#I’ll draw some more next week hopefully

[the-phantom-peach]

hi

couldn’t draw much

have a quick zelda

bye

[exopelagic]

I know the world is cruel because I finally wanna draw again and yet I am forced to pack :(

[bachissidehoe]

“I already have a girlfriend, so stop asking me.”

“Oh you do? Congratulations Itoshi! Who is it?”

“Who is it Rin?”

“Who’s the lucky girl Rin?”

A bother. Rin thought saying something like that would get those damn reporters off his back. Why do they care so much if he has a girlfriend or not? He doesn’t even want one. But somehow not having one is worse than having one.

It may be best just to continue with the charade. Maybe having an actual real person to be his girlfriend would make them stop asking stupid fucking questions.

“Her.” He points to someone, a pretty girl he’s seen quite a few times. He knows her as a journalist for the Blue Lock organization, but he never cared to learn her name.

Seemingly, Rin’s charade worked. The reporters left him alone after that, finally allowing him to exist in peace.

However, Rin was not prepared for the aftermath of articles being sent to him, a meeting with his coach where he was considerably reprimanded, and a barrage of texts and calls from more reporters trying to get the latest gossip on the most famous striker in the world’s new relationship with a hot older journalist.

So he finds himself in her office the next day, his head down as she too reprimands him for involving her in this in the first place.

“That being said, it would make my ex jealous.” She states, leaning back in her office chair as if she’s a principal scolding a student.

And then the charade deepened, drawing new fans to the soccer scene who were just dying to obsess over a player x journalist fantasy romance story. Suddenly Rin realized he had caused the exact opposite of what he wanted, and now he has more reporters on his ass than ever. Who would have guessed that having a relationship would be worse for him than not having a relationship?

“You have to at least look like you want to be around me. People are wondering if we got in a fight.” She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at a picture from a newly released article on the two of them. Rin stands at least 4 feet away from her, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his gaze directed toward the ground.

“I went out with you. That’s not enough?” Rin rolls his eyes.

“No! We have to also look like we’re in a relationship!” She raises her voice, but drops it again when she realizes she may have been too harsh. “Just, you know, hold my hand or something.”

The normally expressionless striker suddenly finds himself beat red with his eyes wide. “Y-yeah. I get it.”

His fake girlfriend stares him down, refusing to let the short display of emotion pass them by. “Rin, have you ever done anything with a girl at all?”

“No.” He answers honestly.

“Ah, I see.”

That’s when she realized she’ll be taking the lead on this “relationship”. She finds herself both planning and coaching Rin through their “dates” and other public appearances, doing her best to prepare him for any questions they may be asked.

Maybe she’s taking this too seriously, but now they’re too deep to suddenly back out. She just has to go with it, wait at least a few months until she can announce a “breakup”. Hopefully then, that’ll be the end of it.

“I just want to let you know, it’s looking like at some point someone will ask you to kiss me for the camera.” She says, drawing her conclusion after reading the latest scoop on the two of them.

“I’ll just say no.”

“You’d refuse to kiss the girl you’re in love with?”

Rin pauses. “Hmph.” He understands his predicament.

“I figured we could just practice here, you know, since you’ve never done it before. That way you’re prepared.” She finds her cheeks growing redder, trying not to let the bottled up feelings from the last couple weeks get to her at a time like this.

It’s the same for Rin, who looks to the floor, the ceiling, and anywhere else besides her pretty eyes. Kissing her may be all it takes for him to acknowledge that maybe this isn’t as fake as he thought.

“Yeah. I guess that’s fine.” He finally answers.

So she balls her fists together, forcing herself to be mature about a measly kiss. “Look at me.”

He looks up with his eyes, though doesn’t raise his head.

So she lifts his head with her finger, just enough to bring it at an angle where she can meet his lips. He’s much taller than her, after all.

“Okay, just, close your eyes.” She whispers, they’re close enough now where she can hear his heart thumping and every short breath that escapes his slightly parted mouth.

Rin obliges, handing control over to his fake girlfriend, leaving his hands resting at his sides. He doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.

And she kisses him, just a lingering, closed-mouth peck. Her lips are so soft and warm, much different than kissing her cheek like he’s been doing for pictures. Even though it’s short, Rin can feel her hot breaths against his face.

“That was pretty good. There’s not much to it.” She says quietly, finding herself unable to move her hand away from its position under his chin.

“Hm.” Rin responds, his gaze still focused on the floor.

“Do you need to try again?” She asks, wondering if his lack of expression is due to him just not getting it.

“No.” He answers flatly.

“Oh.” His answer confuses her. Did he not like it? “Why not?” She can’t help but ask.

“I feel like I won’t want to stop.”

Continued in Part 2.

[babygorewhore]

Requested by my angel, @redhead1180 I hope you enjoy this!!! Dividers by @cafekitsune

Can’t stop thinking about…Stalker! JJ…and his dirty habit when you’re sleeping…

Warnings! Don’t read if you’re not comfortable with these themes. Dark! JJ! Stalking! Drugging reader! JJ jerks off while you’re sleeping and cums on you. But he doesn’t actually touch you sexually. Non con masturbation.

JJ couldn’t resist it anymore. You were such a sweet girl. New in town. New to the entire life of the outer banks. You had the brightest and sweetest smile. So…unaware and clueless to what he did when you were sleeping.

It started off with just following you around. To make sure you were safe of course. That’s all. But then it got more intense. He had to also track your location on your phone. At all times. Soon, it escalated to JJ watching your house at night. Just standing there looking at you through the window. You couldn’t know this. A precious girl like you needed to be protected. Even from him.

Yet, JJ finally caved in one day. He hung out at your house and he slipped something in your drink to relax you. Just something to put you to sleep for a while. You looked so beautiful while you slept. A gentle angel as he set you in bed.

Your chest rose and fell as you slumbered. Hopefully dreaming of something nice. JJ’s dick felt like it would explode out of his pants. Weeks of following you, tracking everything you did, he had never touched you. That was his limit. He’d never actually touch you without your knowledge or desire.

But he fell into this nasty little routine.

Some nights when he hung out with you after work, he’d slip the same relaxing content into your drink, carry you in bed and once you were all nice and tucked in…

JJ would take his cock out, pump himself up and down while he looked at you. His hand wrapped around his dick, leaking with precum as he imagined it pulsing in your pussy. God, he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to feel how tight your cunt would be squeezing him but his fist would have to suffice for now.

His fingers dripped from his seed as he tugged himself, thrusting his hips hard as his eyes squeezed shut from pleasure approaching him. He stepped closer, hovering over your sleeping form as you laid on your back. JJ bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as cum spilled all over his hand and onto you. His cum splattered all over your chest and arm.

It was sick. He knew that. But his obsession was only growing when he took out his phone and took a picture.

Would it truly hurt to just sleep next to you? You were so kind to him. Surely you wouldn’t mind. JJ tucked himself back into his pants and crawled next to you. He just pressed his arm next to yours on his side. His blue eyes took in your pretty face.

Eventually, he dozed off. JJ woke to your soft voice and stirred. You stretched with a smile and looked down at him. “JJ? You stayed over? I don’t remember falling asleep.”

He shrugged and grinned innocently. “Yeah, I hope that’s okay?”

“Of course it is. Let me make you some coffee and breakfast okay? It’s the least I can do for you, being so sweet and carrying me to bed.” You giggled and he flashed his eyebrows at you.

“Aw, you’re such a doll. Any more offers like that, and I’ll have to marry you.”

You scrunch your nose and look down. You tilt your head curiously. “That’s weird. I’m all sticky. Maybe I was having a weird dream?”

JJ shrugged innocently. “Maybe! But I was asleep too.”

You sigh and get up from your mattress. “Come on, JJ. I’ll get dressed and be right down.”

JJ obeyed with all his strength. He wanted to confess. Badly. But it wasn’t time yet.

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[hollandorks]

haven

battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

chapter fourteen

Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.

a/n: I'm back to posting semi-regularly, yay! Not sure when the next chapter will be finished because of the holidays but hopefully it'll be within the next week or so! This one is a little on the shorter side, but the next several will be longer I think! (Since I haven't actually written them--but I have plans and they're lengthy.)

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word count: 2k

“Oh man,” Martinez groaned as his eyes flicked from Alfred, to her, to the picture, and back again. He gulped audibly. Next to him, Blake the security guard was white as a sheet. “Gordon’s gonna kill me.”

“Gordon’s gonna kill me,” Martinez said for the twentieth time as y/n poured him a cup of coffee to replace the one that was currently still on the foyer floor. “I was supposed to be the one paying attention. I was the one he trusted.” Which, he informed  her after maybe the fourth “Gordon’s gonna kill me,” that meant he was Gordon’s most trusted on her security team. He was one who was secretly supposed to make sure no one else was compromised. 

“Martinez,” y/n said for the nineteenth time. “No he isn’t. You were doing your job. You already said you didn’t leave, or fall asleep, or take a call. In fact, you did your job so well you ignored my offer of coffee.” She held out the new mug. 

Martinez was still nervously mangling the hat of his uniform. He was completely ignoring her reassurances. He went still after a second, then turned eyes that were twice as frightened to her. “Man, Mr. Wayne’s gonna be so mad too, isn’t he? This is his house.” 

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “I’ll handle Bruce. And besides–Alfred’s more in charge than he is, and he already agreed it wasn’t your fault.” Alfred had met Gordon downstairs a few minutes earlier. The elevator and entire lobby had been turned into a crime scene. Martinez and y/n were waiting to give their statements. 

Easing Martinez’s fears was much easier than facing her own. It was easy to focus on him and nothing else. Because in the short half hour since she’d first found the picture, each bit of new information was worse than the last. No one on the security detail had been harmed, bribed, or had even moved. The security cameras had been turned off for only ten minutes. Which all meant that someone had enough access to Wayne Tower and its security to get past everything extra that had been set up. 

They wanted her to know that they could get to her. 

And they were drawing it out. Instead of grabbing her, they were making her wait. Making her scared.

Y/n focused again on the nervous cop in front of her, who was still bemoaning the fact that everyone was going to be mad at him. 

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to be mad at you,” she snapped. There was a headache blooming between her eyes. 

Martinez quieted, looking like a kicked puppy with a mustache. “Jesus, I’m so sorry, y/n. If I can make it up to you at all–” 

“Just drink your coffee, okay? No one blames you.” Y/n took a sip of her coffee. Her hands were still shaking, and some of the liquid spilled over as she set the cup back down. Damn, she was wasting a lot of coffee in one night. 

She startled when a warm hand landed atop hers. She looked up and met Martinez’s soft gaze. He didn’t say anything else, but his presence was enough to steady her. 

“I’m so glad they didn’t shoot you,” she said after a moment. 

They shared a grin. “Hell, me too.” 

An awareness prickled along y/n’s spine.

She looked up, and there was Bruce. 

His hair was stuck to his forehead and his shirt was on inside out. Her stomach swooped. There really only seemed to be one possibility from those two clues, plus the fact that he hadn’t been home. 

Jealousy and shame spread like hot oil through her stomach. 

Bruce looked…angry. His eyes were twin blue flames where they stayed locked on Martinez’s hand atop hers. 

Martinez scrambled to his feet as if the king of fucking England had just walked in. More coffee spilled as he bumped the table. Y/n half expected him to bow for Bruce. She rolled her eyes. 

“Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry, I swear I was paying attention, I–” 

Bruce’s eyes went cold. “And you are?” 

“Officer Martinez, we actually met back–” 

Y/n’s eyes narrowed. It was her turn to jump to her feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said to Bruce.  

Martinez flinched. Bruce calmly glanced her way then went back to glaring at Martinez. 

“When the security of my home has been compromised due to incompetence–” Bruce said, still calm despite the obvious fury in his eyes. 

Y/n cut him off. “Oh shut up. Stop talking to him like that. It wasn’t his fault!” 

Bruce’s eyes flashed. “Well, it was certainly someone’s.” 

“Maybe it was yours, then.” The words rose within her on a tide of anger. God, her life had been threatened again, and he had the nerve to come home from fucking his girlfriend and act like a dick to her friend? “I mean, you’ve been letting the rest of the tower go to shit for years, makes sense that maybe security is a little lax. Especially if you don’t even give enough of a shit to ever be here.” 

They were almost toe to toe now, both breathing heavily. From the corner of her eye, she saw Martinez freeze in place, mouth open in shock. 

“I give too much of a shit, y/n. If your little boyfriend hadn’t been distracted–” 

Oh, y/n thought. Bruce thought Martinez was her boyfriend. And okay, maybe it looked like that, but Martinez actually had a great girlfriend who was in a group chat with them where they all sent memes to each other. She and Martinez wanted to set up a double date with her cousin and y/n.

The realization made the anger ebb, but then she was pissed off all over again. 

“What gives you the right to act like this?” she spat at Bruce. He was so much taller than her that her neck was starting to ache from glaring up at him. “After what you did, after what you said, you’re acting like you have any right to one, be involved in my personal life at all or two, be jealous!” 

Bruce flinched. Just like the first time it had happened two days ago, it didn’t feel as good as she thought it would. 

“Um,” Martinez said in the echoing silence. “We’re actually just friends and I–I’m going to go give my statement now?” 

Y/n barely noticed him leaving. 

She was so sick of being so afraid, so heartbroken, so…everything. 

“You’re going to apologize to him whether he’s just my friend or not,” she said, poking Bruce in the chest. He winced and tried to mask it by looking away. “I already told you, Bruce. I lost you three years ago. Stop acting like that didn’t fucking happen, because it did.” 

Bruce’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Now he wasn’t looking her in the eye at all. “I didn’t mean–” 

“Oh, shut the fuck up, yes you did.” But the words were bereft of the anger that had been present only moments before. She took a deep breath and a step backwards. “I’m just–sick of pretending things are the same, okay? I know you want to go all protective-best-friend thinking Martinez is my boyfriend or that he put me in danger but–I can’t just–Things aren’t–” Suddenly words were failing her. “It’s just not the same, okay?” 

She watched as Bruce softened, too. “Y/n, I’m sorry, I–” 

“Why did Martinez just run out of here like a bomb went off?” Gordon’s voice cut across whatever Bruce had been about to say. 

“Mommy and Daddy were fighting,” y/n said drily, her defense mechanism of humor kicking in. Bruce made a choking noise. “Find anything useful? Like maybe Frank Gallo?”

She could almost hear Gordon’s teeth grinding from across the room. “No.” 

“Bruce,” Alfred said from behind Gordon. “We have some things to discuss.” 

Bruce gave her one last glance before following Alfred out. 

Alone with Gordon now, y/n sank into her chair with a long sigh. She stared at the little coffee spills as if they had personally offended her. “If I spill any more coffee tonight I might kill someone.” 

“Now that would be a sight. Looked like you were about to do Mr. Wayne in already.” Gordon chuckled and took the seat across from her. He flipped open a small notebook. 

“I’m still not opposed to smothering him in his sleep,” she muttered. “Arrest me if you have to.” 

“How about I get your statement instead?” 

It didn’t take long. She was basically a pro at giving statements to the police at this point. When she was done, she said, “I’m so…tired of giving statements to the police.” 

Gordon regarded her with sharp eyes that didn’t miss anything. “We’re doing everything we can, y/n,” he said softly. 

“I know, I know. It’s just–getting shot at was scary and all, but this is my home.” Her voice cracked. She ducked her head and fiddled with her coffee mug so Gordon wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “They’re telling me they can get to me here, too. Where I’m supposed to be safe.”

“I understand completely. We’ll get him. We’ll get them. I have a feeling he might show up on our doorstep sooner rather than later, with something bat-shaped pinned to him and a couple of black eyes and broken bones.” Gordon smirked. Y/n frowned as she realized she hadn’t seen Batman at all. Had he been downstairs? Maybe Bruce hadn’t wanted him to come upstairs. Her frown deepened. “Now, you’re going to have to help me convince Officer Martinez not to sleep in the elevator tonight. Or right outside your door. He’s pretty upset.” 

“I’m surprised he still wants to hang around, considering how much of a dick Bruce was,” y/n said under her breath. “But I’ll do my best.” 

Martinez took a lot of convincing, but eventually relented and went home to his girlfriend. He made y/n put a chair under her bedroom door handle first, though.

Bruce hadn’t reappeared by the time y/n went to bed. 

She laid down, the words of their argument–or whatever the hell that had been–replaying on a loop. Being around him made her feelings go haywire. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so angry at him. The heartbreak of three years ago had taken over her life and she had to admit that the anger felt…almost good. Cathartic. But it also made her feel out of control. She didn’t feel like herself. Being mad at Bruce went against years of instincts. She was used to defending him, or him defending her, to being on the same team together.

She was still wide awake as dawn broke over the sky hours later. 

Another thought kept turning over and over in her mind. Frank Gallo–or someone he had hired–had gotten into her home. Her very, very secure home. 

She had been afraid before, but it was nothing like this. Her safe haven had been…sullied. They knew who she was, where she lived, and had basically said right to her face that not even Bruce Wayne’s money and power could keep her safe. 

Added all together, y/n’s mind simply would not shut off in order for her to sleep.

It occurred to her again that she hadn’t seen Batman at all–had Gordon updated him on what happened? Because he had been in that photo, too. He had kept her alive, which she was certain had pissed off the Gallos. Was he a target? Maybe the picture of them together was a threat to both of them, but only given to her since they knew where she lived. 

When she rolled over, her eyes caught on all of her research piled on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes snagged on those three words: white knight syndrome. 

She bet she had her answer about any possible feelings he might have. Even if he had shown up, he hadn’t tried to contact her, to see her, nothing. He was probably sick of having to keep her alive. He was probably leaving it up to Gordon and the police department now. 

Despite everyone who was trying hard to keep her alive, y/n felt utterly alone. 

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[belovedwhore]

pretty boy pt 5

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, “nipple play”, masturbation (m!receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding, lowkey sub ethan

notes: oh my god hey guys. i’m sorry i’ve been mia, it’s been a long week but i cracked this bad boy out for y’all so hopefully you enjoy it, i’m too tired to proofread so i apologize for any typos. i tried to lessen the amount of plot and get to the good stuff ;)

also i think the next part will be my last for this series because i wanna write other like pov of ethan in different scenarios so im gonna try to wrap this up. enjoy!!

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5, pt 6

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for the next couple of days you and than found anytime to hang out. whether you were skipping class or making tara and chad hang out so you could spend your time with ethan, you made it happen. every since he gave you head the last time, it’s like he can’t stop. he was quite literally pussy whipped for you, the way you moaned out as he devoured your clit, the endless praises you’d give him, calling him pretty boy, he didn’t said a chance. it got to the point where he could get himself off grinding on the bed with his head in between your legs, attacking your cunt. he’d groan when you’d slip your fingers through his curls, gripping his hair as you came closer to your unraveling.

chad had left to go the gym and afterwards he had class so he wouldn’t be back until much later. you came over shortly after he left to hang out with ethan. it wasn’t just sex, you enjoyed his company too but god the sex was good. well not “sex” by definition. you hadn’t fucked yet, and he hadn’t really complained about it. even thought you’ve been with each other in every possible way he still shyed away at the deed. he was just simply happy to be involved in any way which somehow made him even hotter.

you came over in a pair of baggy sweats and an oversized, just some stuff you pulled out of your closet, ‘easy to get out of’ pieces. you laid next to ethan on the couch as he sat watching a lecture and jotting down notes. he was wearing some athletic shorts and a tshirt with a random logo on it. you guys may or may not have skipped some classes to be able to hang out with each other without the rest of your friends in close proximity. and may or may not be required to watch these online lectures for review.

“do we reallyyy need to watch this ethan, i’m bored,” you whined kissing up his neck. you couldn’t care less about biology 101. i mean who gives a fuck.

“we missed class, we have to do this,” he replied shifting in his seat as you still trailed kisses over his chest. he struggled to focus on the video when he felt your lips on his skin. he loved kissing, his biggest turn on you learned. he’d always kiss you whether you just came on his tongue or swallowed a load of his. he was addicted to your lips. and the way he looked after a long kiss, lips soft and plump waiting for more. he was struggling to resist you now, eyes fluttering shut.

“i mean technically only one of us needs to be paying attention,” you whispered into her ear. you nibbled his earlobe playfully as you continued to tease him. you could see he processing what you said.

“you’re not w-wrong,” he faltered as your hands traveled under his shirt over the ridges on his stomach, “but i can’t focus when you’re kissing me and touching me.”

“ok, then i won’t,” you shrugged sitting back into your spot.

he quietly groaned at the absence of your lips and touch on his skin, “the thing’s almost over, then i’m all yours.” he leaned over and kissed you softly, lips molding together as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth lightly before pulling away. he hadn’t even realized this just spurred you on modern but he’d readjusted timely, refocusing on the video before him. you sighed loudly next to him, slightly exaggerating to draw his attention. he wouldn’t budge though, smiling in your direction, still working on you guys’ notes.

“i’ll be right back,” you quipped before hopping off the couch to head to the bathroom. you couldn’t watch this boring ass lecture any longer and you couldn’t stop thinking about ethan. you eventually decided to take matters into your own hands. before leaving the bathroom you took off your sweatpants, revealing your black panties that hugged your waist under your shirt. you walked back into the room, noticing his eyes on you from the second you walked in.

“where um where are your pants,” he asked dumbfounded. you’d broken his focus from your assignment.

“it’s a little warm in here,” you shrugged sitting down right next to him swinging one of your legs over his own, spreading then so lightly to expose your clothed core. he glanced down quickly before looking up again clenching his jaw.

you reached between your legs, circling your clothed clit. you let out a sharp breath as you brushed the bundle of nerves. you reached to palm one of your tits over your shirt, kneading the mound. the stimulation was enough for you to let out another gasp as you played with your nipple. your shirt tickled your hardened nipples sending shocks to your core. you breath grew heavier as you sped up your fingers on your clit, closing your eyes as you felt your panties grow wet with your arousal.

ethan couldn’t take it any longer, he let out a huff, “fuck.” shutting off the tv and tossing the remote somewhere in the room he embraced you quickly. he kissed you roughly, holding your face to his forcing his tongue into your mouth. he’d almost sucked all the breath out of you. you climbed over his lap, pressing your wet center onto his growing erection. he bucked his hips as you grinded on him, kissing his neck softly. he could feel your arousal through your panties. you felt his hands creep up your legs, groping your ass under your shirt. they soon moved to your thighs, and closer to your center until you stopped him.

“no, you had your chance and you wanted me to wait,” you said after pulling away from the kiss, “remember only one of us has to be focused.” you shifted your position so you were now only straddling one of his legs, his bare thigh directly under your mound.

“cmon you know we have to catch up on this class, i’m ready now,” he pleaded, looking down between the two of you at your cunt glistening with arousal. you pulled your top over your head exposing your bare chest to him. your hardened nipples poked out massively, erect from the stimulation. you brought his hands to your chest and he kneaded your boobs, capturing your nipple in his mouth. he nibbles on the bud, soothing the pain with licks over the mound.

“so i’m gonna focus on me,” you whispered into his ear as you lowered yourself onto his thigh, gasping at the feeling of your clit on his sculpted thigh, “a-and you can watch, but no touching.” you moved his hands away from your chest and placed them by his side. he looked at you in awe as you started to move back and forth on his thigh, your arousal slicking his skin. you played with your clit as you rocked your hips on his leg, feeling the pressure build in your core.

honestly ethan may have been enjoying this more than you, his breath hiked with your own. the feeling of your cunt on his thigh made him rock hard. when he flexed you could feel his muscle massaging you core, causing you to whine out and move faster. his eyes were trained on your cunt moving back and forth, breathing heavy. you wanted more from him, needed more.

“l-look at me,” you cooed, he looked at you, watching as your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of his bare skin between your folds, “you know what i want you to do.”

“touch yourself,” you said, “i wanna see you fuck your hand, and i want you to think about me.”

you kissed him harshly, biting his lip as you pulled away and rested your forehead against, “can you do that pretty boy?” he nodded as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and began to pump his length. his tip had already been oozing precum as it glistened under his touch. you spat between the two of you, your saliva falling onto his cock, lubricating it as he pumped faster, tightening his grip around his length. you followed his rhythm. as he fucked his length faster, you rode his thigh harder, coming closer and closer to your orgasm.

“what does it feel like baby,” you asked breathlessly while you relentlessly fucked yourself on his leg.

“tight,” he groaned, looking down at your cunt gliding across his thigh, “and wet.” he whimpered as he jerked on his cock harder. “y-you wanna know how you feels,” you moaned, “hard.” he groaned as you described your feelings to him explicitly. “feels like i’m gonna cum all over you any s-second, fuck.”

you could hear your slick on his skin, along with the noises of ethan fisting his cock and it sent you over the edge. eyes screwed shut you gasped as you released your arousal all over. you clenched around his leg, riding his thigh through your finish. rambling about how good he felt and how good he was listening to your instructions, “ethan y-you’re so good, so good for me.” you opened your eyes only to find he hadn’t finished yet, he was still jerking himself off, eyes on your cunt. you could tell he was close as his hips bucked into his fist and his breathing became sloppy.

“you know what i thought of while i came all over you,” you whispered as you wetly kissed all around his neck, “your cock inside me, big, stretching me all out.” he groaned at your words, increasing his pace even more to reach his orgasm.

his eyes were screwed shut now, focused on cumming. he hummed as you spurred him on with your dirty words, teasing and taunting him, “imagine my cunt wrapped around your pretty cock,” you spoke, “can you feel me?”

“mhmm,” he whimpered, “oh shit.” his orgasm ripped through him as he came hard into his hand and onto your stomach. he shuddered underneath you, jaw clenched as he experienced his high. he’d never felt anything like it. he felt weak, breathing heavy as you sat smiling at him, looking at the mess the two of you made. you kissed him softly, tangling your fingers in curly hair.

“can’t wait until you fuck me pretty boy,” you giggled into his ear. when you pulled away ethan was bright red, still shy of your bluntness. regaining his composure he realized, “we’re uh- we’re gonna need to clean up before chad gets back.”

“ok, but chad won’t be back anytime soon,” you bet, “it hasn’t been that long.”

seconds later you heard three knocks on the door.

“ethan, i forgot my keys again can you let me in?,” chad yelled.

“oh i guess it has been that long,”

“oh shit”

[junhuiste]

experi-meant to be ⋆ park wonbin

pairing: wonbin x gn reader

tags/warnings: fluff, cursing, college au, laboratory environment, one mention of baking, 1600 words

a/n: i meant to publish this on valentine’s day since i had lab that day but i never finished it lol. there’s some microbio lab procedure jargon so like this is what streaking plates is if you want a visual lmfaoao. this is my first published work in like three years it feels weird haha + i might change my layout/header for fics but for now i’ll keep the same layout i've had for past fics

wonbin believes U are the uracil to his adenine—you should always be paired together.

| seunghan: dude 

| seunghan: lowkey i can’t come to lab bc my car won’t fucking start so i’ll have to make it up next week :\ but taehyun and his partner would probably be willing to help you out with calculations and clean up hopefully

Wonbin pants heading up the stairs into the classroom lab, cheeks immediately pink as he’s made a spectacle amongst everyone already sitting and tuned into the TA’s pre-lab lesson. Sighing as he processes Seunghan’s text, Wonbin turns to the drawing of bacterial growth curves on the whiteboard but is soon after preoccupied with the fact that there is no Taehyun on a stool. There’s just your backside entirely in front of him. 

Taehyun is one to set up all his materials before the TA even steps foot through the lab door so if he isn’t here now then that means—

“Guess you’re stuck with me for today.” 

Wonbin tries to swallow but it gets stuck halfway down his throat and is about to go into a choke type cough frenzy when he surprises himself and softly clears his throat instead. His thoughts are all just stuck there—in the middle of his esophagus, begging for them to travel back up to his brain so he has enough stamina to stick it through the four hour class. 

“No hate to him because Taehyunnie’s a tad faster at getting through the steps, so you know, we’re usually out thirty minutes early, but I can promise you I’m better at calculations. And I’m more precise with measurements,” you let out a small giggle before setting your backpack on the floor next to Wonbin’s.

The commotion of pipettes being thrown onto the surface, glass tubes clinking, and sneakers squeaking rushing to obtain their samples is right away drowned out in Wonbin’s ears by the sight of you perched atop the stool a mere few inches away from him. He tries to keep his chest from heaving at bay by taking his notebook out of his backpack and reviewing the method for today’s class. The solution is only short lived though, promptly taking notice of how you gather materials from the drawer while simultaneously reading through your own notebook. 

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Wonbin assumes his seat in the third to last row of his Virology lecture, close enough to the door that he can be among the first to leave as soon as “see you guys next time” leaves Professor Choi’s lips. He longs for the day (ideally it would be quite before the last week of classes but realistically that’s the best he has to offer for now) that he musters up just the slightest bit of courage to join you and Taehyun in the second row, where Seunghan also occasionally accompanies you two. It’s only the third week of this semester, but perhaps the sixth course of his over the past three years Wonbin’s seen you in. From Biochemistry to Rhetoric 2, he has never taken place at a desk next to yours. 

Wonbin’s always aching to know how you’d answer everything he could ever ask you, be it the attendance quiz question or your weekend plans—what time you usually roll out of bed, whether or not you stroll to the local farmer’s market near campus, if you’re spending Saturday with a special someone. He needs to hear you laugh at Taehyun’s cynicism about college. He needs to hear it up close, not having to strain his ear when he’s fifteen rows behind when you crack up at your friend during the five minute break Professor Choi gives the class. 

But Wonbin will take what he can get for now, and if that’s helping you fulfill your wish of completing the lab procedure as quickly as possible, he’ll do it. 

“I can do the calculations for us,” you begin, “would you mind getting our mutant strains at the front of the class and streak the Petri dishes?” 

Wonbin nods almost too enthusiastically and curses at himself for seeming embarrassingly desperate in front of you. Sure, he’d like to muster up the courage to ask you out, but today he’ll try to take it one step at a time.

When Wonbin returns with new plates to grow your bacteria on and two tubes filled with your bacterial strains, you scoot your chair closer to his to later show the finished calculations. He catches a whiff of your light perfume and almost falls out of his own chair. 

As he’s setting up the Bunsen burner for sterilization, you chuckle, “you know the real reason Taehyun’s not here today is because he left town last night to get a head start on the extravagant romantic weekend he has planned with Gaeul.”

“If there’s one way to use our one free unexcused absence, that’ll do it,” Wonbin replies. 

“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day, Wonbin? I mean if you did I just hope you wouldn’t leave me early like Taehyun did,” your eyes meet his for a brief second before flitting back to your notebook.

Wonbin’s grip on the matchstick to light the burner loosens. He just barely catches himself before the match could fall from his hand onto the lab bench. What he needed to get a grip on was his fucking sanity—he almost set the classroom on fire because his heart instead is aflame for yours. 

Taking a breath, Wonbin exhales when the flame turns to blue, finally lighting the Bunsen burner. 

“Nope, no plans,” he briefly turns to you. There’s a beat and he considers that asking you back would seem too forward, but he does it anyway. 

Upon seeing your grin before you open your mouth, he turns his attention right back to the tubes and plates in front of him. 

It’s so over. 

For a second Wonbin’s relieved, because he thinks he can actually get through the next two hours without overthinking his micro movements in front of you. Now that it’s over for him, maybe he can actually pay attention to the way the metal loop he’s holding makes contact with the jelly-like agar inside the plastic plate and not disappoint Seunghan with the results. However, it’s not realistic because even still, Wonbin takes note of all your beauty and remains completely bewitched.

“Honestly I wish...I mean Minjeong, Yunjin and I are gonna do a rom-com binge and bake desserts…but you know…not any plans with someone like that…” 

Your temporary lab partner tries to hide his smile and nods silently as he continues switching between spreading bacteria on the plate with the metal loop and then sterilizing the loop in the blue flame. 

The rest of lab goes smoothly as Wonbin tries to quell the embers within him for the time remaining. There’s forty minutes left but technically to you Wonbin knows time is dashing away and it should feel like there’s what but only ten minutes left to do everything. Your pair was a few steps ahead of the others, just like how it would be when Taehyun accompanied you every week. 

Wonbin has been psyching himself up the past two hours to finally ask you out but currently he’s stuck in his head and just can’t seem to get it out. Does he chase you after you’ve stepped foot out of the lab or should he leave you be? Or maybe he can try next week. He’ll keep telling himself that until there’s one day of instruction left and then he won’t see you for three months and then he’ll lament the entire summer to Seunghan that he didn’t say shit. 

He can do that…or just rip the bandage off at an agonizing speed. 

The last Petri dish that Wonbin holds is being wrapped in parafilm to prevent contamination. He’d been going through the motions of the procedure while simultaneously not paying attention to his surroundings, at his own self’s behest. You’ve already cleaned the entire lab bench and he doesn’t notice until he hears “see you in Virology,” and suddenly you’re slinging your backpack over your shoulder. 

It’s now or next week…or never—wait you know that Wonbin’s in your Virology class? What you said is ringing in his ears and it hits him all at once.

Petri dishes in hand and turning around, Wonbin freezes in his tracks.

“Um…”

Your eyebrows furrow.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” his own mouth betrays him and suddenly it’s all coming out much too quickly for his liking. 

You’re about to answer but before you can even get a word in, “I-I don’t mean to interfere with your plans with your friends but uh, if you wanted to do something like that I’m down.”

Your lips press into a line and Wonbin is about to pass out from the threatening fluorescent classroom lights. 

“Park Wonbin…are you asking me out on a date?” He can practically feel his sweat melting the parafilm tape off and a vision of him dropping the Petri dishes in front of you, cracking open and shattering, exposing E.coli to everyone in the room flashes before him. He blinks once and calms his vice grip on the plates. 

“Yes. Yes I am asking you out on a date,” Wonbin looks down at your sneakers, not knowing where else to shift his gaze to. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you smirk, slinging the other strap of your backpack over your other shoulder and saluting.

Park Wonbin swears his heart is on fire and does a backflip off a fifty foot cliff. A curve forming on his lips, he smiles slightly waving with the plates still in his hand, “see ya…”

You halt your forward movement and turn back around, “Wonbin?” he perks up again, “you should sit next to me in lecture on Tuesday.”

[rubybadbug]

I just wanted to quickly intro what I plan to post to this account 🩷 got some little sneak peeks of art too

I’ve been enjoying drawing suggestive art of my characters recently for fun, and now I want to share it!! So far it’s no nudity, but some kinky themes. I may also be a little more rambly on this account, we’ll see how I feel.

I’ll be posting the art I’ve finished over the next week or so, and hopefully I’ll make some more 🫶

[animalsalvationassociation]

Let's create a Octonauts Y/N!

Designs:

Notes: (Please Read!)

I tried to keep them as gender neutral as I could, but I also kinda failed at the same time. 😅 These were your suggestions from this post here. I was going to add a couple more but honestly I figured I’d keep it simple.

(Also I never promised I was good at drawing anthros, I just decided to start drawing them one day and just wait to see what happened)

Anyways I’ll have the results posted in a week and have a proper design put together hopefully after. I’ve been having a hard time emotionally as of the last few days, like showing up to work and bursting into tears the moment someone tried to say hello. So if I’m not present for the next little while, I hope you’ll forgive me.

I do check Tumblr everyday so if you’d like to leave any comments/suggestions/kind words I’ll be sure to see them! Especially if it’s ideas for our lovely Y/N 🥰 (lol not me refreshing the tab every five minutes)

I try to be as active as I can in our little community even when I’m feeling down. I’m amazed everyday by all of you and your wonderful creations. And I know little me, sitting alone in her room drawing ninja turtle comics, would be astonished at the amount of attention and love I have been getting recently by all of you. And even if it is a little, I’m glad to have made some impact even if it’s just the smile on your faces, that’s all I could even dream for. Thank you. 💙

Now go! You’ve got a week to decide who our Y/N is going to be! Be free my little doves!

(You got the the bottom of this post, have a deer with a birb on his face!)

[aristocratic-otter]

Howdy all!

I've not posted in forever, but I want you to know I am writing. I've just hit a wall with Saving Simon Snow and The Heart in the Well, so I'm rereading those to figure out where I'm going. But I've made significant progress on my other three, just not enough to post a chapter. I think a chapter of Snow Fox will be up in a week. I don't want too many WIPs on the archive, so I'll wait till one is finished to start posting Stars, Flowers and Children, which I've already got ten chapters done on.

Thank you to these folks for continuing to tag me even when I go silent: @larkral, @blackberrysummerblog, @bookish-bogwitch, @nausikaaa, @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersghost, @prettygoododds, @rimeswithpurple, @ic3-que3n, @j-nipper-95 and @shrekgogurt

From: Stars, Flowers, and Children:

One moment Simon’s staring, open-mouthed at Davy’s corpse, and the next he’s folded himself into my chest, sobbing. “I killed him,” he whispers, between sobs. “Baz…I killed him.”

I want to argue with Simon, tell him that he couldn’t have known his shove would kill the man, that Davy’s own drunkenness made him so clumsy he couldn’t break his own fall, that Davy’s madness forced Simon to take action…but none of those things will help. So I just wrap my arms around him and hold him to me and let him cry. 

I want to tell him it’s alright. But it’s not. 

We’re thirteen years old, and we’re all alone in the world. 

From: Snow Fox

“I wish I were there with you. I wish I could be more help,” he frets. 

“You’re where I need you,” I remind him. “You’re of invaluable assistance to our effort. Baz, nobody can do what you do for the rebellion.”  I reach up and cup his face between my two palms. “And,” I whisper, “knowing you are here, safe? It’s the only thing that keeps me going, some days, darling.”

Baz’s eyes soften. Then I can’t see his eyes anymore because his lips are on mine and my own eyes have slammed shut. He kisses me fiercely, hungrily. Then he pulls away abruptly. “I’ll stay safe for you, for as long as I can,” he whispers.

“I know,” I whisper. “And I’ll do the same for you.”

And a longish sample from Tiktok dancer--Baz is finally in the story!

“We’re young, we’re hot, and we’re freeeeeee!” Dev shouts, and then follows his boast up with a raucous wolf howl. 

“You’re making a scene!” I hiss at him. 

Dev flips me off, before skipping ahead of Niall and I to the baggage carousel. I refuse to look around to see if Dev’s behavior is drawing attention. Of course it is; he lives to embarrass me. 

Niall laughs at my expression and then throws an arm over my shoulders. “C’mon, Baz. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can cool your blushes.” 

I scowl at him. “I’m not blushing,” I lie. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, but hopefully my skin is too dark for him to tell. 

He releases me with a pat on the shoulder and a laugh. “Dev’s just having fun. And he’s right, you know. This is our hot singles tour, and we get to do it in hot people paradise. Isn’t that great?”

“I thought Hawaii was paradise,” I snark. 

Niall rolls his eyes. “Your virginity is showing, Baz. C’mon, California? The home of the hottest girls on the planet?”  

Now I roll my eyes. “And I should care about that, why?” We’ve reached the baggage carousel now. Dev has pulled all of our suitcases off of the conveyer and is waiting impatiently for us. He was close enough, apparently to hear the last part of our conversation. He snickers. 

“You care because you want your best friends in the world to get laid by the hottest women. You’re just nice that way.” 

“Besides,” Niall grunts, as he hefts our suitcases onto a baggage cart. “I’m sure the guys are just as hot. You’ll find someone to fuck, Baz. Probably several someones.” 

Tagging (and blowing y'all a big kiss for the New Year): @angelsfalling16, @bazzybelle, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @erzbethluna, @fatalfangirl< @facewithoutheart, @hushed-chorus, @letraspal, @frjsti, @messofthejess, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @onepintobean, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[brisquad-unit-4402]

hello i’ve got some thoughts and updates for this blog.

i’ve been on a bit of burnout for a while, including life outside of writing. naturally the termination has sped up that burnout. i’m exhausted and struggling to be graceful about it, but that’s to be expected. i’m not one to sit on my feelings even though i’ve lacked the energy to write. which really bites because that’s my number-one passion really.

however i’ve taken some time to relax by diverting my attention away from social media and niji streams. i’ve relearned an old hobby and splurged a little too much on a new one, and i kind of can’t believe how much i missed drawing on real paper with a real pen and pencil. and thank god the love and deepspace sponsorship wrapped up before the termination, because that game has me in not just a chokehold but like one of those umbilical cords from astral projection. the silver cord? that

i’ve been watching other vtubers lately as well. i’ve always considered adding holostars en to my list but hesitated because everything else on my blog was niji-related.

consider this confirmation that i will be adding holostars’ tempus hq, vanguard and armis, and first stage productions’ avallum to my list of characters i will write for. i admit i’m not as familiar with armis, but i’ll be paying closer attention in the near future as i branch out from strictly watching niji only.

(might also be adding idol corp’s e-sekai? maybe? i watch them once every few months and i haven’t seen pochi or yuko stream since they debuted 💀 no clue on their gen 2 either)

i’ll be overhauling my masterpost for organization soon. so apologies for the horrors about to come… to be clear i will not delete any of my writing so don’t worry!

i’m unsure how much niji i’ll write in the future. give me some time to think as the situation hopefully cools down. i appreciate your patience.

and who knows maybe i’ll write for non-vtuber fandoms too

i think it’s about time i clean my inbox out soon too. i‘ll answer what asks i can and delete the remaining ones. i’ve had a few requests sitting in my inbox for nearly a year now and i’ve recently realized how stressed i was over them and learned about some boundaries i didn’t know i had beforehand, among other things, so so it’s about time i face them head-on. i apologize if i never got to your request! please don’t take it personally if i don’t answer your request. but above all else thank you for being patient, understanding, and kind enough to send in a request. even though i tend to bite off more than i can chew i always get so happy whenever i see a notif in my inbox and i appreciate your time for a little unit 4402.

even though i’m not watching niji streams atm i’m hesitant to stop writing for them because, like, i keep thinking of this clip of doppio saying he feels like he’s allowed to buy healthy/organic food because of fan support and donations, and among other reasons... it’s very easy to make conclusions on people you only know through a screen and i just can’t bring myself to cut them out so abruptly, even if i’m a fan creator on a site none of them use.

idk when i’ll post next and it feels nice to say that. i usually try to post once every 2 weeks, but considering how i’m trying not to think about niji right now and am instead embracing other parts of my life, i dunno. it’s nice. this blog is a major source of joy for me and it feels like i’m preserving what makes it so special for me instead of turning it into a chore. hopefully with time and rest i’ll have a clearer idea of where to go from here.

that’s pretty much everything on my mind, i think? thank you for bearing with me and my yapping. i hope to return soon and that the next time you see me, my blog will be cleaner, more expansive, and with a fresh mindset. take care of yourselves and don’t get immersed in toxicity. don’t forget to do what you love 💛

[winter-dayz]

Falling in Love with Me

Pairing: Rosé Park x Reader (ft. Choi Lia) Inspired by The Holiday (2006) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 4407 Warnings: strong language; suggestive content

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“Rosé! Come join us out here, you can’t just work all evening.” Her closest coworker, Jisoo, whined from the office door. “At least come have one drink with me~”

Rosé sighed but agreed, saving her progress on the drawing and heading towards the meeting room where the annual office Christmas party was in full swing. Beside her, Jisoo had hooked her arm through Rosé’s and was detailing some new piece of gossip, but Rosé couldn’t focus on her friend’s words when she spotted someone in particular.

Jasmine. Her mentor. Her editor. (Technically her boss.) Her—former—lover. She was laughing away with a group of people, not a care in the world for how Rosé’s heart ached to be near her.

“You gotta be kidding me?” Jisoo scowled in Jasmine’s direction. “Are you still hung up on her?”

Rosé’s bottom lip pouted out. “I’m trying not to be, but it’s hard. We see each other every day.”

“Well just remind yourself that she ghosted you romantically.”

“Ouch, Soo…”

“I’m sorry, Ro, but you need the reality check. You confessed your feelings. She thanked you and said it meant a lot, and then you didn’t hear from her again. I mean, she literally stood you up for Christ’s sake!”

“To be fair,” Rosé cut in, “she texted me later that it was a misunderstanding! She had forgotten she had a meeting with the editor-in-chief. That’s not something she could just forego.”

Jisoo’s eyes narrowed, glaring past Rosé at Jasmine. “You mean that editor-in-chief…” She nodded towards the two.

They were leaning into one another, too cozy to be a simple coworker conversation, and when Rosé watched longer, she felt the urge to vomit bubble up. The head of their company’s hand was definitely resting on Jasmine’s ass; her own hand grazing his chest. A flashy new engagement ring resting on her left hand.

“I think… I think I’m going to head home.” Jisoo glanced worriedly at Rosé but nodded in understanding regardless. “If anyone asks for me, let them know I needed to get some work finished before the holiday. I think I’ll work from home tomorrow too.” Rosé didn’t wait for a response before she darted away.

She managed to make it out of the office, onto the train, and into her cottage before breaking down.

She was heartbroken. Plain and simple.

It hadn’t been that long ago that Jasmine and her were sneaking around and Rosé was falling in love… Had it?

Had she deluded herself for longer than she thought that Jasmine cared about her as more than a flirtation to pass the time?

Had Jasmine been with their boss that whole time, holding her heart out of Rosé’s reach?

The sobs wrenched out of Rosé as the spiraling thoughts and questions bombarded her.

She definitely didn’t get a wink of sleep as the dark of night only made her feel even more hollow and alone.

🎄

Rosé was still sobbing.

She kept sobbing as she pulled herself from her bed. She kept sobbing as she fed Hank, her rescue puppy. She kept sobbing as she poured herself a warm—hopefully soothing—mug of coffee.

It was the back-to-back pings on her laptop that broke through the chaos in her mind, and she sniffled back her tears as she read through the messages.

Lia Choi: Hello Ms. Park. My assistant sent me the listing for your cottage, and I have to admit, I’m extremely interested. Let me know if the house is available for the next two weeks through Christmas.

Lia Choi: You’d be doing me a huge favor here.

Rosé’s eyes widened, and she hurried to respond, letting the other know that the cottage was still available and exactly what a “house exchange” entails. They ironed out a few more details before Lia asked one last question.

Lia Choi: Are there any men in your town?

Rosé was surprised by the laugh that bubbled out, her eyes still red-rimmed from the earlier tears, and felt herself shaking her head.

Rosé Park: Zero.

Lia’s response came in faster than any of the others: When can I come?

The next day, Rosé found herself uncomfortably squished between two chattering women who insisted that Rosé absolutely needed to learn how to knit, but she found herself happy.

She was finally getting away. She would be able to move on.

🎄

Rosé looked around like a child in wonder as the taxi sped down the coastline and headed towards massive mansions. Upon arriving at Lia’s home, Rosé could barely hold in her squeal of excitement. She briefly explored the house, settling her luggage before deciding to check out the in-home theater.

However, she was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Rushing, confused, to the entrance, she went to answer whoever had managed to buzz into the gate. Lia hadn’t warned her about anyone who would be stopping by, but Rosé supposed with a house this big there was probably a housekeeper or gardener who had the gate code.

“Oh…” Rosé felt her breath seize at the gorgeous woman waiting behind the front door. “Oh, hello. Are you looking for Ms. Choi? She’s–”

“She’s at your home in England.” The woman smiled softly, nodding and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I know… I’m Lia’s assistant, Y/N. I’m actually here to pick up her exes things. She boxed everything up and asked me to take it to him. Doesn’t want him back in her home and all…”

“Oh, yes, that makes sense… Um, well, yeah, come in then…” Rosé stumbled back, allowing the other woman to come through.

Y/N moved swiftly, gathering the suitcase and a few boxes that were set aside from the entrance to be taken away.

Before heading out, she turned back to Rosé again, “That should be all from me. But, if you need anything, my number is on the fridge with Lia’s list of employees. See you later!”

“See you…” Rosé blushed, closing the door behind the adorable assistant.

🎄

Rosé was making the most of her vacation.

And by that she was sleeping in, having a daily swim, and working her way through Lia’s movie collection.

She hadn’t thought once about work or deadlines or ex-lovers who recently got engaged to the head of the publishing house. Not until Jasmine decided to call her.

Barely hearing her phone ring, Rosé paused the playlist she had blaring through the speaker system.

“Hello?” Rosé answered breathily, gasping for air since she had been dancing around.

“Rosé?” Jasmine called through the phone. Rosé’s heart seized at hearing her name from the other woman’s lips. “I heard you went on vacation? L.A., really? Doesn’t seem like you, honey.”

“Um… yeah… I needed some time away from everything. Thought I’d try something new.”

“Ah well… I hope you’re having a good time then. Listen, I’m sorry I missed you at the Christmas party. I had a present for you.”

“You did?” Rosé’s breath stuttered.

“Of course, I did. You know how much I care about you. Couldn’t forget my favorite girl on Christmas!”

“Well, I won’t be home until after the holiday… What did you get me?”

Jasmine hummed through the phone, and Rosé felt her smile falter and stomach drop. She knew the woman well; Jasmine was stalling. “It’s a cute little set. Will look great on you! I found it when I was shopping for myself the other day.”

Lingerie. The woman—a freshly engaged woman—had gotten her ex lingerie as a Christmas gift.

When Rosé didn’t respond, Jasmine cleared her throat. “Anyway, I can give it to you when you get back… But that’s not really why I called…”

“Oh?”

“No, I actually could really use a favor…” Jasmine hesitated but continued on, “I promised the editor-in-chief I would have the art for the newest children’s book finished by the New Year, but I’ve got a lot going on and it’s all just a little overwhelming. If I send you the sketches I’ve already done, could you get the illustrations finished for me and sent the day before New Year’s Eve?”

Crushed. That’s how Rosé feels. Crushed and used and broken. She knew Jasmine didn’t feel the same way as her; she knew she loved someone else. Rosé was always just a means to an end for Jasmine, and yet…

“Yeah, I can definitely do that. Why wouldn’t I be able to?” Rosé forced a laugh as a tear streaked her cheek, “Just send me the email. I’ll get started on them. I’ve got all the time in the world here, right?”

…She couldn’t tell Jasmine no.

🎄

After Jasmine brought Rosé’s mood down, she decided to try going for a jog around the beautiful neighborhood, soaking in the odd warmth that the L.A. winter carried.

During her run, Rosé found one of her next-door neighbors, an older gentleman named David, wandering around. He had gotten confused and lost, explaining that he’s lived in this neighborhood for decades but as the houses have gotten bigger and more glamorous, it’s made it harder for him to remember where he lives. On their walk back, they maintained their chit-chat, and before departing, Rosé invited David to try out one of the nicer restaurants on her list with her.

“What’s a beautiful, youthful lady like yourself doing alone across the world for the holidays?” David asked, sipping his water with a shaky hand.

Rosé smiled sadly at the old man, “Well… To tell you the truth, I’m trying to get away from my ex. She’s just gotten engaged, and I was feeling heartbroken.”

“She’s a fool then.” David said it so matter-of-factly it brought a genuine smile to Rosé’s lips. 

“As a matter of fact, she is. A huge one. How did you know?” She giggled.

“She let you go. This is not a hard one to figure out. In the old movies, we had the leading ladies, and we had the best friend. You, Rosé, I can tell. You are a leading lady. But for some reason, you’re behaving like the best friend.”

Rosé leaned back, stunned, as the older man began cutting into his food. David went on, adding that his own granddaughter was acting a fool too. She was chasing after a man who didn’t deserve her, would only hurt her in the end. 

David gestured to Rosé, “My sweet pea would do better off with a woman like you. You’d have more in common with her than that lousy man does too.”

Rosé could only smile and nod politely, though, not really paying too close attention to David’s rant about his granddaughter’s career and relationship. She was still caught up in his words about her own actions. She wasn’t upset or offended by his statements; rather, she was realizing how right he was.

🎄

“Oh! Hi… Y/N, right?” Rosé asked as she answered the door.

The other woman smiled gently and nodded. “I think this is for you.” She said as she handed over the FedEx package—Jasmine’s pages. “All mail sent to Lia’s house is redirected to a dropoff for me to retrieve for her. Safety reasons and all.”

“Ah, thanks it’s some pages to edit.” Rosé nodded in understanding as the older men in the kitchen erupted in laughter. “I’m, um, hosting a bit of a party… Would you like to join us?”

Y/N smiled kindly again, “I would but I should probably check on my grandfather. He lives in the area.”

“Oh really?” Rosé’s brows rose, “You could invite him over then. It’s not really my party; I’m just helping my neighbor, David, host a Hanukkah party.”

“Neighbor…?” Y/N’s polite smile remained, but her brows furrowed. “Actually, do you really not mind if I join?”

“Of course not! Come in, come in!”

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Y/N’s smile split into a more genuine grin. David quickly exclaimed and ushered his granddaughter over to properly introduce her to everyone, including Rosé.

“This is her! The one I was telling you about. Brilliant graphic artist, but stuck as an assistant. Wonderful young woman, wasting her time with that schmuck, Matthew!”

Y/N had blushed then, swatting her grandfather’s hands from her shoulders and settling in at the table, enjoying the laughter and drinks alongside Rosé.

“How are you going to sit there and lie, Grandpa!” Y/N laughed out at the story, “You’re going to sit there and claim not to be a ladies’ man?”

“That’s only because he had the greatest girl in town. He married your grandmother and took her off the market!” Explained one of David’s friends.  “That’s the truth.” Added another.

David smiled wistfully, “Everyone loved her. She had the greatest laugh… You get your smile from her.”

“I bet you charm all the men about town with it!” Laughed one of the older men.

Y/N blushed, cutting her eyes to Rosé, who was giggling at the situation. She sighed, “I’m a one-relationship kind of gal, and currently taken. So no, none of the charming right now.”

“Well where is the lucky fella?”

“Schmuck.” David grumbled under his breath to correct his friend.

“He’s out of town for a business meeting, but when he gets back, I’ll be sure to bring him around for you all to interrogate.” Y/N sighed, “Ah… It’s getting late, and I have an early morning.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Rosé offered.

At the door, the two women chatted a bit more, mentioning a pop-up gallery that would be open through the new year.

“We should go together…” Y/N blushed, “I mean, if you want!”

Rosé smiled kindly, giving her a hug, “I think I’d like that.”

🎄

“David, I got your mail for you,” Rosé announced as she came into his office area. “There seems to be some kind of award ceremony in your honor!”

“Just throw it in the trash,” he scoffed.

“What? Why?”

“I won’t be made a fool, stumbling across a stage for a few measly people who don’t even really care about my work.”

“Oh, come on now… What if I help you get into shape to walk without your cane? And Y/N and I can even be your dates!” Rosé exclaimed. David stared up at the young woman wearily before sighing and agreeing. “Excellent! I’ll call your granddaughter now and make the plans.”

“Hello?” Y/N voice questioned when Rosé had called her later that afternoon.

“Y/N? It’s Rosé. I have a favor to ask…” Rosé started before launching into explaining the ceremony and how David only agreed if they could help him walk on his own and would accompany him.

Y/N agreed easily, “Of course! I want to be there to celebrate Grandpa, anyway! I actually have my own favor to ask… Would you wanna go to that art gallery we talked about? I actually managed to get two tickets for tonight.”

“Really?” Rosé blushed, thinking of the other woman, “I’d love to. I’ll see you tonight, then.”

The evening came and went quickly; the two women enjoyed themselves, talking—and somewhat judging—the different art styles, making jokes, and exchanging stories. The conversation was easy with them, comfortable and somehow familiar.

As they were walking through the streets, hot chocolates in hand, Y/N stopped with a frown and furrowed brow at the sight in front of her.

���Matthew?” She whispered, brokenly.

Rosé followed Y/N’s stare, finding a man holding another woman, kissing along her neck. She felt her heart break for Y/N as she dazedly approached the couple and confronted her boyfriend. After a few minutes, Y/N rejoined Rosé without a word. Rosé pulled her into a hug gently, and Y/N hid her face in the crook of her neck while Rosé flagged down a cab.

Back at Lia’s house, Rosé and Y/N sprawl on the couch, blankets piled around them and fresh hot cocoas in hand—Y/N’s heavily spiked.

Y/N sniffled, “Why are we always attracted to the people that we just know won’t be good for us?”

Rosé sat up a bit more, peering over the fluffy blankets at Y/N, “I actually know the answer to this… It’s because you’re hoping you’re wrong. It’s because every time that they do something that tells you they’re bad for you, you ignore it, and then when they actually come through, it surprises you and wins you over once again.”

“Oh my god… You’re so right!” Y/N let out a sad, disbelieving laugh. “You know… He went on business last Christmas too. And Valentine’s Day. And Thanksgiving. I actually wondered before if he was cheating, but I kept convincing myself otherwise…”

After several long minutes of silence, Rosé untangled herself from the sofa. “I’m cooking for us. I’m going to make Christmas Eve fettuccine.” She started towards the kitchen before pausing and turning back. “Listen, I know it can be hard to believe when people say they know how you feel, but trust me… I know how you feel.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side, eyes watery, and waiting for Rosé to continue. “I was seeing my boss back home. We were… loosely dating, in hindsight it was mostly us sneaking around, but she kept me interested. She spoke so sweetly, knew all the right things to say and do.”

Rosé paused, memories haunting her, “What I’m trying to say is, I really do know how it feels for the person you like, love even, to make you feel so small and insignificant. I know how it can ache and how it can keep you up at night and how you replay everything in your head wondering what you did wrong. I get that in that moment it’s so easy to think ‘how was I even happy with them?’. And you convince yourself that maybe she will come around again, but she doesn’t, and so you fly across the world just to hide your embarrassment. And then you meet other, wonderful people, and they make you feel special and help you heal… And yet there’s still a piece of you wondering, ‘what if she just comes around?’ and fuck, it’s just so infuriating!”

Rosé finally stopped, taking a deep breath and falling back to the sofa. She glanced over to find Y/N staring at her wide-eyed. “I think maybe you need this more than I do…” She whispered into the heavy, tear-filled moment, pulling a bottle of Bailey’s from where it had rested on the floor.

Rosé let a laugh bubble out, gladly accepting and spiking her own hot cocoa. “Hey, wait a minute…” Y/N gulped her drink down, “You said your boss, earlier… Is that who sent you that FedEx package with the pages to edit?”

Guiltily looking over the rim of her mug, Rosé nodded. Y/N groaned and stood from the couch.

“Alright then, we’re both sad. We shouldn’t be sad on Christmas Eve. So I’ll make the fettuccine. You make us some more hot chocolate, heavy on the Irish creme. And we’ll get this party started.

Rosé laughed again, louder and more genuine, “Yes, ma’am!”

🎄

“These are so good!” Rosé exclaimed, sliding through the portfolio pulled up on Y/N’s tablet, “You have so much talent.”

Y/N blushed, pushing the last bites of her breakfast around her plate, “Thanks, that means a lot to hear from a professional… I always get a bit of imposter syndrome, but–” Y/N’s phone chimed from her purse, and she apologized quickly, pulling out the device to silence it, but hesitating at the caller ID. “It’s Matthew.”

Rosé nodded at her, motioning for her to take the call. Y/N excused herself for a few moments, coming back much sooner than Rosé expected. “So?”

“He said he misses me and wants to meet today. Talk things out.” Y/N’s stare was blank, disbelieving, still shocked.

“Of course he did! You’re a wonderful woman.” Rosé smiled over at her, “You should go!”

“You think? Yeah, okay, yeah…” Y/N breathed out, gathering her stuff. “I’ll see you at the award ceremony though for sure. I don’t know how long this will take, but I swear I won’t miss Grandpa’s speech!”

Y/N rushed out, and Rosé cleaned up. The two ladies had putzed around that morning, lounging around to ward off their hangovers before teaming up to make a big brunch. After the kitchen was cleaned, Rosé settled into the sofa, Jasmine’s pages in hand.

She sighed.

After everything, did she really want to edit this art—her art? Not really. But they were still co-workers. It was still technically Rosé’s job… Although, she was supposed to be on vacation…

“It’s not that bad. I’ll just give it a look over and see what–”

It was Rosé’s turn to be interrupted by the doorbell ring. Maybe Y/N had forgotten something?

“Hey! Did you forget–” Rosé pulled the door open and froze, “Jasmine…?”

Jasmine stood there, glancing around at the front gardens. She whipped around at Rosé’s voice with a bright smile. Her long lashes batted sweetly, “Rosé, honey!”

“What are you doing here?” Rosé asked, completely stunned. Baffled. Why was this woman here? Now? When she was just starting to feel better about herself, starting to love herself again.

“I missed you,” Jasmine pouted, plump lip sticking out. “Can I come in? I brought your present!”

“Um… Yes, of course…”

Rosé led her into the house, giving her a tour and pouring them both a glass of wine. They sat in the living room in silence; Rosé perched awkwardly, still unsure about the visit, but Jasmine seemed totally at ease.

“You missed me…” Rosé finally breathed out, managing to make it a statement and not a question. “Then why did you always tell me that we weren’t meant to be together?”

“When did I say that?” Jasmine asked, eyes widened and head tilted. The picture of innocent ignorance.

“I distinctly remember you saying we were like a square peg and a round hole.”

Jasmine hummed dismissively, “I don’t know about that, but I do know it’s been driving me crazy not having you around. I feel like I’m losing you, honey…”

She pouted again. Added in the bat of her lashes.

Rosé felt weak. She allowed Jasmine to scoot closer. She enjoyed the way the woman cuddled up to her. She reveled in the sweet nothings and gentle kisses that began being pressed into the side of her neck.

“So you broke off your engagement then?” Rosé asked, glancing down to Jasmine’s hand. The ring was gone.

Another press of Jasmine’s lips to her neck. She hummed noncommittally.

“Jasmine.” Rosé asked more sternly, “Are you engaged or not?”

Jasmine sat back with a heavy sigh, “Well, yes…”

“Oh. My. God.” Rosé’s heart plummeted. She stood quickly from the couch, leaving Jasmine dumbfounded. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you were right about us. Very square peg, very round hole!”

“You don’t mean that, honey!” Jasmine scoffed, standing as well.

“Oh, trust me, I do! We are definitely not meant to be together!” Rosé let out a (semi) maniacal laugh, “Jasmine, you have never treated me right. Like ever. You always broke my heart, and you always made it seem like it was my own fault with your goddamn smile and your stupid batting lashes. But of course, I loved you too much to ever really be mad about it. I let you get away with so much! But you just… Just waltz in on my Christmas vacation, and you think that’s okay. You think it’s okay to work off the clock, doing your work, covering for you so you can run around doing wedding planning with our boss! Then turn around and try to seduce me! And you think you can do all of this because in the past, I’ve let you. But no more.” Rosé breathed out, “No. More. This toxic, manipulative back-and-forth is done. So if you’ll excuse me, I have a date tonight. Please, leave!”

Jasmine’s perfect brows furrowed, her face scrunching up in something akin to disgusted disbelief, but she followed Rosé to the front door regardless. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Get the hell out!” Rosé shouted, pushing the other woman and slamming the door.

She let out a long-awaited breath of relief. She was truly done. She couldn’t believe she ever loved that woman. But there was no time to ponder on that. She had a recognition ceremony to get to.

And the auditorium was full. David received a standing, thundering applause upon his arrival, and Rosé was honored to escort him to the stage. She sat down in her front-center seat, disappointed that the seat beside her was still empty, but proud of the old man on stage who she began to consider family.

During his speech, someone settled in beside her and whispered, “I’m so proud of him.”

“Hey, you made it!” Rosé whispered excitedly seeing Y/N beside her with tears rimming her eyes.

“Of course. I said I would. I always keep my promises. The Matthew thing just took a long time because I had to get my things.”

“Your things?”

Y/N smiled at her, “Yeah, we’re so done. I only went because I never want to see him again and needed to get everything I had left at his place…” Y/N trailed off, her eyes widening and grazing over Rosé. “You look so beautiful tonight, by the way!”

“Oh…” Rosé blushed deeply, “Thank you…”

“Rosé?” Y/N asked, head tilted. The other woman hummed in response. “What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?”

“I’ll be back home by then.”

“Ah…” Y/N clicked her tongue softly. “I’ve never been to England. Is it pretty?” Rosé nodded. Her attention split between the announcer going over David’s achievements and Y/N. The woman kept her attention split as well, being as respectful as possible, but finally asked, “If I come over there, will you go out with me on New Year’s Eve.”

Rosé’s mouth fell open, and she stared over at the other woman. When she realized exactly what had been asked of her, she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s lips.

The two women beamed at one another as applause broke out around them. “I’d love to.”

[oldmemoria]

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Sketchbook dump because I’m hhwhwhwhwhwhww tired from school

Some of these are from today some are from a week ago lesgo

1st one: a little practice 2-page spread I did a week or so ago so I could get used to drawing hobies hair (I’ve just been struggling with drawing hair a little in general recently idk what’s been going on) but uhhh yeah :) I’m pretty happy with it, I like the one highlighted in yellow on the left page (ignore the foo fighters sticker I got a cd that day so I kept the label for some reason, also my brother gave me that sticker real neat, also the page is so smudged omfg 😭)

2nd: (did this one and the rest today in my online classes because I was bored 🥱) inspired by a post I saw going in depth about Miguel’s personality (go read it, I reblogged it yesterday!!!) he is so kenough this might be my favorite drawing I’ve ever done with him :3 also ace Miguel is canon I’m Sony trust me guys

3rd: random dragon I drew and just made an OC. No they will probably not get any lore. They just exist. Hold your applause /j

4th: warriors au doodles!! Mostly some lore related stuff so I’ll go from left to right with some lil’ tidbits and facts

- the top drawing on the left page is of Reclusebite (Miguel) and his littermate, Dusty (Gabriel, Miguel’s canon brother from the comics that I hear are really bad so I refuse to read them). I don’t think I’ll ever really include Dusty in anything since idk much abt him but I think he’s quite the silly guy. Probably misses his brother because he went on to go start a little kitty club.

- the drawing under that is just a kind of like.. filler thing?? I like the idea of warriors having more than one apprentice for some reason so I liked the idea of Reclusestar having to mentor both Spikepaw (Hobie Brown) and Nightpaw (catified Spider-Man OC, he doesn’t do much storywise.). I think it’s funny. They probably bother him a lot but he still doesn’t care enough to be mad, just annoyed and disappointed sometimes.

- the right page is just spiderdad content because it is canon in this au hehehe,, I like my Brightsky (Peter B Parker) design a lot hes silly and kinda reminds me of fanon harestar designs.

Anyway that’s it I’m gonna post some digital art + headcanons sometimes soon hopefully :)

[andythelemon]

2022 Reflections

Hi everyone! Given the recent Twitter debacle, I’m glad I quietly keep my Tumblr active even if I don’t speak much. I wanted to thank you all for the support and kindness in another tough year - whether it’s sharing/buying my art or just putting up with my incessant fandom hopping and random posts (World Cup blogging in 2022, man…).

This account turned 10 this year which is terrifying to think about; I’ve gone through many a phase and fandom and whilst I try to clear out old art I’m embarrassed by, I know some of you remember it and if anything it makes me happy I could create work that stays in people’s minds so vividly! Even if I cringe now at XYZ, I’ll always be grateful for something that spurred me to draw. Inspiration can be hard to come by in these times, as we all know. I also have that Atsumu x Hinata story from 2020 in a word doc… I swear I’ll finish my first proper fic and share it one day!

Life has kept me busy, and my late 20s just get crazier, but I’ll find time to continue drawing and making self-indulgent book projects in 2023. Hopefully a few more cons too… I say I’ll retire every year and then never do 😩. I started One Piece and Bungo Stray Dogs among other things recently so god knows what kind of shit I’ll be sharing in the near future (really enjoying both, plus the multitude of other series I’m keeping up with!) and I also want to dedicate more time to original art and OCs. Please hold me accountable for that, I’m terribly shy at sharing my characters and stories! 😣

That aside, I hope life is treating you all kindly and please feel free to yell in my inbox about whatever series or thing I might also be into! Thank you again for your continued support, whether you’ve been following for a decade or a week. Till next time!

[bayleedraws-sometimesx]

Update

I've just put a read more here because I do mention a couple difficult topics and I really don't want to upset anybody x

Hi everyone, 

Just thought I’d update everyone because I’ve been radio silent and I haven’t been able to respond to anyone’s messages. 

A lot has happened in the last month.

I’m still homeless but hopefully soon that’ll change. Earlier this week I had a serious attempt to end my life and so early next week I’ve got to go back to the county I was living in before I was made homeless to go into a mental health unit. My team has promised to do everything to ensure I finally have a home to go to after I’m discharged, which is amazing.  Things finally look like they might be changing and hopefully, after this admission, I’ll be happier and more ready to have my first home on my own. 

While I’m there, I will need some distractions, so I will finish off the commissions I currently have and send them to everyone. If anyone also has any suggestions of things I could draw, I’d really appreciate that. I’m just trying to have a plan of things that I enjoy doing so I’m not stuck in my head while I’m there. 

Thank you for being patient with me. 

[peoplepersonoaktree]

Is this how I reply to comments like this? Idk. Anyway~

@banana-pancake5 if you actually wanted me to answer this, here-

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GONNA BE LONG-

Hopefully not too long- I'll try not to rant too much, we'll se tho

so, the Au is your basic, “what if Mikey wasn’t able to open a portal?” Au, which has been done a whole lot, I know, but oh well. I’ve been working on it since like, July and I’ve only gotten to pg 19, so idk if I’ll ever finish it.

so, one day, in like, mid June, when I first started actually trying to draw the turtles, I started drawing a thing in this little baby sketchbook I have, based on the song “Georgia” by Jonah Kagen. And then I sent it to my friend. And then it grew and we eventually came up with this and this entire storyline. We just kinda plotted this thing out where like, two weeks after the invasion, Donnie starts getting these weird visions of Leo in the prison dimension because why not, and tries to get him back with Casey's help or whatever because he thinks that these visions mean that Leo's still alive. Here’s the original pictures because I think they can be in here-

Idk. I didn’t know how to draw clothes and still don’t 😃👍

I don’t think I’ll ever post the comic on tumblr or anywhere because I probably won’t ever finish it, but if I get to a certain point in the comic, (which is way far away) maybe I will. Idk.

*Cough* and then I also have a mini thing where I turned them all into mushroom people but that's a whole different thing-

NOW TO THE KID’S SHOW WHICH IS THE PART I’M ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT~

Like I said in this post, my friend texted me at like, 2 am on a school night, and was like, "Hey, hey hey... wanna write and animate a kid's show w/ me??" and I said heck yeah because I definitely have time for that. I asked her if she had any idea for what it would be about or anything like that and she did not, so we just kinda... pulled something out of the ground the next day and I ended up getting obsessed.

So, the kid's show...

We haven't figured out a name for it because we're both indecisive, which is... bad if you're trying to get something done. But we got characters and half a storyline settled!

So, the show is centered around four main characters, Atlas (A deer), Fern (A fox), Nutmeg (Mouse), and M I L D R E D (a chickadee). They're also in the post linked above.

The show would be about these four, going on little adventures, exploring the forest where they live, discovering odd creatures (thinking about adding in a few Acorn Creetchurs because that would be fun) and just living life

but as the series continues, the colors start to get more muted and the backgrounds start to get more gray, as if the life is being drained out of the forest.

one day, while exploring, they come upon this odd sort of... black goop that's spreading across the forest floor, infecting and killing everything it comes into contact with. Then, the four of them have to find a way to stop the spread of this odd goop. This goop represents pollution/deforestation, and we have a few ideas for how the goop started, one of my favorites being that it's controlled by some sort of animal spirit that grew up in a heavily polluted area and died at a young age because of the conditions and the only reason it's spreading is because it wants to be able to breathe fresh air and drink clean water for once, but it can't, because everything it touches immediately becomes polluted.

We both went into this knowing absolutely N O T H I N G about animating, so it'll probably be a few years until we're actually able to do anything with this, if we do anything with it.

That- that little animation is the most I can do with animation. That's the best I got.