,” Amara said softly, her sincere voice filling the dark room. “Thank you for kissing it better, Chris.”

Chris kissed her forehead gently. “Always, and I love you too, pretty girl. I’ll do better next time, pinky promise.”

As the sleepy mumbling played on, they remained in each other’s arms, the earlier turmoil of the day replaced by a sense of peace and safety.

Finally settling into a comfortable silence, Amara felt her eyelids get heavy. She yawned, pressing into Chris who kissed her forehead with a hum. She relaxed into Chris’s embrace, feeling like a precious stone in the hands of a jeweler. They drifted off, Chris’s immediate snoring lulling Amara to sleep with a lovesick grin on her lips.

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tags: @her-favorite (u the only one bb 🌝)

[babyboibucky]

Project V: As Seen On P***H**

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to reenact something that he saw on a certain website.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Cock rubbing against pussy lmfao

A/N: Another filthy piece for these two sksksks

Project V Masterlist ||  MAIN MASTERLIST

“You keep on glancing at me, Bucky. What do you want?”

You kept your attention on your notes as you called out Bucky. The two of you were in the library, it was a little past seven in the evening already but you needed to finish the paper you were doing.

Bucky exhaled out loud and surveyed the surroundings before moving around the table to sit beside you. You looked at him suspiciously, the growing smile on his face giving away that he had something mischievous in mind.

“What?” You asked again.

Bucky bit his lip and shook his head in sudden embarrassment, “Nevermind. I’m shy.”

You slapped his arm, “Just tell me!” You hissed, stretching your neck to see whether the grumpy librarian heard.

She didn’t and kept on rearranging the books on the opposite aisle.

“Okay, so you know how we’ve been comfortable with each other.” Bucky trailed.

“Where is this going, Buck?” You asked monotonously.

Bucky giggled as he tried to compose himself. He was turning red all over and you instantly knew what he was thinking about. It definitely had something to do with his weird ass kinks.

“I’m not gonna peg you, Buck.” You said.

“The fuck, I don’t...I’m not into that, okay?! It was just one weird dream. Can we please move on from that?” He defended himself.

You snorted. Bucky dreamt about you pegging him one time and you never stopped teasing him about it. It was funny as hell, because Bucky called you in the middle of the night to talk about his dream and he couldn’t get over how weird it felt.

“Then what do you want?” You asked, setting aside your notes.

Bucky licked his lips and inhaled, “I watched this porn the other night where the girl still had her panties on and the guy was just you know...rubbing his dick against her pussy until he came. I don’t know, something about pushing aside her panties got to me. I was thinking that maybe—“

“Yes, okay. I’m in.”

Ever since Project V, you and Bucky have been going at it as often as possible. Needless to say, you were one horny bitch and match that with Bucky’s libido, well, you’d get two best friends humping at each other like fucking rabbits.

Bucky did seem to ruin other guys for you because damn, he knows how to turn you on. Except for the times when he’s being a dumbass but whatever, he always gave you one orgasm after another.

“Wanna go at it now?” Bucky whispered, pupils darkening as soon as you agreed to his proposal.

“I’m wearing my granny panties, can I at least change first?” You asked with no shame.

“For the love of fucking, can you please get rid of your granny panties?” Bucky complained.

“They’re comfy. Besides, I never complained about your Spongebob boxers.” You snapped back and started putting away your things.

-

As soon as the both of you arrived in Bucky’s dorm, bags were dropped and jackets were thrown around. Bucky wasted no time to push you against the door, kissing you sloppily as he fumbled with the button of your jeans.

“We gotta be fast, Buck. We have a class in an hour.” you reminded him, shimmying out of your jeans before clawing at Bucky’s shirt.

He merely grunted in response as he took off his shirt followed by his own pair of pants. Your shirt and bra were removed in the process and the next thing you knew, Bucky was already throwing you on top of his bed.

“Wanna bet?” he asked against your lips before kissing you. “Twenty dollars I get to make you cum in fifteen.” he said, biting your lower lip before pressing kisses against your throat.

You sighed, stretching your neck to give Bucky more access. A moan left your lips when his fingers pinched your nipples, making your back arch from his bed.

“No penetration. You can’t use your mouth or fingers. Just your cock rubbing against my pussy. If you cum within the first fifteen minutes, I win.” you reminded him with a glare. “You good with that?” you asked.

“Only if you let me skip the condom.” Bucky said as he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine, but buy me a Plan B after this. I don’t want no little Barnes in my fucking tummy anytime soon.”

Bucky grinned and pumped his fist in the air, “I’ll buy you birth control pills too so I can fuck you raw next time.”

“Jesus.” you huffed out.

Bucky smirked and sat up, “It’s just me, Bucky.” he said as he knelt down on the bed, bending your legs up and spreading them wide open.

“Twenty dollars.” you repeated. “Seal the deal. Let’s pinky swear on it.” you said as you lifted your body up to twist your pinky around Bucky’s.

After the pinky promise, Bucky spread your thighs further apart and carefully pushed your white cotton panties aside, moaning out loud at the sight of your glistening pussy. You snorted at his reaction and covered your mouth with your hand, throwing your head back as you bit back your laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, pushing his boxer briefs down to reveal his aching cock.

“You’re so fucking horny.” you said. “You should see yourself.” you quickly added.

Bucky rolled his eyes at you until he hatched an idea, “Maybe I should. Let’s make an amateur video next time.”

You were about to protest to his idea when he immediately slid his cock against your folds, your complaint quickly dying on your tongue when he started to tap the head of his cock against your clit. You fell back onto the bed and arched your back, wanting to feel more friction as your pussy clenched on nothing.

“Fuck, Bucky...” you whimpered.

Bucky kept his gaze on his cock as he rubbed it against your folds, watching how your wetness was gushing out of your entrance as he teased you. His own pre-cum was mixing against your juices, making it easier for him to slide against your cunt. The sight was just as stimulating as the ones he’d seen on PornHub, but it felt so much fucking better now that he was actually experiencing what it’s like.

“Goddamn, baby.” Bucky grunted. “So fucking wet.” he said through gritted teeth as he sped up his face.

His free hand held onto your panties, keeping it aside as he guided his cock along your folds. Bucky pressed the tip against your entrance, teasing you by prodding a bit before pulling back to let it slide up to your clit.

“Bucky, ten minutes...” you warned. “Ten minutes and I get my twenty bu— oh!” you almost squealed when Bucky started moving his cock from side to side, stimulating your clit even more.

You wanted to kick Bucky’s face when he smirked, knowing that he was working you up. Throwing a pillow on your face, you started grinding your hips to get as much friction.

“Take off the pillow, wanna see your face.” Bucky demanded, grabbing the pillow and throwing it aside.

He started thrusting his hips, placing your panties over his dick as he continued to rub it against your pussy. The fabric only added more pleasure for Bucky, as it kept his cock pressed tightly against your sex which was soaking wet.

Bucky sped up his pace, pressing his cock harder against your lips until you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm. You tried to hold back, not wanting to lose the bet. And so you decided to do something that might throw Bucky off and make him finish first.

“Love it when you rub your cock against my pussy like that, Bucky.” you moaned out loud, your hands caressing your sides until they reach your tits, squeezing them together.

Bucky was unable to hold back his groan, “I fucking hate you, I know what you’re trying to do.” he panted, slowing down his pace.

You bit your lower lip and tilted your head as you looked up at Bucky through your lashes, “Come on, Bucky. Keep rubbing, feels so good when I feel the head of your cock press down on my clit. I get so fucking wet.” you moaned again, this time letting you fingers play with your nipples.

“Dammit...” Bucky huffed out, pushing your panties aside again and actually ripping them in the process with how harsh he held onto them.

“Did you just-- oh fuck! Right there, fuck yeah. Don’t stop, Bucky!” you squealed when Bucky rubbed your pussy just the right way.

“Gonna make you cum first and I’m gonna get my twenty bucks.” Bucky said, watching how much wetness was gushing out of your entrance, drenching his cock in its entirety.

Determined to win, you slightly sat up and leaned your weight against your elbows. You could feel Bucky’s cock throb against your cunt, his hips stuttering and the veins on his neck bulging. He was close, so fucking close.

You were just as close to winning the bet so you pulled the big guns and placed two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them while keeping your eyes on Bucky.

You moaned out loud, just enough to catch Bucky’s attention and when his head snapped towards yours, you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on your fingers. The sight was enough to make Bucky cum first; he groaned and growled as ropes of his cum began to spurt on your pussy.

“Goddammit!” Bucky grunted, both in bliss and disappointment that he had lost the bet.

You started chuckling in victory, falling back down on the bed and ignoring the growing throb in your pussy since you haven’t finished yet.

“I win!” you declared.

Bucky ran a hand through his locks as he plopped down next to you, “All that for just twenty bucks?” he asked.

You sat up and shrugged, “Twenty bucks is twenty bucks.” you said and looked down in between your legs, “Are you going to finish me or what?” you asked.

Bucky snorted, “Bold of you to assume I’d finish you after I lost the bet.” he said, reaching towards the box of tissue on top of his bedside table and handing it to you.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself then.” you said, cleaning up yourself before heading towards the bathroom. “You owe me an underwear.”

-

With twenty minutes left before your next class, you and Bucky have showered and cleaned up.

“Why is this so thick?” you complained when Bucky let you wear one of his boxer briefs.

“Stop whining unless you want to attend our next class without any underwear on.” he said and picked up your jeans from the floor, throwing it on your face.

Just as when you were about to wear your jeans, Bucky’s bedroom door opened and Steve stepped in. Both you and Bucky froze, not knowing how to explain the situation when Steve turned to you and slowly realized what was going on.

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again before he let out a defeated sigh.

“I don’t know what’s going on but may I respectfully ask...why on earth are you wearing Bucky’s boxer briefs?”

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[thegracelessfaceless]

Hi love bug! Thank you so much in advance. Seeing your stuff in my ask box always makes me super happy.

So, I’m Elsie, she/her/hers, and bi (but I lean heavily towards men rn). I’m a Virgo sun, Scorpio rising and Aquarius moon. I’m also an introvert, but I love being around other people! I just get,,,,, tired easily.

I’m East Asian + Southeast Asian (Chinese and Vietnamese). I’m barely 5’0 tall! Long, black hair that reached my upper thighs and dark brown eyes that you can’t even see the pupil lmfao. I always have painted nails, usually red. I’m pretty athletic and I also like to think I have nice thighs—most of my workouts include building up my legs lol. I wear big gold hoop earrings. I also wear round Harry Potter glasses. My body isn’t very curvy, in fact I’m pretty flat but I am COVERED in stretch marks. I also have acne flare ups from time to time but it’s usually nothing noticeable anymore.

I’d like to think I’m a pretty chill person, likes to go with the flow and stuff like that. My friends say I’m often their therapist or their mom, which is kinda funny because that’s what I’m in uni for, to be a therapist. I’m a pretty determined and motivated person? I like to push myself pretty hard ngl but I also like to just hang out and take it slow. I also like to do stupid things like exploring abandoned buildings at 2am. I’m also big into intersectional feminism. I’ve also been told I’m really approachable and friendly, but bro I am so shy and quiet in public unless I get to know you.

I can get pretty stubborn tbh, it depends once again on what the topic is but once I’ve set my mind to it, that’s how it’s going to be. I also have low self esteem and my depression sometimes makes it hard for me to even get out of bed at times. I usually don’t know when to stop giving myself to other people, which means I get pretty exhausted and fast. I’m also prone to overthinking which stresses me out. And when I’m stressed, I can honestly get a little bitey.

I apologize to inanimate objects if I’ve bumped into them, and I also have a tendency to talk to myself? I also am a witch! I’m currently elbows deep in some deity work and ngl my energy is all over the place. I also have a weird habit of waving to security cameras I see in public because I like to think the people watching those cameras get a kick out of it lol.

I really like coffee, tea, singing with my ukulele, playing piano, drawing and art in general. I haven’t been able to draw as much as I’d like recently but I do have some animatics in my head. I also really like Victoria’s Secret perfumes, specifically strawberry pound cake—it’s what I always smell like lol. Crystals are super fun imo. I live next to a huge lake and it’s honestly one of my favorite places to be. Ocean animals are my favorite! I also really like car rides with like, one other person and just exploring the world and talking. The music I listen to is a lot of classic rap, lofi-hip hop, modern rap, some pop artists and Ella Fitzgerald, Gloria Gaynor, HaroinFather, KYLE, and ofc Hollywood Undead.

I cannot stand centipedes those things horrify me. I also don’t like rude people, bigots, people who purposely start drama or hypocrites. People who put other people down aren’t cool either. I don’t really like parties or being around lots of people, they make me anxious and kinda suffocated. People who try to force me to do stuff aren’t cool in my books either. I also think red meat is kinda gross, but that’s just because it makes me exhausted.

Eeeee I am so sorry if this is too much, but thank you so much in advance. Nothing but love to you, and all your future writing and everything you’ve done so far. 💕

Heyy! I almost hit the roof when your follow came in 😅.

So I told myself that Brian and Hoody are disqualified because of obvious bias, but, damn you make it hard!

So, Brian aside, I match you with...

The Puppeteer/Jonathan Blake

I know, I know, odd choice right?

But you came under his attention, and just when he thought you were getting ready to bend to his will, you'd rally. He found it... Refreshing that you keep fighting, no matter how low you feel.

Of course, he had to be persistent in gaining your trust. You weren't falling for his smooth talking ways. He tried not to use any information gained from his psychic gifts... but if they helped him know something you've really been wanting or something that's bothering him, that's a different story. It took him years to gain your trust and that was only after he slipped and let some of his old self, from before he became The Puppeteer, out. You seemed to prefer that side of him, so he revealed it more frequently.

Jonathan is an introvert too, and like you, being around other people can tire him out. He prefers nights in or long car rides with you with some good but soft music playing.

Jonathan finds it ironic that you want to be a therapist while his main method of feeding is by intensifying depression symptoms. In ways, you've softened him. He'll spare those who seem to have the drive to live. But he views it as a friendly competition of sorts. Like a married couple of lawyers, but one works for the prosecution and the other works for the defense. How many souls can you save verses how many he can take?

Jonathan will listen to every crystal fact you have, and want to know more about your witchiness. He's like a sponge. Throw information at him and he's soaking it up.

Let's gloss over the fact that he can control golden threads from his fingers. I'm sure it'll come up in #just chatting.

Jonathan is a caffeine addict, that and cigarettes are what fueled him when he first went to college. He loves drawing with you over a hot cup of coffee.

Eat what you want, Jonathan doesn't really care. He might take a bite of something every now and then, but he doesn't really need it. This makes it so he finds your scent... Intoxicating.

[bxcketbarnes]

Royal Betrayal - Part Two

Pairing: Gardener!Ashton Irwin x Royal!Reader

Words: 2900+

Author's Note: This is the quickest part two I think I've ever written. Like, holy shit. I'm on fucking fire. Happy Reading! 😇🥰 p.s. I think this might be better than part one lmfao

You and Ashton stand in front of each other inside your local church, stupid grins on both of your lips as the Minister reads from his book. You're shocked that the courts allowed the two of you to get married so quickly, but you're sure that the reasoning is because you're royal.

The two of you finish saying your vows and slide the rings you got each other onto your fingers before the Minister tells Ashton to kiss his bride. A giggle leaves your lips as his large hand rests behind your head before connecting his lips with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately. Once you pull away you rest your forehead against his, not believing that this just happened. Ash runs his hands down your arms before lacing your fingers together.

"We're married," he mumbles against your lips and you chuckle, nodding your head in agreement. "You're my wife. You're actually my wife."

You look up at him and push some of his hair out of his eyes with a smile. "You sound like you're dreaming," you tell him and Ashton laughs, nodding his head.

"Honestly, I would be so upset if this was a dream. Obviously, this isn't how I would want your wedding with me, but I'm truly happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with you," he says and your cheeks flush.

"I think it would've happened eventually and I agree… this isn't how I thought my wedding would go. But, I'm glad it was with you."

Ashton strokes your cheek before gently kissing your lips. "I wanna do something special for our honeymoon. I've saved enough money from your parents paying me. Whatever you want to do I'll follow."

You shake your head at his words, actually feeling like a princess. "You are so incredible and so loving. How you managed to stay single is beyond me," you sigh and run your fingers over the "suit" he's wearing.

A blush covers his cheeks and Ash glances at the floor for a few seconds before letting out a breath. "Well, girls have asked me out but I told them I wasn't interested."

"How come?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows and the black-haired man gives you a look.

"I was waiting for you. I wasn't kidding when I said that I've loved you for years. The year after we became friends in 2015 I fell for you, but you didn't see me that way… Or that's what I thought. I didn't want to ruin our friendship," Ashton confesses, and your lips part in surprise as you didn't know he felt that way. Obviously.

You suddenly stand on your toes and press your lips against his. Ashton's arms wrap around your waist, holding you close to him as he kisses you back with the same amount of passion. You pull away after about a minute, your hands pressed against his cheeks as your thumbs stroke his skin.

"God, you're just… I'm so lucky."

"Do you wanna move in with me? We can even get our place if you don't want to live on Royal grounds," Ashton asks you, and you grin.

"I would love to, Ash. I've got one last thing to say to my parents and Jake before we leave," you tell him and the man nods his head, kissing your forehead before the two of you leave the church building.

-

You become nervous as you and Ash walk into the palace, hands intertwined. You let out a deep breath as the two of you walk into the dining hall, seeing your parents and Jake eating at the table.

"So glad you could make it, sweetheart," your mother pipes up, and her eyes dart towards you to see Ashton standing beside you. "With the gardener I see…"

Jake's eyes narrow at the two of you, seeing your fingers laced together and a dry laugh leaves his lips. "I don't think that your daughter actually believes that we are to wed, your Majesty," he informs your mother and she quickly looks to Make, humming in response.

"Sweetie. I know you and Ash are close friends but you're to be married to Jake. Come sit, love, so we can discuss the wedding," your mother smiles sweetly at you, and your eyes pool with tears, still baffled that she's siding with this… Monster.

"That won't be happening," you state while clearing your throat, gaining their attention. Ashton squeezes your hand and you pull out a copy of the official document of your marriage to Ash, walking towards your mother before handing it to her.

She gives you a confused look and she takes it in her hands. You move back towards Ash and his hand rests on your lower back. "What is this?" She asks you before reading it.

"What is it?" Jake questions and tries to read it from his spot at the table. A gasp leaves your mother's lips and she quickly looks towards you. "What?!"

Jake stands up from the table and quickly heads to your mother's chair, ripping the document from her hands. "You're married?!" She yells and Jake's eyes snap towards yours.

"We are," Ashton states and looks down at you with a loving grin.

"No, no, no this is not happening," Jake states and immediately shreds the document in his hands. "You're not married anymore. There's no proof."

A dry laugh leaves your lips and you cross your arms over your chest. "You think I'd bring the real document? I'm not a fucking idiot," you bluntly state, and your father pounds his fist against the table.

"Language! Y/N, you are to marry this man and that is final!" Your father states and you slap your hands on the table.

"No! I'm not doing anything with him! He has beaten me almost throughout our entire relationship. I am not going to be spending the rest of my life with this scumbag. You two either accept mine and Ash's marriage or I leave," you decide and a few tears fall down your cheeks, landing on the mahogany table. "I'm tired of you two not listening to me."

Ashton feels his heart break in his chest as the state you're in, his hand reaching out towards you. Jake grabs the sword that's on the wall and points it towards the two of you.

"Back the fuck away from her, Garden Boy," he threats and Ash holds his hands up, taking a few steps back.

You stumble away from the table, your eyes wide at your ex's actions. "How can you condone this?!" You ask your parents and Jake presses the tip of the sword against your throat, your breath hitching. Your heart pounds against your ribcage as the man clicks his tongue.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to leave him and you're going to marry me to which we will rule this country. You hear me?" He growls and presses a bit harder against your neck, a gasp leaving your lips.

"Okay, okay! I will, I will!" You cry out and Ash has tears in his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Jake's eyes move past you to look at Ashton and he motions his head towards the door. "Pack up your shit and leave. You're fired," he states and you look towards Ash as he heads towards the door, seeing the tears in his eyes.

You hold a sob in as you watch the black-haired man leave, his hazel eyes meeting yours one last time before the door shuts. You glance towards your parents who continue their dinner, not even reacting to what just happened.

"There," Jake mentions and sets the sword on the table, looking down at you, "that wasn't so hard was it."

You gulp, feeling yourself shaking as his hand grabs your wrist before leading you out of the dining hall and up the stairs. You say nothing as the two of you walk into your bedroom, Jake shutting the door behind you before roughly kissing you.

You try to push him off of you and the man pulls away before wrapping his hand around your throat. "Don't fuckin' test me, Y/N. You don't want to end up in the hospital like last time," he growls and slaps your face.

A cry leaves your lips and he pushes you away from him, your back slamming against your bedroom door. Jake turns around and starts unbuttoning his shirt and tells you to get undressed as well.

You frantically look around for a blunt object, needing to get away from him and this house. You're breathing heavily as you pick up the bust your aunt gifted you one year before slamming it into the back of Jake's head.

A grunt leaves his lips and falls onto your bed as you knock him out. The ceramic statue falls from your hands as you quickly gather a bag and stuff whatever you can fit into it before he comes to.

You tuck some hair behind your ear as you zip your bag up before leaving your bedroom. You're slightly out of breath as you quietly make your way down the stairs, looking around to make sure your parents aren't anywhere to be found. You manage to get out of the house before anyone sees you, sprinting towards the back of the palace to see Ashton setting boxes into his car.

"Ash, oh my god, Ash!" You cry out and his head snaps towards your voice, eyes widening as he watches you run to him.

You crash into him and Ashton hugs you tightly, his hand petting your hair. "Holy shit, Y/N," he whispers into your ear and you pull away from him. "What happened?"

He notices your red cheek and the man gently strokes the skin. You rest your hand on him, feeling your heartbeat finally slow down. "H-He tried to have sex with me, but I knocked him out. We need to go," you stutter and open the back door to throw your back into his car. "How about that honeymoon?"

Ashton lets out a breath of relief and his lips quickly find yours. You relax into the kiss, definitely preferring this over Jake kissing you. You kiss him back for what seems like a couple of minutes before he pulls away.

"Where do you wanna go?" He asks as the two of you get into his car. Ashton grabs a hold of your hand and kisses the back of it as he drives away from the palace.

"Venice?" You giggle and glance towards him, squeezing his hand. "I've never been to Venice."

Ash giggles and nods his head in answer. "Venice it is, my love."

-

After about a twenty-hour drive you and Ashton make it to Venice, your eyes widening at the beautiful scenery in front of you. "Wow," you whisper and glance out the window, rolling it down to feel the warm air hit your face.

Ashton grins and glances towards you as much as he can. "Beautiful, right?" He mumbles and you look towards your husband before nodding your head.

"Breathtaking, even," you say in a hushed tone as Ashton pulls up to the Airbnb he rented.

He parks the car in the driveway and the two of you get out. You help bring his stuff into the place, letting out a gasp upon seeing how beautiful the house is. Ashton presses a kiss to the side of your head while walking past you to gather the rest of the things, hearing him mumble a quiet love you.

You set one of his boxes onto the kitchen counter before roaming around the house. Ashton comes back into the house and shuts the front door behind him, running a hand through his hair. "So?" He asks and gains your attention, a grin on his lips. "What do you think?"

"Ash, it's beautiful. I can't… I can't believe you got this place," you tell him with a slight pout and the black-haired man walks over to you before wrapping you into his arms.

"I told you that I've been saving money. We have the place for a few months. Until we figure out if we want to live here or move elsewhere," he explains and your heart flutters, the love for this man expanding.

You shake your head with a smile on your lips. "God, you're amazing. I love you." Ashton smiles down at you and gives your lips a quick kiss, his thumb stroking your cheek.

You let out a squeal as Ash suddenly picks you up, his hands gripping the back of your thighs while he brings you into the master bedroom. Your fingers glide through his hair as your lips slot together, a hum coming from his throat.

Ashton slowly crawls onto the bed and lays you down without breaking the kiss. He hovers over your body as his hands slide up your sides. "Do you… would you want to-"

"Yes," you cut him off as your hands go up into his shirt, dragging your fingers up and down his torso. "Please."

You can see the lust begin to cloud his hazel eyes. Ashton nods his head and grips the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. He chucks it to the floor and presses a quick kiss to your lips before moving to your neck.

You bite your lip and tilt your head, giving him more room as Ashton's hands push your shirt up. His lips leave your skin as you pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side. You breathe heavily as his eyes lock onto yours while Ashton drags his lips across the top of your breasts.

A breathy moan leaves your lips and Ash pulls the cup of your bra down, exposing your breast to him. He takes your nipple into his mouth and another moan comes from your lips as you feel his tongue glide around the hardened nipple.

You reach behind yourself and unclip your bra, pushing the straps down your arms as Ashton pulls away from you. You throw the black bra to the floor and Ash takes you in.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers as his hands grope your chest. His thumbs rub over your nipples and an estranged noise leaves your lips. "You make such pretty noises."

"A-Ash…" you trail off, feeling yourself become aroused. A smirk comes to the man's lips as he drags his hands down your torso.

He presses sloppy kisses down your stomach as his hands unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs. You sit upon your elbows as Ashton pulls your jeans completely off before removing your panties.

Ashton kisses your inner thighs after spreading your legs apart, lying in the space between them. His thumb runs up your slit, causing you to buck your hips a bit. Ashton's free hand holds your hips down as his thumb rubs your clit softly, earning small moans coming from your lips.

He nibbled on your inner thigh as he continues to rub your clit faster, feeling yourself writhe beneath him. "So fuckin' pretty," Ash groans, removing his thumb from your clit and replaces it with his tongue.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips and you arch your back, gripping the sheets underneath you as his tongue flicks at your sensitive nub. Both of Ashton's hands move up your torso and grip your breasts, pinching your nipples.

"Fuck me," you whisper breathlessly and Ashton slips his tongue into your core, tongue-fucking you for a few moments before licking up your entire slit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the coil begin to unravel. "I-I'm gonna cum, baby."

A groan leaves Ashton's lips as he ups his game, circling his tongue on your clit. You look down at him, your eyes looking into his as he buries his face into your pussy. "Cum for me baby," he moans against you, the vibrations making you lose it. "Cum on my tongue."

He thrusts his tongue into you once more as his thumb rubs your clit, wanting to tip you over the edge. You begin to see stars as your fingers grip his hair, tugging him as close as he can get to you. You shudder and a scream comes from your lips as you orgasm.

Ashton hums and laps you up, his thumb slowing down on your clit as your chest is heaving. You can feel the sweat on your forehead as Ash pulls away from you, his chin covered in your arousal.

Your cheeks blush as you watch him lick his lips before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "That was really hot," he chuckles and leans over your body.

He presses a kiss to your collarbone as a laugh leaves your lips, your hands gently stroking his forearms. "I didn't know you were so good with your tongue. No one's ever been able to make me cum with just their tongue," you confess to him and Ashton smirks, taking pride in it.

"Well, I'm not everyone, love," he winks and you giggle, shaking your head.

"You're certainly not."

Ashton presses a kiss to your forehead before getting up from the bed. "C'mon, let's get you into the shower," he mentions and runs his hand up your thigh.

"Can I return the favor?" You ask while blush and Ash lick his lips in response before nodding his head.

"Well, I'm not gonna say no but if you're feeling up to it."

You nod your head and he helps you off of the bed, your lips colliding with one another as the two of you stumble into the master bathroom. "I wanna make you feel good, Ash," you mumble against his lips.

"Go ahead, baby. I'm all yours."

-

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[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Wedding Job

leverage 1.07

Nate: No. No, it's-it's not right. But, you know, uh, we're not detectives. And if you want to prove your husband's innocence, there are plenty of agencies I could recommend.

eliot and hardison share tired, annoyed looks and I felt that in my soul

- - - - - 

Teresa: I understand. Thank you. Where did my daughter go?

Hardison:I think she was with Parker.

(Parker is teaching the little girl how to pick locks)

Parker: Go! 

(they both begin to work on the locks, after a few seconds, the girl gets hers open)

Parker: 6 seconds! Give it up! Good job.

parker can be good with kids and it’s adorable

- - - - - 

Hardison: Just take the mob out of it.

Nate: What? Take the mob out of it?

Hardison: Hear me out. Isn't this just a breach of contract?

Eliot: These guys had a deal, right? And your boy, Ray, he lived up to his end, but Moscone didn't. And for that, there's not a court of law in this world this lady can go to.

Parker: Which is exactly the kind of case we take

the ot3 immediately jumping in to support sophie’s idea

- - - - - 

Hardison: We can't. That thing's a fortress, man. I clocked four armed guards, a Tikva security system. That thing's Israeli-Made. It's used to protect their military bases. It's unhackable. Oh, and then there's the FBI parked around the corner.

Parker: FBI? Where? (looking through camera lens)

Hardison: You see that crappy van that says "plumber"?

Sophie: Did you say "plumber"? That's their cover? Oh, that is so cute. It's like it's 1978 all over again

- - - - - 

Parker: I saw some rubber gloves. What do you do with those?

McSweeten: Oh, actually, we've just been kind of blowing them up and playing volleyball. But, uh, yeah, if we need to do any kind of investigation…

big boredom during quarantine mood

- - - - - 

eliot being proud of the one (1) thing he did on the computer 

- - - - - 

parker winked at mcsweeten that poor boy, I’d be smitten too

+

fic writers get on this, parker smells like jasmine

- - - - - 

Hardison: All you have to do is rip them on my flash drive and run.

[FBI Offices]

(Eliot closes the door)

Eliot: I don't have to type anything, right?

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: No, just plug it in. It does the rest.

Eliot: All right, 'cause you know I just learned the Photoshop thing you told me.

Hardison: I-I know. Baby steps.

[FBI Offices]

Eliot: So I just plug it in.

(Eliot forces open a set of cabinet doors and they open, revealing stacks of cassette tapes. He looks at the flash drive in his hand)

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: Now, audio files, they can take a little while to run, but, uh, the servers are pretty loud, so that should give you some cover.

[FBI Offices]

Eliot: It's tapes.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: Wha-hold, wait. Did y-you just say "tapes"?

Eliot: I just said "tapes"!

Hardison: Cassette tapes?

[FBI Offices]

(Eliot picks up a cassette case and taps it with the flash drive)

Eliot: Your little thing, it's not gonna work.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: But at least you ain't got to type nothing.

[FBI Offices]

Eliot: Hardison, how am I supposed to get out of the FBI offices with a boxful of surveillance tapes, huh?

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: Punch somebody.

[FBI Offices]

Eliot: Oh, I’m gonna punch somebody

- - - - - 

Nate: Can you break the codes?

Hardison: The codes? The codes to the Cayman Bank and Trust, where the Cali cartel and the African dictators keep all their dirty money? The ones that Moscone changes anytime he damn well pleases? Like, it's-c-come on. Dude, are you kidding me?

Nate: You know, you're-you're very negative lately. 

Eliot: Yeah. 

Nate: And the sass, it doesn't-doesn't help.

bruh lay off hardison

- - - - - 

[audio of mob family fighting playing off of hardison’s computer]

Sophie: It's a bit like an opera, isn't it?

Eliot: You mean 'cause I want to run away

- - - - - 

Nate: Sophie. Where are we at?

Sophie: Huh? I don't know, Nate. I think you need to ask yourself that question. You called me, remember? And now we're working together every day. I don't know what you want. And to ask me that dressed like a vicar? You're a very strange man.

Nate: No, no, no. I meant where are we at with finding the money?

Sophie: Oh.

chaotic sophienate 

- - - - - 

Nate: How are we doing? How's the search?

Eliot (chopping vegetables): I haven't started yet.

Nate: Okay, you know, I haven't gotten one answer I was looking for today. What is it that you're doing? What's going on?

Eliot: I'm cutting onion, deveining shrimp, uh, pan-searing some scallops. I've got 200 people I got to feed, all right? Back off.

Nate: Okay, okay. Hmm.

Eliot: What, you think the only thing I know how to do is bust heads?

Nate: No, well, yeah.

Eliot (demonstrating): Look, hold a knife like this, cuts through an onion. Hold a knife like this, cuts through, like, eight yakuza in 4 seconds. Screams, carnage. People are like knives. Everything is in context.

Heather (enters): Okay, hors d'oeuvres.

Eliot: Yes, ma'am. Stuffed mushrooms, pine nuts, kiss of basil, some sun-dried tomatoes, and the finishing touch, lemon juice. (gives her bite)

Heather (spits it out): Does this look like a food court? Does it? I want high-End food - High-End! What are you— (walks out)

(Eliot starts to go after her with the knife, Nate stops him)

Eliot: I know.

NEVER GET BETWEEN ELIOT AND HIS FOOD

also, eliot only becoming murderous when someone insults his food? iconic

- - - - - 

Sophie (to bridesmaid): You look lovely.

Cindy: You don't think it makes me look fat?

Parker: Oh, definitely. I mean, why do you think I had to let out the waist? To make you look less skinny?

Sophie: She... she didn't mean that.

Heather: Oh, suck it up, Cindy. You'll be fine.

if someone did this to me I would c r y and that’s the truth lmfao

- - - - - 

the ot3 eating pizza and laughing as nate verbally fucks himself over with sophie lmao

- - - - - 

Hardison: Yo. No way in hell I could ever imagine getting married. I mean, it's just - It's just a piece of paper.

(Eliot, eating an apple, looks at Hardison)

Hardison: I take it you've never been married.

Eliot: No.

Hardison: Ever come close?

Eliot: No.

Hardison: What was her name?

Eliot: It was a girl I grew up with. But anyway, she married somebody else, so...

Hardison: Hot-hot damn, what did you do?

Eliot: What did I do? I liberated Croatia. (leaves)

Hardison: Oh, see, now, me, I would have just got fat and started up a comic-Book shop. That's you and me right there.

relationship foreshadowing in s1 we love to see it

- - - - - 

Hardison: Now, I know that you're in charge of the bridesmaids' dresses, but why are you wearing one?

Parker: A bridesmaid's dress is like an all-access pass at a wedding. Plus, I kind of said something, and the maid of honor cried. And Sophie said I should make it up to her. 

Hardison: By looking much, much better in the same dress? Yeah, you let me know how that goes.

Parker: Hmm, you really think I look good?

Hardison (pinning flowers on her dress): And now you're perfect

they’re BABIES your honor

- - - - - 

(of course the trashy mom wears a sparkly white dress to her daughter’s wedding) 

- - - - - 

(Eliot walks up to the rest of the team)

Eliot: What is it? I got bacon on.

Parker: The Butcher is here.

Eliot: Does he have the baby lamb chops?

Hardison: No. The butcher of Kiev.

Nate: Think he'll recognize you?

[Flashback]

(flames surrounding them, the Butcher has Eliot by the neck and is trying to cut him with a meat cleaver. Eliot is barely holding him off)

Butcher: I kill you!

[Exterior House]

Eliot: Yeah, I think he'd remember me

I live for wacky eliot flashbacks

- - - - - 

Nate: You're staying? Sophie, Sophie, it's the Butcher of Kiev.

Hardison: Have you ever been to Kiev? The cake-maker of Kiev would whup all our ass. This is the butcher.

Sophie: Uh-Huh.

this isn’t that notable, but it’s funny

- - - - - 

parker smushed up against the glass door ,,, just imagine if anyone saw that lmao

- - - - - 

eliot using a frying pan to fight the butcher of kiev,,, iconique

- - - - - 

we need to start making a list of things that are Specifically Not Weapons™ that eliot uses as weapons:

for this episode, a frying pan, a whisk, an appetizer platter, the platter itself 

- - - - - 

Hardison (eating appetizer): This is pretty good, man.

Eliot: Thanks, man. I squeeze, like, fresh lemon juice on it.

Hardison: Cool. Cool.

(they follow Nate out of the kitchen)

eliot is so genuinely happy when someone finally appreciates his food, you can see it in his face ,,, he starts to love hardison just a little bit for that

- - - - - 

Nate: Did you clear out Moscone’s accounts?

Hardison: I left him five dollars for socks

we love the team being petty

- - - - - 

the girl immediately jumped into parker’s lap at the restaurant I’m soft

- - - - - 

soft chef eliot serving his -friends- family is everything 

- - - - - 

I understand that this was technically supposed to be the third episode, so this would have been their first meal as a family and I stan them so hard for it

[writing-hound]

Written in the Sand:

Summary: Mazikeen Sage ventured too far into an abandoned house, the hide locker being in one of the rooms up stairs, abandoned and alone. Her friends had dared her to go in there to see if it was haunted, alone. Her hide, named Spitfire, known for being unpredictable, maternal, and bold, chose her under the very unusual circumstances.

Reading/Pairing: Hamish Duke X Werewolf! Reader

Word Count: 806 words

Warnings: Really none at this point.

A/N: Hello! This story is gonna be a long one with multiple parts. How many? I don’t know yet. Mazikeen is my character, I own her, and so, you know, don’t steal her. The picture is one off of google, and the hide is made from the new site coming out called Wolvden! Hope you guys enjoy this! I am putting a lot of thought into this story so let’s hope I don’t get unmotivated lmfao

This is Mazikeen Sage! Instead of the grey-ish eyes, she has Ice blue ones! Her wolf form however, does have those colored eyes shown below on this reference picture!

This is Spitfire! Picture this as a hide and how the wolves look on the show!

Hide: Part one

I’ve always wondered what was behind the creaky old door of the old abandoned house on Magnolia drive. The windows were boarded up, but not well. It looked as if whoever did it was in a great hurry. I had assumed the doors would be locked, so I never even tried to go in the spooky looking house. 

Until tonight.

Tonight was the only night when I almost chickened out on a dare. And I never really chicken out of one. I looked back at my supposed friends at the time who had dared me to go in. They reminded me of tantalizing snakes, whispering that ‘everything was gonna be okay’ and ‘not to worry’. 

Damn was I ever a fool.

Passing the threshold, I gave a shiver. The ones where you know you aren’t supposed to be there, or that you’re doing something wrong. I ignored it as I went in deeper, going towards the once-grand staircase that lazily winds around. As I walked up the creaky steps, I looked around at the undisturbed dust and items.

Must have been here for centuries! I thought, probably being off with the timeline. I ascended the stairs slowly, looking up and down the hallway. I decided to go right, there was a single door there, looming, and seeming to guard secrets.

I opened the door, it gave a loud and unsettling groan, protesting against the use. Inside the room was furniture covered in aged off-white sheets, termite-eaten wood furniture, and an old, square box in the center, up against the wall between two boarded up windows. 

Curios about the box, I walked over. The box was beautiful for how long it was there. It had delicate carvings that looked fierce, with it’s once vibrant cherry wood. On top was a deep red leather bound book with a layer of dust on it. I picked it up and began to read the first section, the writing in small, rushed handwriting.

December 19

I tried to tell them. But it never seemed right at the time. I should’ve when I had the chance, and now they are all dead. What am I gonna do? Running isn’t an option. No matter where I run, the ringing always finds me.

It is inevitable to say the least. This… Hide makes me do things when that happens. That dreadful ringing. 

I skipped ahead in the book, where there was different handwriting, one seeming like it was written by a female.

April 9th

Spitfire has a way of wanting to do things her way. She is unpredictable that way. When I first accepted the call, I found out rather quickly that when my family was threatened, she didn’t like it. 

When it became apparent that, on top of my own maternal instincts, it fueled her fire. I enjoy it, actually. Today I tracked down a black magic user, one who didn’t know what they were doing actually, and slain them.

That handwriting abruptly stopped. There were a few entries before this one with similar handwriting, but after that, nothing more of it. Swirling cursive caught my attention, making me read another entry.

July 3

Today is the day we execute our plan. Our plan might prove fatal, but it’s what needs to be done to ensure future knights their safety. The magic users are getting more and more advanced, making all of us shift more frequently. It’s not the best plan we have had, but it will have to do. 

Later this evening we, the rest of the pack, will have to go and get in positions. So, Charlie, if you ever find this and I never returned, just know that I love you and I am doing this to protect you. Take care of our daughter, and make sure she never knows of this burden.

I sat there, tears springing to my eyes as I read that last part. But one question rose in my mind. What are they talking about?

I was so lost in thought I barely noticed the box thumping, like something wants to get set free. “What the hell?” I asked myself, leaning closer to take a look. My mind screamed at me to run, but my curiosity rooted me to the ground. All of a sudden, the lid of the box flew open, and all was silent.

I peered into the black abyss of the box, only to get thrown back by a force so strong and crushing, it hurt. Pain seared into me as I struggled to move. A smoky and sickly sweet scent flooded my nostrils as I thrashed. Oddly enough it reminded me of campfires and s’mores. My skin burned and crawled as I let out an ear splitting scream. I couldn’t move.

Then, all at once, blackness enveloped me into its’ welcoming embrace.

[angstkillmonger]

In the Rain (Chadwick Boseman)

Summary: Another one of Chadwick’s highschool friends is getting married and he’s getting tired of going stag all the time.

Warning/s: fluff, chadwick boseman

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chadwick Boseman

A/N: chadwick rolling his eyes is my constant mood. also this is lowkey based off of @whotheeffisbucky’s fic Five Minutes More. read that one if you want a better, more well-written fics lmfao (taglist is open!!)

“Hell no. Not even if you paid me.”

“Oh, come on!”

You turned to Chadwick with a mocking look, only to revert your attention back to his fridge where you were desperately raiding for food. Chadwick rested his chin up against the palm of his hand that was perched on top of the marble counter of the kitchen, too tired to get up and actually make a meal for the both of you..

The wedding invitation looked like it was glaring at Chadwick beside his phone. It was made out of expensive cream paper and everything was handwritten in silver calligraphy. It made his eyes burn the longer he stared at it. 

If that wasn’t enough, they added a small pop-up book containing the important things that happened during the 5 years of their relationship before they got engaged. Such unnecessary luxury made him sick to the stomach. 

Chadwick wanted to go alone, again. For some reason, his highschool friends were simultaneously getting married in this particular year. It annoyed him how everybody keeps asking him why he went stag. It was as if his love life mattered more than his successes in life. He’s Black Panther, for god’s sake, but people prefer it if he has someone to bring to a goddamned wedding.

It shouldn’t make him insecure about it, but he was. And it’s killing him.

“Why do you even care if people are gonna make comments about you going stag? You’re like - you’re Black Panther, man!” you said, now turning to the cupboards. Despite your unfortunate height, you managed to grab a box of Frosted Flakes from the very back of the cupboard. You did a little victory dance that Chadwick has grown to love. 

Then you shoved your hand into the box to grab a handful of the tasty treat and plummeted it into your mouth. Chadwick didn’t have the heart to tell you that one of them fell to the ground.

“Besides, you managed to survive a few weddings this year alone. Why are you asking for a date now?” you asked through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes. 

Chadwick sighed, the thoughts in his mind getting a bit dark for him. “It’s stupid.” 

“Everything you say is stupid to me regardless. So spill the tea, sis.” you retorted as you sat across him, shoving another handful of Frosted Flakes. Chadwick rolled his eyes at you and buried his face into his arms. 

It was quiet for a whole minute and you got impatient. You lightly smacked Chadwick’s arm and he shot his head up. Chadwick sighed again when he saw your accusing look.

“Because they’ll keep asking why I don’t have a date, okay?” 

You paused, pulling your head back in uncertainty. 

“What?” you said in disbelief, putting down your Frosted Flakes-filled fist onto the counter. Chadwick looked ashamed that he even admitted this to you. 

“Only about three people have talked to me about Black Panther. Three people. And the rest asked why I was drinking champagne alone and not slow dancing with somebody like we were at prom.” Chadwick put his hands to his face, looking and feeling absolutely stressed out about this. “It’s so stupid, but it gets on my nerves. I just want, like, if they were gonna ask me something, I want them to focus on what I’ve done, not on why I went alone to the reception.” 

You pursed your lips and placed the Frosted Flakes box down onto the counter. Chadwick truly looked pissed about the same situation he’s been going through in every wedding he’s getting invited to. And you can’t just tell him to not attend the wedding, that’s just not gonna help him.

“Look, Chadwick, if they’re gonna pry on your love life, that’s completely fine. Cater to what they wanna hear. Tell them something honest or tell them something that’s filled with bullshit that they’re gonna think you’re being honest. Then find a way to steer the conversation into your accomplishments and make them realize that your level of success is not judged by your love life.” 

Chadwick looked at you with glazed eyes and his mouth slightly parted in awe. You tend to give out the most honest, no-bullshit advice when he needed it. He wondered why you haven’t published a book about your amazing mindset. 

“But fuck that piece of advice because I’m going with you.” 

Chadwick shot his arms up in victory. “Yes!”

“On one condition,” you deadpanned. 

“Anything!”

“You have to teach me how to improv because I can’t act to save myself.” You paused, chewing on the Frosted Flakes while thinking. “Actually two conditions, you have to let me get shitfaced drunk.”

Chadwick gestured to you for the Frosted Flakes box, and you handed it to him. “Don’t worry, we’re both gonna be drinking away our sorrows together at the open bar.” he jokingly reassured you as he shoved his hand into the box and ate a handful for himself. 

Chadwick pulled up at the reception, looking up at the building. He feels like he has been in here before, like about 4 weddings ago. His train of thought was broken when you opened the passenger seat to get out of his car. He followed suit, walking to your side of the car. 

“So,” you began, looking up at Chadwick. Chadwick looked back at you, and for some reason his stomach did a flip. You were dressed in a nude dress to match the cream motif of the wedding. You even made an effort with your hair to make it all look neat. You looked beautiful.

Chadwick realized he was staring at you for a long time, being quiet for almost a minute probably. Then he suddenly snorted, which made you snort back. You both laughed in the parking lot like idiots before Chadwick composed himself. You were still laughing, resting your head against Chadwick’s chest.

“Okay, uh,” he giggled, but he cleared his throat and pulled a serious face. “We - we’re gonna get in there and fool everybody with our love story.” he said and you nodded in agreement. You took one last look at each other and burst into giggles again before getting into the function hall.

The reception looked as extravagant as the invitation card. The humongous crystal chandelier in the middle of the room looked like it was never touched by a single speck of dust. The motif of the wedding, which was cream and silver, was exaggerated in every corner of the room. Nothing was left overlooked for this reception, from the decorations to the name settings. 

“Ugh, this place reeks of luxury. I need a drink.” you grumbled and looped your arm around Chadwick’s. Chadwick obediently followed you to the open bar, the bartender nodding to your request of two flutes of champagne. You looked around to observe the reception further, and Chadwick’s heart did a somersault when he stared at you. 

What is up with his chest beating so hard today? 

You turned to grab the flute from the bar, sipping it to test the waters. Chadwick had to mentally restrain himself to keep himself from staring at you too much. 

“This place is too big to house a small wedding. There were barely enough people in the pews back in the church.” you said. You looked at something - or someone - behind Chadwick and your smile suddenly grew wider. 

“Hold on, I gotta say hi to a friend.” you told him, hopping off the bar stool and pressing a small kiss to his cheek. 

Though he gave you a look before you left, he didn’t complain about it. He had to remind himself that you were acting to be his girlfriend, for his sake. He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he sipped on the champagne you ordered for the both of you. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Chadwick Boseman,” an all-too familiar voice called out to Chadwick from behind him and he almost let out an exasperated groan. 

Without even having to turn around, he already knew it was the bride’s cousin, Devon. Devon was one of those kids back in highschool who had a smart mouth and liked to pick fights with teachers. He especially liked to pick fights with people who don’t want anything to do with him. 

Forcing a grin as Devon sat on your seat, he accepted the high-five he offered and hugged him, wanting to gag at the smell of the expensive perfume he was wearing on his suit. 

“Ah, man. I was expecting you to come alone, but Marie said you ticked plus one on the invite. Didn’t see you walk in with somebody, though.” he said, smirking. Chadwick fixed his blazer and cleared his throat. He wished you’d be back from talking with your friend. 

“I’m not alone.” he said, taking a big gulp of the champagne. Devon gave him a sympathetic look. He was basically telling Chadwick that he didn’t believe him. 

“Look, man, if you wanna bluff -”

“Hey, Chadwick.” 

Chadwick felt his heart jump when he felt your hand against his. Your lips softly brushed against his cheek as you intertwined your hands together. Chadwick wished, in the back of his mind, that you weren’t acting. The improv skills felt so real he almost got fooled - otherwise he would’ve thought so much about the action. 

He smiled back and placed a kiss against your forehead. “Hey, baby.” he cooed and glanced back to Devon, who was now sporting a vaguely surprised look on his face. 

When your attention diverted to Devon, your personality completely changed, just like you practiced back at home. You smiled wide at Devon and stretched out your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Chadwick’s girlfriend.” you introduced yourself with charm as you and Devon shook hands. 

Devon was at a loss for words, and rightfully so. You were gorgeous and the world’s most iconic makeup artist; who wouldn’t feel extremely lucky to have you? Chadwick then reminded himself that you weren’t his actual girlfriend.

“You’re, like, on every cover of every beauty magazine I’ve seen.” Devon said, his eyes travelling on every inch of your skin, making Chadwick feel a little protective. You chuckled, humbled by Devon’s compliment and ignoring his predator and obviously disgusting gaze on you. “You’re exaggerating. I’m just a simple makeup artist.” 

“An iconic one at that, darling.” Chadwick complimented you, and he was surprised by how genuine it sounded coming out of his mouth. He draped his arm around you like it was a natural thing he did with you. You laughed, and it sounded like the most beautiful sound Chadwick has ever heard. Like a song he’ll never get tired of hearing. 

Devon was stunned for a moment. Then he turned to Chadwick, “You never mentioned her before.” 

“Well, he was nervous. I mean, his presence could already stir something a tiny bit chaotic, and he also mentioned that the bride is a fan of mine. My presence here shouldn’t affect this special day. He even told me not to come, but I know how lonely he would feel watching the newlyweds. He gets real clingy.” 

That was fast, Chadwick thought. Your improv classes with him paid off. You smiled up at him when he glared at you for saying that he gets clingy. 

Devon is looking at the both of you with amusement. “You two should get married.” he said, and Chadwick almost choked on his champagne. 

“We -”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” you cut him off, holding his hand that was around your shoulder, subtly hiding his ring finger. You winked at Devon.

Almost immediately, Devon understood what you meant and gave you both a knowing look. He then said goodbye to Chadwick before standing up and disappearing to probably look for someone else to annoy. Chadwick felt himself visibly relax. 

“Who was that?” you asked, gratefully taking back your seat. “Devon. He’s the bride’s cousin. He liked to bully me back in highschool because he knows I can’t compete with his supposed intellect.” Chadwick rolled his eyes at the memory of Devon tormenting him wherever he went. 

“Well, I’m glad he doesn’t argue with you now. I would’ve put in a foot long into his mouth to shut him up.” 

Chadwick smirked, trying not to laugh at the inappropriate joke. You both sat in mutual silence, both having trembling smiles on your faces before eventually giving up and burst out laughing. 

The night went the same as all weddings do for Chadwick; speeches that went on for too long, so much champagne, and not enough wedding cake. You and Chadwick somehow managed to snag about half a dozen of slices without getting caught by anyone. You would both run to the farthest corner of the room and ate the cake while watching the party go on without the both of you in it, your minds blurry with the magical haze of the alcohol and frosting. 

You played your role as his makeup artist girlfriend perfectly. You were confident in your talent and job, but also humble. You spoke with your chin up and with poise, entrancing the people towards you and making them fall for you without them even knowing. 

And because of you, everybody began asking about his accomplishments: what he did in Black Panther, how the production was, what it meant to him. Everybody seemed to be satisfied now that you’re in the picture that they’ve got nothing else to comment on but his fame. 

The whole night his arm was around your waist, your body close to him. He wished that you both went as a couple, not as an actor and his makeup artist making everybody jealous with their successes and fame. But it just doesn’t work that way. Fate has another lane Chadwick has to walk on, and it has one for you, too.

Time was slowly ticking towards early morning. Chadwick stood by the door frame of the girl’s bathroom slowly eating cake as you took your time fixing your makeup. Your hair was slowly coming apart, your dress a little crooked, and your heels were beside Chadwick’s feet. 

As Chadwick shoved a spoonful of cake into his mouth, you emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh but still half-drunk from the champagne and wine. “I’m gonna regret coming here.” you muttered, struggling to get your feet into your heels. Chadwick motioned his plate of cake to you and you gladly took it out of his hands, immediately wolfing it down. 

The ballroom was filled with people, the band that they hired playing some happy, upbeat song. The newlywed couple was nowhere to be found, but it didn’t matter. Chadwick turned to you with his hands into his pocket, watching you eat up the cake like it was your source of life. 

“Where did the bride get this cake? It’s fucking delicious.” you moaned through a mouthful of frosting. Chadwick reached up his hand to your cheek and wiped away a speck of icing. “I’ll make sure to ask her where she got it.” he joked and you put up a thumbs-up at him, making him laugh. 

The band switched to another song. It sounded suspiciously like a breakup song but it made Chadwick want to dance along to it.

He turned to you, a grin on his face. “Let’s dance?” Chadwick asked. 

You turned to him with a confused look. “To a breakup song?” you asked, and he nodded. You giggled, but continued to eat away your cake. Chadwick grabbed the spoon and plate from your hands, earning a whine from you. 

“Come on, the band’s still playing.” He grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to let him drag you into the middle of the ballroom. 

The band was near the chorus of the song, so Chadwick put you to position. His hands are on your waist, and your hands were on his shoulders. “I gotta have to tell you; I’m in heels and I’m partially drunk, so don’t expect me to pull a Mambo No. 5 on you.” you warned him, and Chadwick laughed and nodded.

You swayed along to the slow song, unable to stop yourself from laughing to the lyrics of the song. “Oh, my god. This is such a depressing song to slow dance to.” you whispered to Chadwick. He dipped his head to hide his embarrassed grin. “Just ignore the lyrics and just dance.” he told you.

Your arms moved to wrap themselves around his neck, your eyes fixated on his. Your eyes flashed a strange image into Chadwick’s mind; you in a white dress, a long white veil behind you as you both slowly swayed along to your wedding song, your whispers echoing into his ears like the wind making a promise.

Chadwick lost himself for a moment. He had to blink multiple times to compose himself.

You smiled up at him and Chadwick felt his heart swell up and warmth travel to his cheeks. You were really beautiful, he thought, and not just because the media perceived you to be. The slow disco lights illuminated your face, your body. It illuminated you.

Chadwick was breathless.

“What do you have in your mind?” you asked him, voice barely below a whisper, afraid something might happen if you raised your voice. But he still heard you, your tone soothing him. 

“About how everyone got fooled by us.” he replied, in the same tone as you. 

You grinned, rolling your eyes. “You know how annoyed you would be when you get home from this party if I didn’t agree to be your fake girlfriend. And I don’t want you coming home annoyed.”

Chadwick chuckled, ducking his head back in embarrassment. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed. He suddenly felt so intimidated by you. You looked so beautiful and he felt so unworthy of dancing with someone like you. His heart was melting and pounding at the same. He doesn’t understand the emotion he’s feeling in his mind. He feels hazy. 

“You know,” he started, breathing in and out. “If we weren’t acting, I would’ve done all these things with you.” 

You looked up at him, your eyes glazed. “We were just acting.” 

“You saved me from feeling horrible about myself from another wedding.” he gently said, “All the comments about me going alone was gone, and they finally payed attention to what I cared most about.

“So thank you, and I mean all the words I’ve told everyone about you. I mean every single one of them.”

You were the first one to jump into the kiss, and Chadwick was quick to kiss you back. He tightly closed his eyes, feeling fireworks go off behind his eyes. He cupped your face and pulled you closer to him, wanting more of your lips, wanting more of you. 

But you had to pull away, panting but you licked your lips to taste the remnants of his. Chadwick let out a shuddering breath. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered.

“I - I don’t know what to say.” you stuttered. Chadwick bit his lip, then grabbed your hand, running towards the exit of the function hall. “Chadwick!” you yelped, but you were laughing. God, Chadwick wanted to hear more of that laugh. 

“Chadwick, slow down! I can’t run in these heels -” Chadwick interrupted you by swooping his arm under your legs and carrying you bridal style. You let out a screech as he frantically ran out of the building. 

When Chadwick pushed the glass door open, you were both immediately drenched. You gasped in horror; it was raining. “Chadwick!” you screeched. 

But Chadwick had the hugest shit-eating grin on his face when he looked at you.

“Chadwick, it’s raining - get back inside!” you demanded, thrashing in his arms. He wouldn’t budge and twirled you both around, laughing boisterously while looking up at the rain. “Chadwick!” you demanded again, but he wasn’t listening to you. He looked so happy. 

He finally let you down, but his arms remained around your waist, locking you into place. You were about scream out his name when he suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, instantly melting you into his arms. 

And there you both stayed in the rain, drenched but pathetically in love. Chadwick wouldn’t want to be in other place than to be with you. 

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[adorealeclightwood]

SH Live Review, 3x05: Stronger Than Heaven.

Hey there! If you’re new to the blog, allow me to explain what this is. 

All I’m doing is reviewing the episode as it’s playing. Keep in mind, I try SUPER hard to avoid any spoilers (aside from the usual promos/clips posted by cast members, or the official SH accounts), and I haven’t read any of the books. I may pause to refer back to previous episodes, or go into a bit of detail about certain events. 

A breakdown of Alec’s emotions and thoughts in the episode will be posted afterwards. Once that goes up, I’ll be answering all your burning questions. 

Let’s begin! 

Wait, was that Matthew saying “previously on Shadowhunters?” 

Can Lilith stay the hell away from Magnus please.

Okay, I’m pausing already. Magnus is the son of Asmodeus. Wouldn’t that mean he’s able to sense that Lilith is a demon and not a warlock? Pressing play.

OH MY GOD. GUYS. THIS IS SUCH A GREAT PARALLEL. I’LL DISCUSS IT IN THE ANALYSIS.

A sliver of the soul? That would explain why Lilith was ordering a demon to get Clary’s in the promo. Oh shit.

 See, now I’m mad. Magnus is so helpful and pure. He doesn’t deserve to be manipulated like this. Lilith has to know that he’s dating Jace’s parabatai. 

Jace going to the City of Bones? FUCK.

I understand Clary’s feelings towards the situation, but Jace is tired, scared, and sick of feeling this way. I’m glad he’s willing to take the necessary steps towards getting the help he needs. 

“What are you gonna do, text him?” There’s the sarcastic Jace I know and love! 

What’s in the box? I see feathers and jewelry. 

Magnus, you’re a bad liar. 

Alec’s little smile. My son is so cute. 

Magnus is so dramatic trying to conjure up one of Alec’s shirts lol.

Magnus’ reasoning is legit. It’s easy to forget they haven’t been together very long. 

Alec still looks upset though. 

Jace taking a personal day? Since when?

Is it weird that I wouldn’t mind a Jace + Simon ( Jimon? Sace? I don’t know.) brotp? They’re funny!

I like the fact that Jace tries to cover up his interest in Simon’s situation by saying Clary is the one that cares. 

Izzy, you don’t need any of Clary’s clothes. Have you seen your wardrobe? You always look hot. 

FINALLY, Clary tells someone! (Should’ve been Alec, but I digress.)

Luke doesn’t seem very surprised. It’s like he can totally believe she did it, he just didn’t think she would, you know? 

When did Lilith get a sidekick? Who is that guy, and why isn’t she using him instead of Jace? So many questions. 

“Friend of a friend.” Oh Jace, you snarky bitch. 

I have to say, Jace walking around touching everything reminds me of season 1. 

Alexander Lightwood, what are you doing? 

Do not open that box, young man. Put it back right now. 

DAMN IT ALEC. NOW YOU’RE SAD. 

Luke has a farm? I didn’t see this coming. 

She bypassed her brother to hug Clary? Oh. Well then.

As annoying as Jace can be, he has a point, Simon. There are way too many coincidences for this to be written off as “luck”.  

Poor Simon just wants to have a normal life with a normal roommate. 

SIMON, WEED DOES N O T LOOK LIKE THAT, LMFAO. TRUST ME.

I feel like they’re about to get caught going through Kyle’s things. 

Well, what do you know! They got caught.  

The seraph blade is glowing??????????????

WHAT THE HELL? 

KYLE IS A BITCH ASS LIAR. CONFIRMED. 

He looks attractive with his eyes glowing like that though. 

So THAT’S what the Praetor is. 

Ohhh, so they’re protecting Simon. 

“I’m not a job!” I felt that!

Telling the truth would solve 99% of the issues on this show. 

That was intense. 

OH BOY. I’VE FOUND A NEW KINK. 

Aw, this is so sweet! 

Alec, you inspirational little Shadowhunter you. 

He looked away when he said “trusting”. HMMMM. 

Wait, doesn’t Clary have angel blood? Can’t she contact the angels herself? 

Ah, okay, she said it. 

Luke looks worried. I trust papa Luke! 

The premed in me is in love with Charlie. 

Izzy is so adorable. It’s good to see her out enjoying herself. 

Oh damn it. There’s a demon nearby. 

That’s the same one that’s supposed to be after Clary! 

Now there’s two of them???

Lilith, you could’ve saved yourself the trouble and done it yourself in the first place, ma’am. 

Charlie’s back! 

No, she needs to use her healing rune, not the E.R. The struggle of interacting with mundanes. 

Wait a minute, the last time a Shadowhunter got involved with that stone, they almost died. I don’t know how to feel about this. 

Leave her? HELL no. Watch her from the trees or something.

Something bad is going to happen in these woods, I can already tell. 

Jace is so damn PETTY lol.

Why don’t you take your own advice Jace? Hmm? 

Alec has been working on his apologies! I’m so proud. 

Gin? Since when does Alec drink? 

OH MY GOD. MAGNUS. 

That box is full of things from past lovers. This is so sad. 

Alec ):

Magnus yelling? Oh shit.

The way he looked down. My chest hurts. 

He’s obviously still upset. 

THAT LOOK. I KNEW IT. 

Izzy has no idea how a hospital works. Perks of being a Shadowhunter! 

Charlie is such a good guy. I really want this to work out. 

Papa Luke is right, he can definitely keep and eye on her from a distance. 

Girl, a dog and an angel are completely different. He’s right to be worried. 

Hey, didn’t we see him in 2x20? I don’t know how to spell his name. 

OH MY FUCKING GOD?????

WHO RIPPED HIS HEART OUT?

WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT IS THIS SHIT? 

ANGELS CAN DIE? JUST LIKE THAT? 

IS THAT LILITH????????????? THAT EVIL BITCH.

NOOOOOO, SHE GOT SOME OF CLARY’S SOUL.

That was a lot to take in. 

Oh look, Kyle and Simon are arguing again. 

Yes, Simon! Own your life boo. 

Alec is always putting other people first. He should be the one venting right now. 

I do find it interesting how it’s been proven time and time again that they can see right through each other’s bullshit, yet they continue trying to bullshit one another. 

Silent City? Did the City of Bones get a name change? 

Alec refusing to let Jace go alone? Be still, my beating heart. 

THAT HUG WAS MUCH NEEDED. (For me, anyway.)

Of all the times for Clary to not answer her phone. 

That shoutout was funny. Do your thing Simon! 

I’m so sick of Lilith always popping up. 

WATCH YOUR FUCKING DRINK, JACE. BAR ETIQUETTE 101.

I like the stark contrast between the real Jace, and the Jace that Lilith is controlling. He just zones out and you can see that he isn’t himself. 

Shit is about to get real.     

All done! This episode was...a lot. It felt rushed at times, but I realize that they’re still setting up for what’s coming. I’m sure we’ll be seeing the aftermath of these actions in future episodes. Thanks for reading (or watching?) along! I’ll be doing this again next week. 

[pyotatochip]

You Are Me | Zico x Reader

i return! i had this idea in my head for a long while and i’m so glad to finally get it out! let’s pretend that jiho went to a normal ass high school in korea for this scenario, okay? lmfao

the animation mentioned in the story is called There She Is and is a korean animation I watched for the first time like. a decade ago. it’s ultra cute! check it out! it’s got a good message too!

You Are Me | Woo Jiho x Reader Word count: 1,437 Inspired by: I Am You, You Are Me by Zico, There She Is!! by Sambakza Summary: high school au - You had a tendency to fall for bad guys, but Jiho really wasn’t all that bad.

You had always been a traditionally good girl. You were B-4’s class president, got straight A’s, captained the girl’s tennis team during the season, and managed the boy’s lacrosse team off season. You were at least acquaintances with everyone in your grade, and tried to keep a good relationship with everyone in your class. You walked to school every morning, brought in your family’s mail every afternoon, cooked dinner every wednesday night, and wore a fresh uniform every day.

Jiho was a traditionally bad boy. He was late to class often, or skipped out early with his friends. He always had his nose in a comic book, his ears covered with headphones, his feet on tables, and his shirt untucked. He sat in the back of the room with the rest of his crew, doing his best to avoid the teacher’s gaze and get away with as much cursing as possible, head bobbing to the beat that was playing in his ears.

You knew his type. You always seemed to fall for guys like him. You wondered why that was - why you had an attraction to the people that would inevitably break your heart. Perhaps you wanted to fix them? Either way, you had had your eye on him for a while, and he seemed to have an eye on you, too. When he had lagged behind his friends after class, helping you organize the ballots for the theme of your class’ festival booth, you couldn’t help but notice his slick words and how close to you he got.

It didn’t take long. He walked with you to your house after counting ballots, and the next day, you were telling your friends about how he had kissed you outside your gate and you hadn’t stopped him.

“Really?” Mina had said, mouth agape. “Jiho-oppa? Seriously?”

You covered a laugh as you blushed. “Yes, Jiho-oppa.”

“You have such a type,” Daeun laughed, picking a bit of ham out of her lunch and eating it. “You know you’re not gonna make him better, right?”

“I’m not gonna try to make him better,” you said defensively. “He’s actually really sweet all on his own.”

Mina gave you a look. “You always say that, then they end up being the bad boy you fell for and breaking your heart.”

You shrugged. “Jiho-oppa seems different.”

They didn’t believe you, but that was fine. You knew he was different, and that’s all that mattered to you.

All week, Jiho walked you home after school. All week, Jiho helped you with your duties as class president. All week, Jiho would steal you away for the last five minutes of lunch to chat in the stairwell, and occasionally do a little more than chat. All week, you were nothing but smiles and giggles, biting your lip every time Mina passed up a note for you from your “troublemaker boyfriend.”

“It’s the honeymoon phase,” she said, handing you the note over your shoulder. “I give it a month before he loses interest because you won’t put out.”

After a month, walking you home after school became sitting in your living room with a pot of tea, studying and working on decorations for the festival. Five minutes during your lunch became the entire period, sitting on a bench outside in the sun, sharing everything either of you brought for lunch that day. Your smiles and giggles maintained, perhaps even increased - Jiho had a real skill when it came to making you smile. He wrote love songs, scribbled lyrics onto sheets of notebook paper and sent them your way. When you read them, you knew he had a tune in his head, and it excited you that you would be able to hear it, too, when he got around to sitting down with his keyboard. You would always peek over your shoulder after reading his notes, and every time, his chin would be resting on his hand, smiling as he waited for your reaction.

His friends often teased him for going soft, but he never cared. He could hold his own, you knew. All he had to do was tell them off, saying that they didn’t have any pretty girls that wanted to kiss them, then he was back to taking your hand in his as he walked you home, talking about the new album his brother picked up from the record store. Then, when you got to your house, he would hurriedly tuck in his shirt and pull up his pants to greet your mother, who thought nothing but amazing things about “that lovely Woo boy.”

Jiho was so unapologetically himself, whether he was back talking with his clever tongue, or excitedly gushing about something he loved. They seemed like different people, but you knew better.

The class had voted on a cute animal cafe, so you and several other students had taken it upon yourself to make menu boards, placemats, and various other signs for the classroom, all of which had pawprints on them. Some students were designated as waiters and waitresses, while others were designated “cute animals,” requiring cat, dog, or bunny ears, and whatever else they could produce to make the costume. Jiho was at your house again, but this time, he was helping you bake cupcakes, putting a tray of hot ones in the fridge to cool and loading the last unbaked tray into the oven as you mixed together a light frosting.

Jiho started unwrapping one of the slightly warm cupcakes, licking his fingers. You almost stopped him, knowing that you needed as many as you could manage to serve at the cafe, but you shrugged. One less cupcake wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Hey,” he started, swallowing his first bite of cake. “These are delicious.”

You beamed. “My mom’s recipe. You should try the carrot ones, too.”

“No wonder she owns a bakery,” he said, leaning against the counter next to you, watching you add massive amounts of butter to a stand mixer. You slowly increased the speed and examined the mixture, watching it come together. When it was completely combined, you shut off the mixer and stole a chunk of his cupcake, leaning against the counter with him.

“Do you have your cat costume?” You asked, putting the warm vanilla cake in your mouth before it fell apart.

He nodded. “I even got the green scarf. Do you have your bunny?”

“Yeah,” you said. Jiho had shown you an animation earlier that week, giggling and saying it reminded him of the two of you. “I don’t think anyone will get the reference”

“Who cares,” he said, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. “It’ll make us happy, and that’s what matters.”

He put the rest of the cupcake in his mouth as you smiled at him. You looked around your kitchen, half covered in boxes of frosted cupcakes and half covered in cooling racks of unfrosted. “What color should I make this frosting?”

Jiho thought a moment. “Purple.”

You nodded, finding the purple food coloring and adding a few drops to the frosting, turning on the mixer again to incorporate it into a soft lavender color. You poked him, and he leaned over to peek into the bowl. He gave you a thumbs up, and you scraped the frosting down the bowl and started shoveling it into a frosting bag.

You mom peeked her head into the kitchen. “How’s it going?”

You looked up from the pastry bag. “Ah, well!”

She walked into the room, examining the boxes. “It smells good. Your piping has gotten better.”

“I thought so, too!” You grinned at her. “I used to be all over the place.”

“Your dad and I were talking about ordering chicken. You’re welcome to stay for dinner, of course, Jiho-ya.”

“I’d love to, especially for chicken,” he said, smiling. Your mother laughed.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she said, walking out of the kitchen. After tossing the cupcake wrapper into the garbage, Jiho picked up your family’s cat, rubbing his face all over her.

It was times like these that made it hard for you to believe that anyone could see Jiho as a “bad boy” type. You may have originated in different worlds, but something fit so well between you two. You smiled, thinking about the cat and bunny in the animation, falling in love despite everyone around them disagreeing with their compatibility.

“What are you smiling at?” He pulled you from your thoughts as he set your cat down.

You shook your head lightly and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing.”

[mmakehappy]

2017

1. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before? i’ll try to do this chronologically again: so at the beginning of january one of my best friends left to study abroad in rome which was sad and i missed her a lot. i saw rory scovel do stand up. i took an animation class which was fun for the first few weeks until i failed it lmao. actually my classes from jan to march did not go so well tbh but whatever i made it through. my sister came to visit me the weekend before st paddys day which was super fun and then we saw panic which was soooooooo fuckin rad i love them still wow! i went home for spring break and visited a local winery w my dad which was a lot of fun and then a week later uhhh me and @carrot-gallery became gfs!!! and my whole frickin life changed bc i love her so much wow!! but then a week after that i turned 22 and spent my birthday alone! which i tried to pretend didnt make me sad but by the end of the day i was very sad about it and thats when my sweet gf called me to sing happy birthday and i sobbed on my couch and ill never forget that!!! so okay then spring quarter classes started and i was a part of depaul’s visiting artist series which was super cool... i met a lot of new awesome people (both at depaul and the industry ppl that were our guests!) and made some great friends in that class! i was a house manager and camera op which was super fun. i went to a screening of my fave professor’s short film which was also rad. i saw a ghost story at the chicago critics film festival, which was amazing. i saw idiocracy in 35mm and then mike judge did a q&a! the very next day i was house manager for depaul’s student film festival at the music box! i saw chris gethard do a live recording of beautiful/anonymous and then also do some standup, that was awesome. i saw day wave live!!! amazing! i spent an entire dystopian day dealing with megabus. that was hell! i sat at an outdoor amphitheater and even tho i couldnt really see him i got to listen to seu jorge sing david bowie covers and life was magical for a few hours. my sisters came up to visit me and we saw aladdin the musical and had our minds blown, it was soooo fun! i went to the chicago pride parade for the very first time but i went by myself and at one point i was sitting on the curb just crying! not a high point but still memorable. i won a ticket to an advanced screening of the big sick where kumail & emily were there to do a q&a after the movie.... had a fuckin blast OBVIOUSLY and then saw the movie 9 other times in various theatres. i also made it into a commercial FOR the movie i just loved it that much lmao! i moved into a new (and my current) apartment! lorde released melodrama and fucking murdered me in my own home. otherwise i had a pretty uneventful but anxiety filled summer bc of financial aid stuff so that really sucked. i saw good time w taylor and the safdie brothers were there to do a q&a and they were such interesting guys i could listen to them talk for hours honestly. my mom and sisters came up to visit me and we took our mom to her very first cubs game which was sooo so much fun and they won that day too!! it was awesome and we had a great time :) watched the eclipse (or tried to anyway!!) fall quarter classes started and i honestly kicked ass at them, i got on the deans list (i almost typed honor roll lmao i mean its basically the same) i hung out with ari again which was cool!! we went to the aquarium! me and taylor saw beach fossils which was honestly the most buckwild concert ive ever been to i think, it was good shit. i got jobs at AMC (which i have since quit lmao) and starbucks and left my job at the paint place which was bittersweet! me and taylor saw mbmbam live!!! so fun!! and we watched trolls that night and goofed on it so hard!! i went home for thanksgiving and found out my big sister is gonna have a baby this year!! :D i saw mike birbiglia do stand up! which was soooo incredible of course (except i felt bad bc my mom was supposed to come w me but she couldnt go! so i brought taylor lol) UMMMMM MY DAM GIRLFRIEND CAME TO CHICAGO TO VISIT ME AND STAYED FOR A WHOLE DANG WEEK AND IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER SHE MAKES ME SO HAPPY WE HAD SO MUCH FUN AND I MISS HAVING HER RIGHT NEXT TO ME EVERY SINGLE GOSH DANG DAY <3 ;_____; and that was my year!!

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? last year i said id like to read at least one book each month and watch at least 100 movies - i did neither! im keeping the movie resolution though bc cmon 100 movies should be EASY for a film major wtf am i doing!

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? no but it will happen in 2018! 

4. Did anyone close to you die? not a person but we had to put down my sweet doggo, flash :(

5. What countries did you visit? still none :/

6. What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017? More confidence that I actually deserve to be in college and that I can do this shit and I’m awesome <– that was my answer from last year and the year before but yeah. same. also money.

7. What dates from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? ummm march 25 when me and gf became gfs and also dec 17 when she came to visit :)

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? putting myself out there by doing VAS/Premiere, getting on the deans list for the first time since freshman year and then also getting a new job

9. What was your biggest failure? this summer i didnt do shit besides wallow and cry and it sucked!

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? nope

11. What was the best thing you bought? every movie ticket and the bras i bought for natalie ;-)

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? natalie’s because she’s amazing and works so hard!!!! and she can always cheer me up and im so in love w her

13. Whose behavior made you appalled? mine bc i could never just get my shit together and do my homework when i was supposed to :) < thats from last year but lmfao same!

14. Where did most of your money go? RENT, movie/event tix, food, in that order

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? THE BIG SICK, the new season of sv, p much all of the events that i listed in the first question lol

16. What song will always remind you of 2017? umm honestly probably any song from melodrama

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer? I’m a. happier, b. probably thinner? or maybe the same idk, and c. definitely DEFINITELY poorer

18. What do you wish you’d done more of? read and write and watch movies and write and read about movies

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? Spending money and also being bitter about everything for no reason <– last year and the year before that AGAIN and also same!

20. How did you spend Christmas? working at AMC which i hated every second of :)

21. Did you fall in love in 2016? yes with my amazing girlfriend @carrot-gallery

22. What was your favorite TV program? silicon valley, AMERICAN VANDAL, the good place, great british bake off

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? nah just politicians who like. actively want me to die lol

24. What was the best book you read? bitch,

25. What was your greatest musical discovery? mitski like why the fuck did i sleep on her..... tbh thats about it bc i still listen to the same music i did 10 years ago

26. What did you want and get? I wanted a steadier/better paying job and i have it!

27. What did you want and not get? idk i wanted to be financially stable on my own and i still dont have that

28. What was your favorite film of this year? ugh i hate this question! ok in no order: THE BIG SICK, GOOD TIME, A GHOST STORY, GET OUT, THE FLORIDA PROJECT

29. What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? uhhh having my sweet girlfriend by my side each and every day 

30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017? sometimes chic, always sweaty

31. What kept you sane? Sydney, my best friend in the entire world. (This was my answer from last year and the year before that and the year before that AND THE YEAR BEFORE THAT but it still holds true) also everyone in the sv discord chat still AND natalie of course of course

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? kumail nanjiani duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, taika waititi, and martin starr always and probably more but i legit cant think of anyone rn lol

33. What political issue stirred you the most? yikes all of it. all of the issues (this was from last year but same lmao)

34. Who did you miss? i miss my dogs and my family and my girlfriend 35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017. You can set goals for yourself and talk about it all you want but it’s nothing until you actually start working towards it and doing something about it. <– answer from last year and the year before that and the year before that, still true!! imma keep that. also idk just like, there are good days and super bad days and ive survived all of them so its just a reminder to myself that ill be okay.

36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. These days will all seem better in time Waiting on that hindsight

[cambrasine]

Zine Organization Guide/Tips

There’s been a huuuugee influx of friends and friendly strangers asking me about how to run a zine -- so under the cut is my spiel! 

Wait, who are you? Hey! I’m Jennie. I’ve run a couple zines and am working on a couple more. I’ve participated in hmm let’s see one two three four (more?) others, too! Okay, now for the guide.. First off, though It’s incredibly rewarding, don’t underestimate how much time running a zine takes. Most projects I’ve been a part of have run over the course of 3 - 8 months. Admin stuff takes a lot of time day-to-day too - setting up a blog, forms, spreadsheets, store, answering questions you’ve answered 1000 times, assembling, packing, etc. etc. Don’t take this the wrong way - I am a zine enthusiast but just make sure you have enough time to take this on, or team up with a friend or two to multiply the fun and share the workload! :)  ORGANIZATION If you open for applications / submissions then I suggest using google forms. That way everything is in one place and organized in a spreadsheet. Similarly, I suggest google sheets for keeping track of things. For example, we made a google sheet to share with all participants. Next to their username they can fill out things like their e-mail address, how they wanted to be listed in the artist directory, what they will be drawing (to avoid excessive repeats), etc. plus a little box to check off when they complete their piece. You can also make multiple tabs which is fun (For YoI zine we had a cover sheet (explanations of each tab, announcements), participant info, templates, FAQ, timeline, wip share, and bundle sign ups). It’s all in one place makes it easy for the organizer as well as participants to keep track of! For your own sanity MAKE A TEMPLATE for your participants to make their art on — At the correct size (including bleed if you’re printing full bleed), resolution (300 dpi+), and color profile (CYMK) for printing. SOME PEOPLE WILL STILL NOT DO IT CORRECTLY. Mentally prepare yourself LOL  > Make sure to leave room for title page/credits/thank you - whatever!  > Printing goes in multiples of four so be prepared with a back up if someone drops out and screws up your page count! > Leave cushion room around your deadlines. Build in a week after your deadline for people who need extensions because people ALWAYS need extensions! > Making a WIP/check in deadline was really helpful I think > It’s a nice thing to do to offer participants a copy as long as you can afford it. Otherwise there’s not much motivation to participate;; If it’s for profit, give them a cut. DISTRIBUTION DIGITAL As far as distribution, gumroad is a classic for digital downloads, plus they have this nifty ‘pay what you want’ option. They do take some fees though, less if you pay $10 for a month but you have to balance an equation to see if it’s worth it. Since we didn’t know when to set the release date for, we skipped this and will just be emailing the file ourselves, but I have used gumroad in the past. PHYSICAL > I would try out bigcartel - it’s totally free to have 5 items or less. Haven’t tried it myself. > Storenvy is probably best option after that. There’s a 10% fee for purchases made through the marketplace, but you can turn it off and just sell from your custom storefront.  They introduced ‘’'Storenvy fees’'’ where they charge customer an extra fee now (usually .99 I think) which they withdraw from your accounts afterward > Etsy is fine, there’s the .20 listing fee but it’s not very customizable visually... I just don’t love it, ok? lmfao You can give it a go > Tictail is OK (can’t turn off marketplace / 10% fee from marketplace orders, doesn’t integrate with shipping easy easily, can’t make different item groups for shipping, etc.) PRINTING If you’ll be printing, check with local printers. Get quotes. GET A LOT OF QUOTES. Some people will not respond at all. Some will be crazy and not understand how to price books/booklets and try to price you for 1000 prints instead. You just have to look around.  Side note: Hard copy proofs are great! If it’s your first time assembling a zine, I’d highly recommend you get one. Some recommended printers: 

Smart Press US based. Love them!! Good quality, good customer service, usually one of the less expensive options. Solid A grade :) RA Comics Direct/Nations Print California based. Haven’t used them myself, but heard very good things. They'll mail ya a free paper sample booklet if you ask! Pixartprinting Based in Italy. Usually the cheapest option, print quality is good, but not /amazing/ No hard copy proofs.  Catprint NY Based. They only do saddle stitch binding, and I’ve never used them for books but their print quality was great. You can get a paper sample booklet from them too, and they have so many freaking paper options.  PrintNinja China Based. Everyone and their mother seems to love their quality. They have high minimums and very little flexibility on them (250, 500, 750, etc.) but they also have lots of cool options like foil, embossing, debossing, etc. if you’ve got the cashflow. SHIPPING (from US) USPS is pretty much always the cheapest option. Once you know the weight, you can easily calculate on the site how much it will cost to ship. For reference, a 20 page book I made weighed about 5 oz, a 60 page one weighed about 7 oz. Bubble mailers are your best friend! I like the poly ones vs the paper ones bc they’re waterproof. I like these ones a lot, the adhesive is strong!! For shipping the 20 page one, I included a piece of cardboard for rigidity. For the 60 page one, it wasn't necessary and only /one/ out of the 400+ shipped was damaged. The easiest to way to ship through USPS though is to use a service like ShippingEasy. You can do buy postage for 50 packages each month on their free plan but if you ship more than that and want to use them, you'll have to pay $x a month. With ShippingEasy you import your orders, can choose your standard shipping settings, etc. and buy postage online. That way you can do it any time of day, don't have to hand write labels, etc. I also bought these labels so that you just peel and stick them on the package - no tape necessary! If you use Etsy or Storenvy, you can set it up to automatically receive your orders. If you use Tictail, you're going to have to export them to a spreadsheet, then import them - which is a pain and is only available on paid ShippingEasy plans. There's a free month trial tho if you time it right! Also with USPS - if you can safely leave packages outside - you can schedule a pick up online and they'll come pick your packages up at your house! No lugging heavy boxes to the post office! END NOTES Every project is different. You’re bound to hit a few bumps in the road but hopefully the above will help keep those to a minimum!  It’s hard work, but it feels amazing once you have the book in your hands! I’ve met lots of my amazing artist peers this way. It’s great for making connections and even a few friendships! If you have any specific questions please feel free to ask!! Good luck with everything!! <3

OTHER GUIDES: By the lovely Jeanne who co-organized the ML fashion zine and Menons la Danse with me Another and another by artists I admire By May, who ran the Ladybug Charity Zine 

[zerogravityrelease-blog]

Our current active headspace is 15 members! I [Bear] am incorporeal so I get to see what’s going on all over the place whenever I want with the exception of being invasive of someone’s privacy, you know.

Lilith, Luka, and Ember live in the bungalow near the shore of Skyy/Finn’s beach, where it is always summer. Visual above can give you an idea of what it looks like. The sky is clear blue with a few white puffy clouds rolling by, the air is hot but the breeze is lovely. You can hear gulls crying now and then and hear the soft crash of the water against the rocky part of the shore.

Ember is doing running leaps into the water for cannonballs off one of the small docks and playing, splashing, and swimming with Finn who is in nyms typical lemon shark merfolk form, they are both laughing, although Finn is nonverbal at all times. Luka is on the end of another one of the docks sunbathing in a white lounge chair with nyr face partially covered by a bright rainbow umbrella. Ne is wearing really cute brown sunglasses with little jewels on the temples and nyr two-piece swimsuit is cherry red and suits nyr perfectly. Lilith is sitting on the dock itself next to nyr with aer feet in the water eating an ice pop. Ae is wearing a white sun hat and has an open washed-out blue denim button up over a navy blue bikini top and jean shorts over the swimsuit bottoms. Aer white sandals are sitting underneath Luka’s chair. I can’t hear what they’re saying but Luka must have said something funny because Lilith is doubled over in laughter. Things are peaceful and everyone seems happy. Carol, Hannah, and Rook live in a really funky building thats too tall to be a reasonable single floored house but its not really separate apartments either. Its basically an apartment on the bottom with a double-loft on top, but its one collective place. It’s a bit hard to explain but here’s some visuals to help: exterior:

general interior aesthetics, colorful as fuck basically, both for the house in general and each of their bedrooms:

Rook has the lower half of the building and Hannah has the top left loft and Carol has the top right. I’d have to draw it for it to make any sense visually but essentially the upper floor is two halves of a circle pushed back from each other a bit with a hallway in between and a set of stairs that leads downstairs in the middle of the hallway like this: |)=‘’=(| the difference is that aside from the hallway and subsequent doors that lead out to it, the circle halves dont have walls, the open space is just covered by colorful curtains on both Hannah and Carol’s sides, so, essentially, they could open their doors and say hello to each other in the hallway, or they could just lean to one side and open their curtains and wave to each other with no barrier in between. There is also no floor between their rooms aside from the hallway so the only way to get to each others rooms is to either take the hallway or do a running leap LOL Hannah and Carol are both in Hannah’s loft right now laying on their stomachs kicking their feet gently doing crafts together. Carol has So Many Stickers in front of her and Hannah has a box of those funky-shape scissors that cut neat patterns with them next to her. Their heads are close and they’re pointing to a huge scrapbook in front of them, I can’t hear what they’re saying but they keep giggling so I think they’re having a good time. Some cute music is coming from Hannah’s phone, it sounds something like Anamanaguchi. Cherry comes to visit them sometimes and do fun stuff because sie and Carol are like sisters. Rook is in the lower level doing what looks like pilates in the middle of the kitchen while the stove and countertops are full of things both cooking and about to be cooked. It looks like pri’s making dinner and dessert at the same time, it smells amazing. Dinner smells sweet and spicy & all I know about dessert is that there is an alarming amount of fruit on the counter and a hunk of dough the size of an adult skull on a baking tray. Rook is also playing music from his phone, but he has headphones in, it’s also absurdly loud given that I can hear it from here. It sounds like really upbeat guitar-heavy rock, but I don’t recognize it. If you were looking to see a man do air guitar meanwhile one leg on the ground and the other pointing clean up to the ceiling, you came to the right place. He’s smiling and its obvious he’s having a good time. Teagan, KG, Nik, and Libra live in this sweet, huge, ritzy-ass house thats like black & white contemporary minimalist and would be expensive as all motherfuck in real life so god bless headspace lmfao. KG and Teagan have the ground floor and Nik and Libra have the lofts, which are completely separated as the second floor of houses usually are, unlike Carol & co.’s house. Living room aesthetic (like if you have that huge palette instead of the coffee table by the L couch in the first img, thats definitely there):

Kitchen aesthetic:

Okay let’s start anywhere, first up is KG, feyr room aesthetic is like this:

It’s always that clean too because that’s how fey is. Teagan’s room is like this:

It’s messy in the sense that it always definitely looks like it’s lived in but it’s just messy, not dirty. There is So Much Stuff on the walls and the tea lights are definitely a thing. Right now Teagan and KG are on the huge palette in the living room laying on their backs facing opposite directions, KG is reading a book and Teagan is reading a magazine. I can’t read the title of either but I know KG is legitimately interested in the book and Teagan is reading the magazine to live-comment kyr anger at magazine culture and beauty standards. Teagan goes off now and then and KG just laughs quietly like “why do you read that stuff if you know it’s going to make you angry” “we have to be critical of the media!” KG scooches up to bonk feyr head against Teagan’s like “whatever you say, dear”

Next up is Nik in the left loft, xyr room aesthetic is like this, minus the regular windows of image one and plus the giant windows in img 2:

It’s small and full of soft things and looks very warm all the time. Xe also has a lot of things on the walls. Xe sits on the alcove by the window and looks at the sky a lot at night. Xe is currently sitting there listening to music with large headphones & writing in a notebook. Possibly writing song lyrics? Xe seems to be okay aside from engaging in a bit of self-isolation for time to clear xyr head. Finally is Libra’s room on the right loft, the aesthetic:

All of the decor in Libra’s room is white with the exception of a few things here and there, that entire right wall is glass just like in the image, even though its on the second floor. Cae is currently taking a nap with caer 97 pillows. It seems like its starting to rain. Altair and RG live in a really large, airy house that’s more or less like a cottage. They have small bedrooms but most of the time they’re in the shared spaces with the windows open letting in light and fresh air. They both like to cook and there’s always fresh flowers around the house. There’s a small garden outside as well as a moderately sized lake. It’s very woodsy and smells like cedar and apples. Spring is definitely here. Aesthetic:

Right now RG is in the kitchen chopping vegetables and Altair is working in the garden. They’re both nonverbal a lot so they communicate a lot in nods and small smiles. They enjoy the general quiet, minus the array of birds chirping as its the beginning of spring, and each other’s generally silent company. Last but not least, Viria and Lamia live in Viria’s skinny, spooky house with two floors, Lamia having the top floor and Viria taking the bottom. It’s very old world in concept but is functionally modern, it’s just creepy as hell at night, which is how they like it. Most of the decor is gold, maroon, white, and brown. Entryway and kitchen aesthetic:

The livingroom double functions somewhat as a library to Lamia’s extreme delight, like this:

Viria’s room is absurdly gorgeous and looks something like this:

Presently they are both having coffee in the living-library, both quietly reading with soft music playing over what seems to be a kind of surround-sound setup. Everyone seems to be doing okay and leading happy, uneventful lives. It’s been really nice and fun to check in with everyone and really focus on what everything looks like. That was lovely, we’ll have to do it again soon. Thanks for reading!

[kyberled]

does braig use any different colored ink in his journal? or doodle?

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He does, actually! His journal is less a traditional sort of ‘diary’ and more of a mish-mash of tally-mark lists, such as ‘Times Obi-Wan Flirted With The Enemy (STOP)’, and it’s sorted into little boxes to keep track of who has been flirted with - There’s a box labelled ‘Ventress’ filled with ticks (the page across from it, labelled ‘Surprise, It’s Ventress’, has just as many ticks), one labelled ‘Grievous’ with a few uncertain marks and question marks, one labelled ‘Dooku’ with the word ‘NO’ written in all caps, bolded, and underlined, ‘Geonosian Queen’ with a small sad face, ‘Other’ with a few marks, and ‘the Literal Incarnation of the Light Side of the Force’ with ‘Gramps, we need to talk’. - another page labelled ‘Times Anakin Probably Should Have Died But Didn’t’, ‘Ahsoka Saves The Day’, and other such lighthearted pages, as well as more serious ones like ‘Battles I’ve Survived’, though this one has shaky, unsteady lines, since he tends to tick those off right after the battle ends. It’s almost therapeutic, in a sense - a way to say ‘look, I actually made it’. Sometimes, if he’s feeling really discouraged on a mission, or in general, he flips to that page and just sort of goes, look, I made it this far, I can keep going for a while longer’ and tries his best to steel himself for the coming battles. It also has lists, like ‘planets I’ve been to’, ‘planets I want to visit’, ‘languages I’ve learned’, ‘languages I want to learn’, ‘weird things Gramps has eaten to avoid offending the locals’, etc. There are also a bunch of pages of notes from lessons and lectures he’s heard, books he’s read, even rough line-of-action sketches of older knights doing forms - he’s not necessarily a phenomenal artist, but he’s figured out how to get gestures down, mostly due to practise/trial-and-error. On top of that, there are blueprints and designs for his sabers and any changes he might have wanted to make. There are also more typical journal entries, records of his thoughts and experiences… The entire book is basically organised chaos made manifest. Braig knows how to find everything and it does help him organise his thoughts, but he’d probably be asked to re-order the contents if he ever wanted to submit it to the Temple Archives.

And to answer your question, each page is covered, margins and all, with all sorts of scribbles, doodles, and additional notes. Paragraphs are peppered with underlined phrases, circled potions, arrows connecting circles to underlines, like to like, separate excerpts or quotes to each other, bits scratched out, comments written in free space, all that good stuff. On the saber designs, he scratches out bits that don’t work out, makes notes as to why they didn’t or where they failed in the dojo-oriented test runs, circles around parts he wants to change, but isn’t sure how yet - or just to highlight parts for whatever reason; The ticked-off pages (lmfao) have quotes or notes to explain what the ticks are for, like ‘Cody punched a droid’s head off’ on the ‘Cody Was Awesome’ page or “Kenobi, you almost look surprised to see me!” (Note: we were not.)’ on the ‘Surprise, It’s Ventress’ page. The one absolutely covered in writing is a page tucked into the back cover of the book, in a notch he got in the leather, titled ‘Reasons I Have The Best Mentor Ever’. It’s filled, front to back, margins and all, with ticks, quotes, notes about things like tea varieties and ceremonies, languages, lessons and corrections he got, random little things Obi did - just something Braig keeps track of. He thinks it’s too sentimental for a Jedi, but it’s something nice to look at when he’s feeling horrible so he can cheer up, but he wouldn’t really tell anyone about it it’s kind of really personal and again he thinks it’s not a Jedi-ish thing. … And if this sounds cute just remember Rodi and I have had it so the only times Obi ever found out about it were after Braig’s untimely death, usually when Braig was a young padawan. Again, when I said Rodi and I don’t let our boys be happy, I was was serious. 

He has a small collection of pens which he sort of hoards in his room or his robes, since actual writing utensils seem like they’d be pretty hard to come across. Not impossible, but difficult. As of right now, he has one (1) rather nice fountain pen he spent a long time saving up for, that writes in dark green ink - kind of a pine, if we’re being specific. This is one is pretty special to him, and he doesn’t take it on missions with him. He uses it for titling pages, or actual diary/journal entries, since he doesn’t really want to waste the ink - inkwells are even harder to find than actual pens. He also has two (2) cheaper pens, the sort you can buy in bulk at Staples or whatnot. One is a pen with a cap that’s a little nibbled on and writes in bright red ink, and the other is a click-pen that writes in black. He’ll take these on missions, or even let other people borrow them, as long as he can trust them to be returned. He has one other pen, as well, given to him by Nihrik as a Lifeday present - It’s roughly 20 000 years old, carved of bone, and engraved with an ancient Chaulean script that Reyvahl translated to say ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’. It writes with gravity, and its ink is reportedly ‘A deep crimson colour disconcertingly close to blood’. He doesn’t take this one out of his room, aside from the one time he brought it to Reyvahl for language lessons. He uses this one similarly to the fountain pen, only for titling and journal entries. Since he doesn’t take it out of his room, most of the entries written in dark red are either recounts of his days in the Temple, recounts of missions he’s just gotten back from, or dreams he’d just woken up to. Menial things like that. Sometimes, he’ll use the red bone pen to edit the green fountain pen’s writing, and vice versa; Or just write in paragraph-style notes, here and there - he doesn’t use the fountain pen or bone pen for idle doodling. In fact, because both pens require precision to use, unlike his cheaper set, he uses these to refine or clean up the lines of his saber designs. He’ll use the cheap ones for anything and take them anywhere, but the more expensive ones, the ones that would be difficult or impossible to replace, he is more careful.

The doodles in his book can be anything, but some general themes include small lightsabers, flowers, spirals, the Jedi Order logo, the Republic logo, little stars and/or planets, letters/words/etc in languages he’s learning, anything like that. Sometimes, he’ll scribble droids, little attempts at star ships, but those are a bit more difficult, and he doesn’t like flying. Piloting isn’t his strong suit. Typically, it’ll be those things I mentioned before, but he also draws/doodles things he sees. So, if he was scribbling on Kamino, he might scribble a Kaminoan, or some fish or whatever, or might scribble a rough lil mountain range if on Alderaan, etc etc. Usually, it’s either to help him concentrate or paradoxically because he spaced out, though he does use more complex sketches (eg blueprints) or entries to calm himself down after bad nights. It’s kind of therapeutic.