#If I was going to switch over to the second style it wouldn’t be too hard

[blackholemojis]

Which of these is more readable, and should I alter the way I do emojis because of this?

[ID: two example messages in discord, using blackholemojis word emojis. Each message reads “Hi, good time zone, I’m at work, hope you have a good day.” The emojis in the first message have dark purple letters with a light purple outline, and the emojis in the second message have light purple letters with a dark purple outline. /End ID]

[vid-writes]

Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader One Shot

This one shot is absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18.

Word Count: 3,474

TW/CW: Rough sex, sex with a stranger, slight voyeurism, tit fucking, back shots

Satoru was finding it rather hard to stay away from you these days. He wasn’t supposed to be pining over someone who wasn’t a curse user, but watching you work in that high-end clothing store through the window was something of a pastime for him. Your hair was always in a different intricate style every day. Your smile when helping customers was always genuine and reached your eyes. Sometimes, he even heard your laughter peal through the front window when a customer was actually funny, or your coworkers were gossiping to fill the time. He never followed you, never watched longer than a few minutes, but anytime a job brought him to this part of Tokyo, he made sure to stop by. You weren’t his usual tailored clothing store, but he was considering making the change.

The door opened with the soft jingle of the ever-present sleigh bells, and at the same time, Satoru’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Acquiring a new tailor would have to wait for another day, it seemed.

“Go for Gojo,” he said as he answered the phone.

“We need you to get back to the school. Principal Yaga is trying to convince the elders that Itadori is still dead. They’re asking questions again.” Ijichi sounds like he’s one second away from crying. The muffled yelling in the back tells Satoru this is serious.

“I’ll be there in two seconds,” he mutters and hangs up the phone. With a long sigh, he glances at you through the window one last time before vanishing into thin air.

A few days have passed since the last time the sorcerer was in this particular shopping district. Only this time, he was here on purpose and not pure coincidence. He drew in a deep breath as he pulled open the door to the tailor shop. With a vague excuse about an excursion to the other end of the island for the next week, Satoru finally found time to acquire a new tailor. You, to be precise. The familiar soft jingle of the sleigh bells met his ears as he entered the empty shop.

“Welcome to Toshiko’s Tailors; I’ll be with you in just a moment,” calls out a soft voice from somewhere deep in the shop. Satoru pulls off the thick sunglasses he’s wearing and rubs his eyes with one hand. Being able to refresh his brain might always make keeping limitless easier, but sometimes he needed a break. He figured that a tailor shop in this quaint touristy part of Tokyo wouldn’t be too much of an issue. Besides, it’s not like he hadn’t already exorcised all of the curses in this area time and again. Just to keep one particular stranger safe.

“Sorry about the wait,” a soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He lowered his hand to find you bowed over at the waist. “I was just finishing up this week’s order for more inventory, but I’m all yours now.”

“No need to apologize so formally,” Satoru said as he leaned against the front counter. “I’m just here to take up your time for a few hours. I’ve grown bored with my old tailor and thought I would switch things up.”

You straightened back up, and that pure and genuine smile was already present on your face, “What made you choose this shop in particular?”

“Work often finds me in this area and also often ends with my clothes getting all messed up in some way or another,” he explains as he tries not to study every inch of your body. He’s never been this close to you before.

“Are you planning to overhaul your whole wardrobe as well?” It looks like you might not want to do all that extra work right now, but he wants as much of your time as he can get because he knows any interactions you will have after this will be short.

“Maybe not the whole thing,” Satoru chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. “I would like a few new outfits, though.”

“Well then, right this way,” you say as you bow again, and he knows because of your training that you won’t straighten back up until he’s walked past. So he stares at your ass until he’s right in front of you. Once he’s passed, he glues his eyes to the wall in front of him and focuses instead on your footsteps. Confident and assured in the heels work requires you to wear.

“The second door on your left is the suite where we take measurements and where you can also try on some of the sample clothes we have available in-house,” you call from a few steps behind him.

“You guys have whole suites for tailoring customers?” He whistles, impressed and irritated with himself that he didn’t come in here sooner. Especially since he can’t get the sight of your ass outlined perfectly by the pencil skirt you were wearing today.

“We have three, actually, but this one is the only one not currently under renovation,” you say as you come around him and open the door for him. Yet again, due to training, you bow, and this time the sight of your ass makes his dick throb in his pants. The suite is almost twice the size of the main entrance, and Satoru finds himself whistling with appreciation again. The whole left wall is lined with mirrors, and on the opposite wall is a dressing room that runs the entire length of the wall. In the middle is a sitting area with tables and couches. Over close to the mirror is a dais.

“You have two options for the measurements,” you say and startle him out of his admiration of the room. “Either we can measure you with the clothes you’re wearing on, and I can adjust the usual few centimeters from there, or you can use the dressing room to strip to your comfort level, though nudity is not allowed, and we can measure you that way.”

Satoru’s dick throbs again. An excuse to be almost naked around you? He was absolutely not going to pass up that opportunity. “I’ll go strip down to my underwear then.”

He turns to the dressing room and walks inside quickly. Before he can try to talk himself out of it, he is stripping off his shirt and jeans. Once, in his boxers, he noticed there might be a slight problem. His dick is rock-hard in his boxers. He tries to will the erection to go away, and when that doesn’t work, he sighs.

After a few minutes of thinking about incredibly gross stuff, Satoru emerges from the dressing room, erection free. You are patiently waiting on one of the steps up to the dais with a measuring tape in your hands. And yup, now he was picturing you wrapping that measuring tape around his dick, and he really needed to stop. He slowly made his way over to the dais, trying his best to look anywhere other than you right now.

Once on the dais, Satoru finds it even harder not to openly stare at the reflection of your ass in the mirror. Its shape was so perfect and round, and he could almost bet you worked out religiously to maintain it that way.

“Arms out to your sides, please,” you politely inquire of him, so Satoru lifts his arms out wide. The measuring tape runs from one wrist to the other, and he watches as you produce a notepad from the inside of your jacket. He takes the time to really study your face now—the shape of your lips, the way your nose curved, how your eyes scrunched at the outside corners as you focused. You were driving this man crazy and had no idea whatsoever.

You took measurements of his torso, arms, and waist so many times he was starting to see this as torture instead of the perverted pleasure he had intended. “You may lower your arms now,” you finally say, and he nearly sighs in relief. Satoru really needed to pick better ways to meet women.

You dropped to your knees in front of him and tapped the outside of his left thigh. With ease, Satoru spread his legs so you could measure his inseam. Your fingers brushed the innermost part of his thigh, and he shuddered. You hesitated in writing the measurement, but otherwise, you maintained composure. As you wrapped the measuring tape around his thigh, Satoru shuddered again, and this time, you looked up at him.

“I get the feeling you’re not being entirely honest about your intentions here, let alone with me,” you said, and he felt every muscle in his body tense. Shit. He had been caught. Just as he opened his mouth to answer you, he noticed your eyes darkening. You moved the measuring tape to his other thigh without taking your eyes off of Satoru’s, and his cock throbbed in his boxers. So much so that not only did he see it, but he knew you had too, by the way you licked your lower lip.

“I know you’ve been watching me for months now,” you started, and he felt the color drain from his face, “and I always wondered when you were going to get up the nerve to come inside and talk to me.”

“Thinking of a valid excuse to not only talk to you but get you into a position where you and I were alone was a lot harder than I thought it would be,” Satoru explains sheepishly.

The measuring tape tightened around his thigh, and Satoru knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if you gave him the green light. The tape slid from his thigh as your hands abandoned it and instead started to unbutton your suit jacket. Muscles tensed, and breath caught in his throat. Satoru watched the last button come undone and then gasped as your breasts spilled free from the jacket with nothing else underneath it.

“I’ve fantasized about you so many fucking times, so when I saw you come in on the cameras in the office, I took off my top and bra,” you declare as you shrug the jacket off of your shoulders. “Want to help me live out one of those fantasies?”

That was all Satoru needed. His hands dove into your hair, and he pushed his crotch into your face. A moan escaped your lips, so he proceeded to grind his bulge into your face. His hips rutted into your face over and over as his hands held your head firmly in place with fistfuls of hair. After a few minutes of this, he pulled his hips back and looked down at you.

“Are there any chairs in this room,” he asked as he watched you panting a little bit just from him rutting into your face. He was hoping you’d be this slutty and eager.

“No, but I can get the one from the office,” you said breathlessly as his cock throbbed in his pants again.

“Is there anyone else in the shop?”

“No, and what should I call you,” you asked as you cocked your head to the side. He smirked as he pretended to think about it.

“My name’s Gojo, Satoru, but you can call me Daddy.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes. “Go get the chair and lock the front door. Do not cover up.” The red in your cheeks was only outdone by the dark lust in your eyes.

You got up and left the room, making sure the door stayed open. In doing so, you gave Satoru a clear line of view of the front door of the shop. He listened to your still-confident heels click across the floor as your arms hung by your sides. The front door made a loud click, and at the same time, Satoru pushed his boxers off his hips and let them hit the floor.

Satoru grinned deviously as you came back in the room, dragging a chair behind you, and immediately blushed at the sight of his fully erect cock. You brought the chair over to the dais but didn’t put it on the dais. Satoru hummed as he thought about how he wanted to position the chair, but all he did was turn it ninety degrees. Now, he could see you in front of him and in the mirror. He sat down on the edge of the chair and motioned for you to come between his knees.

“Down enough that your breasts are in my lap, I want to fuck them,” he commands. So you lower yourself down until your breasts are resting in front of his cock. It’s an awkward position, but your eyes were locked on his, and your movements never faltered.

“Go on and spit on my cock so it’s wet,” he commands again, so you let a glob of spit slowly leave your mouth and glide down his cock. He groans as you both watch his cock jump from your teasing. You spit on his cock again before grabbing the base and licking up the whole length. Satoru groans again as your tongue laves over his slit a few times, and he buries his fingers in your hair.

After a good few minutes of licking his cock until your spit is running between your fingers freely, you sit back and grab the outsides of your breasts. Without waiting for another command, you lift up and then lower yourself down until his cock is between your tits and sticking out of the top. You squeeze your breasts together tighter and then open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Satoru groans as he watches your drool spill onto your breasts and finally snaps.

“Up until the tip is just barely between your tits, and then I’m going to pound them until your pretty face is painted with my seed,” he growls and lets go of your hair. You slide up until his cock is just pressed between your tits, and then stay still. Satoru moans this time before he starts to slowly thrust up into your tits. He’s still holding back, so you let out the moans you’ve been holding back. With your mouth wide open and drool spilling off your tongue so Satoru’s cock is constantly lubed up, the moans are loud and echo through the room.

His hips drew back and then snapped forward again. Then again. And finally, he was freely fucking your tits. His hips hit the underside hard enough that Satoru knew they would have bruises on them. But he also knew that he would come back tomorrow to soothe those bruises. As his cock throbbed and pounded between your constantly slick breasts, he felt his orgasm coming faster than it had in a while. His hips stuttered and then stopped as his cum spurted out of his cock in thick hot ropes that splattered all over your face, tongue, and breasts. With a loud moan, you swallowed the cum that landed in your mouth, and he groaned again.

“Are you satisfied with your service, or do you still need to be attend to Satoru,” you asked, and his cock throbbed in response.

“Stay here so I can get you something to clean up with,” he said as he slipped out of the chair. He retrieved his shirt from the dressing room and then returned to clean your face off himself. Once it was cleaned off, you opened your eyes, and he could see they were still dark with lust and desire.

“It looks like you still need attending to,” he purred. A shudder ran up your body that made him haul you to your feet and kiss you deeply. His tongue was quick to push between your lips and lay claim to yours. Satoru groaned as the taste of himself mingled with your saliva, and his cock was already hard again. He pulled back from the kiss and stepped away. With a swift movement, he turned the chair back to where the seat was facing the mirror.

“Lose the skirt,” he said as he palmed his cock and stroked it slowly. You pulled the skirt off, and it was just like he suspected you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. How could you when it was such a tight skirt? He pulled you in front of him again and then turned you around and bent you over the back of the chair. Your ass pushed against Satoru’s erect cock, and he moaned again.

“You ready for my cock sweetheart?”

“I’ve been ready for it for months now, Satoru. So please give it to me already,” you whined, and the sound made his cock throb painfully. He was really tempted to make you moan and beg some more, but he didn’t know how he would handle orgasming just from the sounds you’d make. Without any more waiting, Satoru locked his gaze with yours in the mirror as he pushed the head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

Your mouth fell open as he pushed the fat tip of his cock inside of your warm walls, and he growled as your eyes already rolled back in your head. “You might not come out of this the same.”

“I don’t want to,” you moaned as he continued to slowly slide his cock inside of your wetness.

“My cock is incredibly addicting,” he whispered as he finally fully seated himself inside of your warm wet walls. Satoru moaned again as you clenched around his full length and then did so again when your gaze met his in the mirror.

“Ruin me, Satoru,” you commanded him, and he nearly came just from that.

“As you wish,” he purred as he slid his cock back until just the head was resting inside of your pussy. He waited and watched your face until you started to squirm, which only took a few seconds. Then he snapped his hips forward and buried his cock back in you completely. He did this again and again and again. Until you were writing and whining.

“Please, Satoru, give me more,” you whined loudly. He chuckled darkly before he repeated the same motion. Pull out until just the head rested in your walls, wait until you were begging, and then bury himself in one harsh thrust. He could see tears brimming in your eyes and finally stopped teasing.

His his slammed into your ass so fast and demanding that the chair started to scoot across the floor. With a muttered curse, Gojo pulled you up by your hair until he was supporting your weight. He grunted and kicked the chair hard enough that it slid over a few feet. In a quick motion that left you gasping, he hooked his arms underneath your knees and hauled you up until your back was pressed to his chest.

“Oh, you weren’t fucking kidding,” you moaned as he raised and lowered you on his cock with the same speed and harshness as before.

“I really wasn’t,” he whispered as he kissed your ear.

“Fucking cumming,” you whined and clenched tightly around his walls. Then your pussy throbbed over and over and over as your orgasm tried to push him out. But he just kept using your weight to fuck you onto his cock. Your screams of pleasure filled the whole shop as he fucked you through your orgasm. And soon after, he could feel his own coming on.

“I’m about to cum, sweetheart, and I’d hate for my load to go to waste,” he purred in your ear as he continued to fuck you onto his cock.

“I have the implant, so please empty your load into my cunt,” you moaned as you tightened onto his cock more. His arms and hips stuttered as he started to cum, and then stopped as your walls clenched and then throbbed in time with his cock. Your scream from this latest orgasm nearly made his ears ring.

He gently slid you off of his cock and lowered you to your feet. You spun around to face him and then stepped back a few feet.

“Are you satisfied with your service, or do you still need more attention,” you asked him again.

“Oh, I’m satisfied for now, but I will be back for more,” he growled as he looked your naked body up and down and noticed you still had your heels on. You bent over at the waist into your usual bow, and he moaned.

“Then I am glad to have provided your service today and look forward to doing so again as often as you need,” you said, still bent into the bow.

As always please do not copy, or reupload this anywhere. I have plenty of sites where I can upload this to on my own if I choose to.

[chaoticloving]

the clip

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.

warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.

a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo

“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”

“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.

Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.

Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.

Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”

Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”

Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”

“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”

“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.

“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”

She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.

She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.

“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.

“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”

~

From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.

But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.

Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.

“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”

Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.

She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.

“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.

Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”

Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”

“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.

“Hell yes.”

Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.

“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”

“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.

He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.

“Babe-“

“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.

“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”

“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”

“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.

“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”

“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”

“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”

“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”

Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.

“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”

Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“

Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”

“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”

“As you wish.” Harry agreed.

[moxfirefly]

Please please please with a cherry on top! I am in NEED of a thigh fuck with Raph xFemReader. I’ve had this scene stuck in my head of Raph and his girl making out and she’s finally had enough of him pushing her away when she’s about to bust so she straddles him on the lair couch. They’ve only made out with some semi-heavy petting before he pulls away and gets all “tough” and tries to change the subject. She’s a needy woman and she needs some attention and validation or at least an explanation as to why he’s so hesitant. She doesn’t get it because she’s been after him forever & now that she has him she’s not about to let him go. This could be completely filthy ❤️‍🔥 I just need my big boy to come undone (pun intended) No pressure but I just love your writing & have been going through and rereading all of your amazing stories! — Much love, Phera

Ngl this has been festering my noggin for a while because I’ve been in a big Raph mood lately. I hope you don’t mind but this is a combination of something I’ve been working on with like a portion of your request into it but I think you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Raphael always found the word “obsessed” to be a tad too exaggerated.

Whenever Donnie said he was obsessed with some new tech thing, or Mikey was obsessed with a new song, or even Leo was obsessed with some new form of meditation.

Obsessed sounded too big of an adjective to explain it.

Raph didn’t consider himself obsessed with his workouts or even knitting. He liked them sure, maybe even loved them because they brought some semblance of balance to an already complicated brain. But obsessed felt too outrageous of a word.

That all went to hell the second his eyes had landed on yours. Because suddenly the word began to ring out loudly in his brain in blood red caution style letters. Something chemically switched in his brain the very moment you had spoken. He felt sweaty, clammy and downright sick to his stomach.

How many hours in the day could somebody think about another person?

He felt like his ass was going numb from sitting on the bench thing long contemplating this situation. He’d only done one rep of his bench presses when he had to sit up and breathe and quiet his mind.

You were April’s friend, her latest and most stable roommate and somehow the idea of mutants in the sewers had been easier to swallow than he could ever hope for in human reactions.

He felt pathetic, a little dirty but overall weightless whenever you were near by. You’d stepped in several times to help whenever April simply couldn’t. You’d come down with groceries, hand me downs and all sorts of necessities simply because you wanted to help. Raph wasn’t some inconsiderate chump though, he was thankful, he’d (somehow) engaged in his fair share of small talk with you.

And sure your eyes had lit up with him.

Sure there were moments he wanted to do a double take because he swore your eyes had lingered on him.

Pesky pesky pesky ‘ifs’.

Quite often the sensation of your eyes lingering on him had taken him to places he hardly entertained. He didn’t want to place you in that box, that ‘potential’ box where he wondered what a normal life could feel like. He much less wanted to stuff you in the other box.

The one where when he slept and saw nothing but your eyes and mouth and hands all over him. The one where when he woke up and felt like a fever was burning him in the very pits of hell, all because he swore he heard you moan out for him. How many ruined sheets carried your name. How many showers he’s tried to burn you off of him only to simply get off to the idea of your skin against his own.

God he was obsessed wasn’t he?

The hypocrisy alone wouldn’t mortify him.

What would kill him is if you suddenly developed mind reading powers and saw one third of his thoughts on you.

From the fruity gushy romantic ones.

To the filthy debauched images he painted daily ones.

He felt sick again.

Sicker the second you walked in the shorts you wore when summer was approaching.

You had a scar on your knee cap he wanted to taste. He saw how skin spread when you sat down, the plushness, the softest of chubbiness that had him thinking how divine it would be to wake up to those thighs crushing his face. A tremble in his hand urged him to lay a palm on your thigh, just to touch, just to get a taste of human flesh against his calloused scales. Raph wanted nothing more than to feel you sit on his lap and ask him if he could be a good boy for you and-

“Yo bro if you ain’t taking a plate I’m eating it” When had Mikey gotten in front him and why was food being shoved into his face?

Oh, right, you brought dinner tonight.

He had mumbled a grunt of an apology and had poured the rest of his energy into eating.

Unbeknownst to him, you had felt that shift that could only be described as the earth shaking. Raphael wasn’t necessarily subtle, sure he’s gotten away with it a few times but there’s no way he expected you to not notice his eyes burning a hole through your thigh as you sat next to him.

And who said you couldn’t be a little cruel in your endeavors of letting him get the fucking hint that you wanted him too?

So when you had finished eating and Casey and Donnie had started up one of their heated debates, you had placed a hand on his knee to push yourself up from the couch.

You had dug just a little bit of nail.

You had let your palm slide on your way up.

If Raph could implode he would’ve.

If he could set himself on fire he would’ve lit a match by now.

That had messed him up for days. He had rutted against his pillow three nights in a row and none of it had been enough to silence the voice, the itch of his skin.

All it had done was open his eyes a little wider, to watch you like a damn hawk.

And he began to notice things. Notice the little games you played with him.

From the way you crossed your legs when his green eyes landed on you. To the way your smile felt just mischievous enough to let him know he had been had.

You knew.

God, could you read his thoughts?

He had been tasked one evening to walk you to the exit of the Lair. It wasn’t too late, but work and deadlines were impeding you from torturing him longer this evening. He had quietly gotten you to the latter that led closest to your place.

“Ya let us know when ya make it home safe” Came that gruff voice of his, that almost constipated pit nesting in his stomach. Just before your hands could grip the ladder, you had gripped the length of the white cloth that adorned his shorts. You twirled the fabric, gentle twists and a knowing smile that made him hold his breath.

“And you let me know the next time you’re thinking of me at night. I think we’re past this little game.” You didn’t give him a second to recover let alone form a coherent sentence before you were up the ladder and gone.

Raphael looked up, the beam of light as the cover was opened to allow you out into the buzzing city. It felt too much of a spotlight highlighting his desires. You watched him down below, the shadows hiding just enough but not the stunned hungry look. If he were a religious man, he could say that you looked like a god, above him all knowing and with the power to turn him into ash.

And how he wanted to fall to his knees and pray in between your legs.

He hadn’t slept that night.

He had watched the ceiling of his and Mikey’s shared room and contemplated your words. He turned them over and over, examined every vowel and consonant. He tasted the sounds in his mouth. Your haughty smile as the wind blew a few strands of hair.

He lasted a week.

Seven days of self loathing.

A hundred and sixty eight hours of working up the courage.

Ten thousand and eighty minutes of wanting to even the playing field.

So on that last day, last hour, last minute, he had snuck out after patrol and a shower and headed to your apartment. He had climbed up the fire escape with every intention of telling you how evil you were for making him so obsessed.

His simply texted,

‘Window.’

His tried to mask a neutral face as you pulled back the curtains and found him crouched there.

The second you smiled though…

He had lost.

You lifted the window open and rested your hands on the windowsill.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of me?” Your words stabbed him, and he loved it.

He wanted to snarl, wanted to show you that this was stupid of you to even consider. So when he moved forward, brought his face close to yours, you didn’t flinch.

“Don’t be such a coward and show me what kept you up this late?” Your warm breath caressed his scarred lips.

Raph blinked, taken aback on how easily you had taken hold of him. When your hand reached up, knuckles caressing his jaw before they rested on the lip of his plastron, he closed the distance with an innocent kiss. A pressing of lips that froze him against your mouth. He felt that hand run up his neck, a scratch of your nails bringing some life back to him as your lips moved against his own.

Just as his mouth began to catch up, to lose itself against the wetness of your tongue you had backed up into the room and beckoned him inside the living room.

And like a trained pet he slid inside and felt smaller than he had ever imagined he could.

And god, he loved it.

He let you lead him to the couch, watched obsessively as you straddled his lap and kissed him with every intention of devouring all the secrets he possessed inside of him. He can’t and won’t be able to forget the sensation of your hands grabbing his own and letting them hover over your chest.

“Do you want me? Do you want to keep doing this?” You had asked cautiously, adamant in letting him know this could stop the second he felt it needed to. It took every power in him to not yell out a resounding and firm ‘yes’.

“Good, that’s a good boy” And fuck his dick twitched and almost came undone right then and there. He felt his hands cup your breast, the soft tender flesh from above your sleep shirt, just as you rolled your hips against his painfully hard erection.

Between the kisses he groaned out a desire.

“Wanna feel more of ya, can I?” He whispered it against the corner of your mouth as desperate as he ever could.

Your reply came in the simple gesture of lifting your shirt and your reward came in the form of hungry eyes and lips finding your breasts.

He was gutted, how could something this beautiful also be perfect and soft and right now against his lips?

Raph felt your hand on the back of his head and the quiet little yelp as he bit down gently on your nipple almost be his second undoing of the night. He kissed the perked bud, wrapped his tongue around it and savored the texture, the taste, the way that with each suction you grew needier and wetter.

He could feel you so perfectly through the fabric of your underwear just gush against his clothed crotch. His hands held your waist as he devoured your other breast and delighted ‘ha!’ escaped your lips when he his bit down just a little harder than before. Raph’s eyes looked up, the flush pink of your neck, the sweat starting to form.

The two of you still needed to be quiet, you weren’t alone after all.

And this was simply still a taste of things to come.

“I want you, so fucking bad, but not here, not like this” You kissed it up his neck, felt those big hands grip your rear. His eyes held confusion and a stupor that could only mean he was drunk off of this.

“We’re gonna be a little creative and very very quiet” Your hands rested on his shoulders, to which allowed yourself the luxury of a good firm squeeze to the muscle. God he was a fucking sight to behold.

With a remorseful push you got up on wobbly legs and slid your underwear down and off. He had followed the path, mesmerized and hungry. Just to tease, just to be the cruel god you could be, you rubbed along your folds, gathered slick and offered up to his willing and devout lips. He sucked greedily, loved the way you slowly pulled out the digits from his mouth.

Next to his spot you climbed on the couch and rested against the backrest and urged him closer. “Y/n I um, I’m too big-“ And he wanted to cringe at the admission that there was no way this could happen like this without some lube and patience.

“Thighs, use my thighs Raphie” That stupid name sounded like salvation when spoken in your voice. Nervously but ever so in need he settled behind you, pushed his shorts past his hips and saw the mess he had become due to you, much like he did on nights.

His hands ran up the globes of your cheeks and found your waist. He slid himself between the thighs he had dreamt off for far too long and just as he hoped, they felt better than he could ever imagine. “Oh-fuck…” Was his breathless response to the first slide, your thighs locked up as tight as they could be. The move allowed his cock to perfectly slide along your core, rub against your clit and you tighten your lips in a muffled moan.

The next thrust wasn’t as gentle, as slow. But enough to have his navel slap against your rear in that all to familiar lewd slap he often heard in ‘videos.’

He fell slightly forward, massive arms wrapped around your stomach and lips at the top of your head. “God, Y/n, fucking wanted this” He grunted against the crown of your head. “Me too baby, me too” You braced yourself better, if he was like this…

The thought alone made your toes curl as he began to thrust, building a rhythm that had the two of you on the brink of screwing up and moaning louder than allowed. A hand clasped down on your breast as the couch began to protest with the force of his movements.

“Come on Raphie, just like you dreamt of, do just like you’ve always wanted to” You turned your head, did your best to catch a glimpse of his debauched features as he thrusted faster, that squelching sound combined with your moans making him lose control.

“Shit-I’m gonna…” He buried his face against the back of your neck.

“Do it, do it for me, make a mess” Your own undoing so close you could taste it.

It’s a gut punch, it’s like a bomb going off in his chest and stomach all at once. It’s the hardest he has ever cum, and he’s clutching you and not a pillow for once. He can feel it mix in with your own release, feel it drip down against your thighs and shot against the couch. He feels you slap against him as you ride your own wave whilst biting down on your forearm.

He feels dizzy, tired and drained.

He feels you against him. Sticky and sweaty and panting.

He feels so fucking obsessed.

He feels so fucking obsessed.

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y/n on her period and her boyfriend tom blyth comforts her

“ughhh im actually dying.” i whined to my boyfriend tom as i walked into the kitchen. my period had hit me HARD this morning. but the smell of tom cooking pancakes distracted me for a second.

“aw baby i’m sorry” tom said as he came over and wrapped his arms around me. i nestled my face into his chest and inhaled his comforting scent. he felt me tense under his grip as another wave of cramps hit me like a bus.

“hey baby why don’t you get back in bed and i’ll bring you your heating pad and some breakfast in bed today?” tom offered.

“that sounds awesome, can you just carry me there because i physically can’t move and everything hurts right now.” my period was not letting up this time.

“of course y/n would you like me to chew your food up to while im at it?” he grinned as he scooped me up bridal style.

“haha very funny” i said sarcastically “maybe if you felt like there was a knife stabbing into your gut right now you wouldn’t want to do anything either.”

“sorry baby i’m just trying to get you to smile, i know how hard this week is and if i could switch places with you i would.”

now i felt bad, tom was literally the sweetest and these stupid hormones had me lashing out on him. “tom i’m sorry i—“

“no y/n dont apologize, i get it the hormones are raging and your in pain and lash out it’s totally fine and i love you for it so don’t you dare start to apologize to me ok?”

“ok” i said blushing. how did i get so lucky with tom? he kissed me on the forehead and carried me to bed.

“i’ll be right back with the heating pad and breakfast ok darling” he said as he headed back to the kitchen.

the rest of the day was made up of me cuddling with tom and him being at my beck and call because he’s actually the best boyfriend ever. we watched sooo many movies and ate a little too much chocolate but it was one of the best days ever even with the period cramps.

authors note:

hey guys this is my first post so sorry if it’s bad but i’ve been wanting to make some tom blyth fluff for a while and decided to go for it! please leave me requests and i will get to them as soon as i can! i hope you enjoyed :)

[lightfeltmemories]

mithrun nsfw alphabet please

mithrun: nsfw alphabet

note: mithrun is basically canonically a sex repulsed asexual because of the demon taking away his desires, but then i realized, hey! i could just refer to the version of him before that happened! also his younger version is so finer anyways so a win is a win, this is also a request from someone on ao3! shoutout to them!

tw: none so far

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Mithrun tries his best to be there for you, he's not the best at aftercare but he's also not terrible, he wants to show you how much he loves you and sometimes it's a bit hard to.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) on him, his body in general, while on you, your neck, he has a bit on an affinity for making love bites and hickeys, but they're usually very small and can't be spotted that easily.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) his cum has sweet undertones, not sugary sweet but sweet enough to where the taste is bearable, it's slightly thick and texture and he cums just a bit to where you can clean it easily.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) i imagine him as the type to be a switch, he does not mind having his ass licked or fingered, and when he's bottoming, his moans are soft and sweet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) even after the demon removed his desires, he was a complete and utter virgin before he met you, and was a nervous wreck the first time he did it, but over the years of the two of you continuing he started to get better at keeping his composure... and lasting longer.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) he started to like the butterfly (doing it on the edge of the bed, your legs in the air, as he stands), but missionary and even doggy style are fine too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) oh that man is serious and down with the business, leave the humorous moments for aftercare.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) you'd be surprised how much hair he grows down there, give it about 2 1/2 weeks and it's a white bush down there, if you tell him to trim or shave, he'll do it, though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he can be romantic, you just have to tell him what to do, he doesn't have much experience on romance either so some words have to be exchanged.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) it sounds crazy, but he hasn't ever had that urge to until you came, he has only ever did it once when he was in a state of desperation for your body, outside of that very moment, he hasn't ever had the interest in pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) he has a slight.... ok i'm lying here, when you're on top and you talk him through his orgasam, it turns him into putty in seconds, he's also kind of a brat when he wants to bottom, he won't put up with brattiness from you though, not pretty fair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) in complete privacy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) talk to him in a sweet, seductive voice as you're starting foreplay, tell him that he's a good boy, and that he's doing a good job at obeying.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) not a fan of hard kinks such as bdsm or degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) he turns into complete putty when you're on the giving end, and he has little experience with giving as well, so, oral is kind of a gamble, only a little practice gets us so far and before his desires being taken away he started to get a little better.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) he's a slow type of guy, not painfully slow, but slow enough to make things last just a bit longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) he doesn't do them, nor does he see the premise, he feels that sex should be a sacred act, not some one two you're done.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) realizing he was a switch was kind of the risk for him and the only risk he's willing to take.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) he can last surprisingly long, a couple rounds should do, he doesn't want to drag anything out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) the two of you owned a couple toys: an anal plug, and a strap on for him, after his desires were taken away.... they remain untouched for when one day, his desires come back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) he doesn't really tease you, but you tease him, leaving a cute, whining mess, while you pump into his ass, refuse to let him cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) he's not too loud, when he's top he's quiet or keeping sounds at a minimum, but when he's a bottom, he moans pretty loud, he can't help but yell as his ass is being filled.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) his pull out game is... kind of weak, so he ends up accidentally cumming inside of you on more than one occasion.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) he's a grower, not a shower, he's a good 3 inches when flaccid while he grows at least 5 or 6 inches more when hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) currently non-existent, but was still pretty low beforehand as well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) he doesn't always fall asleep quickly, but when you two go a little more than 3 or so rounds, he's out cold.

[tubatwo]

haircuts - huening kai

summary: kai comes back with a haircut and you think he looks cuter than ever

pairing: gn reader x huening kai

genre: fluff; 0.9k words

a/n: guys feel free to leave concepts in my ask box! extra inspo would be nice :) or if you want to chat or gush about a member i’m here!!

it’s been a while since you’ve seen kai, and saying that you feel nervous would simply be an understatement. he went out of town to spend time with family for the summer, and it was your first time experiencing weeks without him. you were happy that he was having a nice time, but being away from him for so long felt like the worst possible torture.

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after checking yourself in the mirror for probably the fifth time, you hear a pattern of knocks and immediately run to open the door. “hi, babe!” kai looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. his usual hoodie switched for a soft cardigan, a cap on his head, and in one hand he’s holding a bouquet of flowers. “hi, baby! here, come inside.” you plant a kiss on his cheek and open the door wider to let him in. “I missed you so much.” you hug each other for a while before eventually letting go. “I missed you too, ning.”

“are the flowers okay?” he asks while fidgeting slightly. “beomgyu told me I should’ve hired a marching band, but that’s a bit um…” you giggle and shake your head while searching the kitchen for a vase, “no, they’re perfect baby, thank you.”

after the flowers were put up, you turn around to see kai sitting patiently on the couch. that’s when you noticed that he had taken his cap off and something was different about him. you gasp and cover your mouth, “did you cut your hair?!” kai nods sheepishly as you walk over to him. his arms wrap around your waist and he looks up at you with anxious eyes. “d-do you like it?” he asks. you immediately coo and caress his head softly. “the question is, do you like it?” you ask in return. he blinks at you a couple of times before you continue, “because I think you look absolutely adorable.”

since your relationship is still fresh, you’ve only seen kai with a few styles of hair. it wasn’t the first time seeing it straight, but the shorter length was definitely a surprise. you didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more cuter, and it was a bonus that you knew he had been desperately wanting to cut it for a while.

kai whines and buries his head into you before looking up at you again. “I really like it, and it makes me feel relieved that you like it too.” he admits.

“I like whatever makes you the happiest, ning.” you tell him with a smile. he smiles at this, but after a few seconds he asks, “what would be your favorite haircut on me, though?” you think for a second, trying to come up with an answer besides the cliche how could I choose? you knew that he wanted a genuine answer this time. after all, it was your first time seeing him after such a huge change. however, you also tried to come up with a gentle response that wouldn’t make him feel bad in any way. “well, I do love your usual fluffy hair,” you begin, “especially when you had the mullet that one time!”

he nods and nibbles slightly on his lip. “but… this is my first time seeing you with short hair and…” you trail off. you hold his face in your hands and place sweet kisses on his lips between each word.

“you,” kiss “look,” kiss “so,” kiss “handsome.” you finish with a mwah.

inside, kai is dying. he’s absolutely losing his mind. he spent the entire walk over there worried about what you would think, and now your compliments are making him melt. he feels happy and relieved, but also extremely shy.

his arms are still wrapped around you, and he buries his face into you again, letting out another soft whine. “what’s gotten into you?” he mumbles. “you’re killing me over here, y’know…” you giggle and lean down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “we finally have time to ourselves,” you explain, “so, that means I’m going to be as mushy as possible.”

kai laughs at this and a mischievous look fills his eyes, aegyo mode suddenly activating. “sooo… does this mean I can finally call you my jellybean?” a look of playful disgust takes over your face as he does his signature wiggle, and you both burst into laughter. “we can work on the whole nickname thing in the future, okay?” you say while still trying to catch your breath.

after you both quiet down, you give kai a more serious look. “no but i’m serious, even though I love you in everything, I think this is my favorite style on you now,” you explain, “I can already see the happiness radiating from you.” kai looks down at this and starts to fiddle with his fingers. “you noticed?” he asks. you nod, “of course, I noticed.” you take a seat next to him on the couch to wrap your hands around his hands. “we all have our moments, kai. if there’s anything you need to do to feel comfortable then I fully support you doing it.”

“ever since I got my hair cut, my confidence has been really high!” he tells you with wide, enthusiastic eyes, making you smile. you place a hand on the side of his cheek and kiss him softly. “and that makes me really happy.” you softly boop his nose. “all I want is for you to see yourself the way I see you.” kai brings you in for another kiss, giving his thanks in the form of his love.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, ning.”

[awkwardgamergirl]

Best games for mental health&relax?

As someone who deals with anxiety and depression when I want to relax or am just feeling low and drained I’ll usually choose what others would consider “cozy games” because I don’t want any stress from shooters, strategy games, or anything that has a lot of stakes. I’ll do switch games for now since it’s my main console but I do have a 3ds, psvita, and my computer so I’ll make a list of those games later 💕

So my favorite games to relax to are:

~ stardew valley~ (you already knew this was coming) it’s just a really cute game with lots of options on how you can spend your time. You can farm, fish, forage, travel the mines, talk to the towns people, interact with love interests. There is just a lot to do in it and it has a really cozy small town cottagecore vibe that a lot of people find relaxing. Amazing replay value. I have like four different lives just so I can choose different farms, partners, things like that.

~ animal crossing~ (second most obvious answer) we all know animal crossing is a chill low stakes game that has a lot of similar elements I listed for stardew valley. You get to interact with cute little animals, decorate your house and character, forage, fish, find fossils, shop. It’s just a relaxing and positive game and is very popular for a reason. Idk about replay value because I really couldn’t imagine deleting my island tbh.

~ fashion dreamer~ if you like cute dress up type games this one is a decent lil game. It’s got lots of different styles for whatever your lil fashion heart desires and you basically walk around dressing up characters and they rate your outfits. It’s from the creators of style savvy and while it’s super cute I would wait for it to go on sale because it’s a bit overpriced imo. Style savvy is definitely the way to go if you have a ds/3ds. Still cute though. Don’t know about replay value because I’m fairly new to the game and haven’t come close to finishing or restarting anything.

~ unpacking~ this one is pretty cute and definitely a game that helps with anxiety. It’s a relaxed little puzzle game that unlocks parts of the story as you go along organizing each room to your home. You can try to solve the puzzles or you can just organize the furniture to your liking. Either way you want to play it’s super cute and relaxing and has some decent replay value after you complete it.

~calico~ super cute game where you run a cat cafe in a magical town with unique characters, little missions, and lots of cats you can pet and play with. There is magic, desserts, and you can ride giant cats like horses. Super soothing game. Character customization and decorating your cafe. The only drawback is it can get a bit glitchy but for the cuteness and the price I have no complaints. The music is really cute too. Not sure about replay value because my cafe is so cute I wouldn’t want to start over.

~coffee talk~ you run a coffee shop in the future and talk to all the incoming guests and learn their stories as you give them their coffee. This one is super relaxing and how I like to spend my evenings before bed if I want that extra cozy time to destress and relax. Cute art as well with different species and how they interact. I haven’t restarted yet but I’m sure there will be replay value with just how cozy and in depth the story is.

~rune factory 4 remastered~ this was originally a 3ds game they remastered for the switch and it’s so amazing that they did. One of my favorite 3ds games that is an offshoot of the harvest moon series with very pretty art, farming, cooking and crafting, romance, monster fighting, and just really fantastic story telling. Very cozy and hard not to get sucked into. Such a gorgeous game imo. Fantastic replay value.

~good pizza, great pizza~ you run a lil pizza shop and upgrade it to get better ingredients and equipment. Super cute chill game to pass the time and hard not to spend hours mindlessly making pizzas. Haven’t replayed it because I haven’t completed it but I imaging replaying it would be fun because you’re just making pizza and unlocking different ingredients. Relaxing game with cute art.

~monster prom~ cute game where you have to convince one of the monsters to go to prom with you. Funny writing, pretty art, and the ability to romance any gender while choosing your pronouns. It’s funny, the game play is question based, and it’s like little rounds of 15 mins and either you get them to go to prom or you get rejected. Then you get to try again. Replay value is obviously strong because I keep playing it no matter how often I’m rejected 🥲 being real though this game is funny, unique, and worth the price. I just have to beat the first one so I can try the second.

~what comes after~ you play as a character on a train of ghosts and you process the grief of passing to the afterlife and try to learn and console the other ghosts on the train who are passing. Pretty game that is mostly story based and worth a try. I haven’t finished this game so I’m not to sure on the replay value.

~little mouse’s encyclopedia~ a cute little game where you play as a little mouse exploring the outside and the dirt and you spend your time finding other little animals and bugs and plants and you read about them and what they are. Cute little educational game I purchased because I loved the art that ended up being super cute in the long run.

Honorable mentions:

- speed dating for ghosts (cute funny little game where you go on dates with ghosts. Short, sweet, and to the point. Decently priced for how quick you get through the game)

- cattails (you play as a cat that travels through its little territory you that you share with your other cat group. You gather little things, complete missions, scrap with rival cat gangs, and just walk around as a cat. Cute but a bit slow for my tastes.)

-rune factory 5 (don’t get me wrong, I love the fourth one and I’m sure the more I play this one I’ll learn to love it to. The gameplay is just set up a bit different and is a bit more similar to the harvest moon style than the fourth rune factory. The art is gorgeous though I was just hoping for more rune factory and less harvest moon when it came to the actual playing)

Games I’ve wanted and heard amazing things about:

The only reason I haven’t purchased and played these games yet is because games aren’t cheap and I need to finish the ones I’ve already purchased. That being said I’ve been looking at a lot of these for a long time and they are definitely going to make this list. I’m sure some of them would be ranked very high in the favorite games category as soon as I actually start playing them. Here’s the list:

* Spiritfairer

*Bear and breakfast

*Creepy tale

*Cozy grove

*Witchy life story

*Potion permit

*Hoa

*Littlewood

*Potion craft

*Gris

*When the past was around

*strange horticulture

*Lemon cake

*Wytchwood

*How to say goodbye

*Dreamlight valley

*Storyteller

*Cult of the lamb

*Little misfortune

*Night in the woods

* Sally face

And that’s it 🎉 sorry for such a long list but I wanted to include a bit of everything so you had lots to choose from. These are the games I play when I need a comfy happy place to go when life gets to be a bit too much to handle. I enjoyed making this list to be honest so there will most likely be more lists in the future. Maybe I’ll make a list of favorite otome games, anime/manga, kpop groups. Things like that. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading the list as I enjoyed making it 💖

[callmeagardengnome]

𐙚 ink my heart 𐙚 - chapter 3

w.c. - 3.9k

pairings - idol! lee dong-hyuck x tattoo artist! fem! reader x idol! mark lee

genre - romance, strangers to friends to ?

synopsis: being a tired university student with no interest in life was something you were satisfied with until you unexpectedly become friends with an idol.. but what if it becomes more?

not proofread!

previous / next masterlist

Compared to the vibrant night you had last month, your days have been pretty bland and dull. As per usual, you have been very busy with work and classes - which meant that you had no time to reach out to both Haechan and Mark.

With school break approaching, you find yourself being more excited than before. This could be the chance to catch up with the both of them. However, you find yourself worrying about whether they have time. Do they have a break too?

Haechan and Mark never mentioned what they did for a living. To be fair, you didn’t ask. You initially guessed they were university students because of their age, but their hectic and random schedules made you think otherwise. Either way, you were anxious that you might have to spend your second break alone.

You stared at the newly bought groceries on your kitchen counter. You finally got your pay-check from your boss, which allowed you to replenish your empty fridge and pantry.

As you put your fresh groceries into the fridge, your phone started to ring violently on the other side of the room. You reached over your couch to grab your phone before answering, “Hello?”

“Ahh.. ‘____’,” you heard your boss, Mr Park, sigh on the other side of the screen. “I’m going to need you to come in, I have a very important client that needs a tattoo right now.”

“Huh?” you blurted as you sunk slowly into your couch. “Right now? That’s so sudden and I can’t get there that fast..”

“I don’t care- just be there NOW,” he yelled before hanging up the phone.

The whole interaction was added to your list of reasons of why you hated your boss. Even though he paid you decently,(especially since you’re a part-timer), he seemed to take you for granted and called you in whenever he pleased. As annoying as it was, he did pay you extra money.

With that, you rushed to put your final groceries away and headed out the door.

The figure of a tall man leaning against your studio wall became clearer and clearer as you jogged towards your workplace. As you got closer, he quickly put out the cigarette that he was smoking.

“Hey uh- thanks for waiting, I wasn’t expecting a client today,” you panted as you fumbled with the keys of the studio.

“It’s okay, sorry for the short notice,” The man replied understandably.

You managed to open the door, letting the both of you inside the dark studio.

“You can sit over there,” you said, pointing towards the tattoo chair.

As he took a seat, you switched on the lights, illuminating the room with a soft glow. You glanced at him, noticing the tired and fatigued look in his eyes.

“So.. what are we doing today..?” you asked as you tried to shake off your exhaustion from the rushed morning.

He paused, “I’m not too sure.. I saw what you did for my friend and I wanted something with a similar style..”

You nodded while preparing your sketchbook. “Who’s your friend?”

He muttered, “Taeyong.”

“Really? The one with the white hair?” you asked curiously.

He gave a small nod before you asked again, “Oh so do you know the guys he was with?”

“Yeah..” he mumbled as he scrolled through his phone for tattoo ideas.

The thought of Haechan and Mark being friends with this man made you want to ask more, but you resisted the urge as he seemed uninterested. The both of you started to discuss ideas for the tattoo. Once you were done sketching, you printed out the stencil for the design.

You wouldn’t describe the silence between the two of you as ‘comfortable’. It felt as though the both of you were carefully treading the conversation, trying to find a common ground.

You placed the stencil on his skin, “What’s your name, by the way?”

“Johnny,” he said as he grabbed his phone that was over on the table. “The guys were talking about you so I thought I should check the place out.”

They talked about you? You felt your cheeks getting warm at the thought of that. “Oh.. What did they say?” you asked, trying to sound casual as you adjusted the stencil.

Johnny chuckled, “Just that you were ‘crazyy’ talented and cool.”

You smiled, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment, “I’m glad they think so. Ready to get started?”

He nodded, putting his phone away. “Let’s do it.”

The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room. As you worked, the both of you engaged in a light chat, breaking the silence.

“How did you get into tattooing?” Johnny asked, his voice steady despite the needle his skin.

“I kinda just needed a job,” you answered sheepishly. “I always liked art and I wanted to pay off my student loans. It just seemed like a good way to earn money.”

He winced slightly as you moved the needle to a more sensitive area. “That’s cool. Not a lot of people do what they like for a living.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m lucky…” you admitted. “What about you? What do you do?”

Johnny hesitated for a moment before shrugging, “I’m in the entertainment industry. It can get pretty hectic sometimes.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Entertainment industry? Like music or acting..?”

“Music,” he replied, keeping his tone modest.

“WOAH- that’s actually so cool,” you remarked, being genuinely impressed. “It must be really stressful though..”

“It is,” Johnny agreed. “But it’s worth it.”

As you continued working on his tattoo, the conversation flowed naturally as he asked more about your work. You heard his phone ringing just as you were about to start colouring the tattoo. Johnny muttered a ‘FaceTime…?’ before answering.

“Dude- where are you?” You heard Mark’s voice coming from the speaker.

“Didn’t I tell you guys I was gonna get a tattoo?” Johnny replied, confused. “I’m at that girl’s studio, the one you guys talked about..?”

There was a brief pause before he responded, “Wait, wha-“

“No way! Hyung, you’re with her right now?,” Haechan interjected, his face appearing on the screen beside Mark’s. “Can I say hi?”

“I mean you’re on speaker so..” Johnny mentioned as Haechan stole Mark’s phone.

“Hey ‘____’!” Haechan said excitedly while running. “Sorry I haven’t reached out in a while, I’ve been pretty busy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been busy too,” you smiled at the screen, looking at the chaos unfolding in front of you. “How have you guys been?”

The call lagged slightly, before the sight of Haechan and Mark fighting for the phone appeared. “Dude- back off,” Mark said as he pushed Haechan aside. “We’ve been good, how about you?”

“I’m alright, just working you know?” you replied. “Actually, my school break starts soon..”

“Really?” Mark’s face lit up. “How long is your break?”

“About 3 months,” you replied while shrugging.

Haechan snatched the phone from Mark’s hands before adding on, “We should definitely hang out, it’s been too long.”

Mark nodded in agreement, “Yeah.. do you have any plans yet..?”

“Not really,” you chuckled. “It’d be cool to meet up again.”

“Why wouldn’t it be,” Haechan grinned playfully as Mark nudged him. “I’m pretty awesome.”

Mark rolled his eyes but smiled, “Shut up dude.”

“Guys, my battery is low,” Johnny interrupted as he checked his phone. “I need to end the call soon.”

Haechan’s face fell slightly, “Come on Johnny, charge your phone..”

Mark laughed, “It’s okay, we can plan something later.”

You nodded, feeling excited at the idea of seeing them again. “I’ll text you guys once I have my work schedule sorted out.”

“Sounds good,” Mark said, his voice warm. “I hope we can hangout soon.”

You felt a flutter in your chest. “Of course! See you guys soon..”

The call ended and the screen went dark. Johnny looked at you and gave a sly grin, “You must have made quite an impression.”

A blush crept up your neck, spreading to your face. “I guess so,” you replied. “They’re really nice..”

“Nice?” Johnny leaned back slightly. “They literally just fought.”

You laughed, “Yeah, it was kind of funny though.”

“Sure..” Johnny trailed off. “It’s good to see them excited though, they need more actual friends.”

Actual friends? You didn’t know what he meant by that but you brushed off the odd comment. You passed him a charger that you found in one of the drawers and continued to work on the tattoo - the conversation flowing with the initial awkwardness dissipating.

“All done,” you announced, bringing a mirror closer to Johnny.

Johnny looked at the reflection with amazement. “They were right, you are really good at this.”

“Thanks..” you said, appreciating his words. “Do you mind leaving a review? It would help us a lot.”

“Of course, don’t worry,” he replied as he started to take photos of the tattoo.

After settling the payment and exchanging a few words, he headed towards the door. He gave you a small wave before stepping out into the evening.

The studio’s bell chimed softly as the door closed behind him. With a sigh, you began cleaning and tidying up the studio. Once everything was in order, you turned off the lights and flipped the sign on the door to ‘CLOSED’.

You felt the bitter coffee go down your throat as you sat in the lecture hall. The white fluorescent lights acting as a harsh reminder of your mundane routine. It’s finally the last day of class and you felt your stomach bubbling with excitement just thinking about your break.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up - again the three of you are usually busy, but you couldn’t help yourself. The possibility of seeing Haechan and Mark again made it hard to focus on your lecture.

As the clocked ticked closer to the end of the class, you went over your plans for the break. Maybe you could go to new places or pick up a hobby..

When the lecture ended, you gathered your things with a burst of energy. You decided to send a text to Haechan:

@‘____’ hey! my class just ended.. school break is finally here !!

You slid your phone into your pocket before heading out the door.

As you sat on the familiar train, you sketched various figures and shapes into your notebook. The clatter of the tracks added to the noise of people chatting. Suddenly, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

You paused your drawing and reached for your phone, glancing at the screen.

@dong-hyukkkk OMG That’s really good timing cuz We wanted to go to our fave bar later.. Wanna join?

A smile spread across your face as you quickly typed back,

@‘____’ of course! i’m not a drinker :/ but i would love to hangout!

@dong-hyuckkkk Dont worry about it Plus they have some cool games so let’s do that :p

@‘____’ text me the address can’t wait to see you guys!

@dong-hyukkkk See you later :)

A wave of excitement washed over you as you returned back to your sketchbook. Maybe your break would actually be fun after all.

You’ve never been more stressed about what to wear in your life. It’s not that you wanted to ‘impress’ them (though that would be nice), you just didn’t want to come across as sloppy.

You’ve never been to a bar before. You have no idea what to expect or wear. Why did you even agree to this? The anxiety gnawed at you as you rummaged through your closet. Should you go casual? Comfortable? Formal?

You settled on cropped baggy shirt with jeans and a chunky belt. While it was comfortable, you hoped that it struck a balance between comfort and casual.

You started to apply your makeup, drawing a baby winged liner. You even applied your boldest lipstick shade - a muted red.

Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. A knot of uneasiness twisted in your stomach. You shook off the nerves before grabbing your purse and headed out the door, into the fun night ahead.

Is this right? You looked at the address that Haechan sent you a while ago. It led you quaint bar, one that was not bustling with people. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but a bar with a quiet, almost cozy atmosphere wasn’t it.

The murmurs of conversation and the low hum of music that greeted you felt strangely intimate, contrasting the loud and rowdy image you had of a bar. You scanned the room as you tried to look for familiar faces in the dim lighting.

“Over here!” You saw Haechan wave at you vigorously as he stood up. You weaved through the scattered tables and settled into the booth where Haechan and Mark were sitting in.

“You made it!” Heachan said, pulling you into a quick hug. “We were wondering if you got lost.”

“Almost did,” you laughed, trying to shake off your anxiety. “I’ve never been to a bar before.. so this is all new to me.”

“Really?” Mark exclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised. “I don’t know why- but I always thought uni students went to bars.”

“Maybe they do,” you replied while shrugging. “I don’t really have the time though.”

Mark said reassuringly, “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you have fun.”

You nodded, feeling a bit more at ease as you glanced around the bar. “What are you guys going to get?”

They looked at each other briefly before Mark answered, “He’s getting Soju.. but I’ll probably take Sprite since I’m driving.”

“Oh yeah, you don’t drink right?” Haechan asked as he turned to you.

“Yeah.. I’m not a fan of the taste,” you replied, smiling nervously. “I think I’ll just get water or somethi-“

“Wait- this place has the best milkshakes, you should get those,” Haechan intercepted.

“Milkshakes..?” you echoed.

“Yeah, it’s one of their specialties,” Mark added on. Haechan stood up, starting to lead you over to the bar, “Come on, let’s pick one.”

As the both of you approached the bar, you looked at the menu overhead. A variety of drink types and milkshake flavours displayed proudly on it.

“What’s your favourite flavour?” Haechan asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Um.. chocolate is nice..?” you admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed at your ‘basic’ choice.

“Ooo.. they do have that,” he said as he pointed to the menu. “I recommend trying the chocolate peanut butter shake though, it’s like dessert in a glass.”

“That does sound really good,” you said, feeling excited about the drink.

Haechan grinned, signalling the bartender. “One chocolate peanut butter milkshake, one Sprite and one bottle of Soju please.” The bartender nodded and began preparing the drinks.

“You’re going to love this,” Haechan stated confidently. “Our friends found this place a few years back and it’s been our go-to.”

“I see why..” you said as you looked around.

There was a small pause before Haechan commented, “I know I keep saying this, but I can’t get over your tattoos.. they look really cool on you.”

Your cheeks flushed suddenly as you heard his words. Your tried to find a way to respond without sounding too eager.

“You think so?” A nervous laugh escaped you, betraying your flustered state.

“Yeah I’m not blind,” he smirked with a playful glint.

“Thanks..” you looked away and fiddled with the edge of your sleeve.

When the drinks were done, you pulled out the cash you had in your purse and tried to give it to the bartender.

“Woah- what’s this for?” he asked, confused.

“I wanted to pay for the drinks..?” you explained, being as confused as him.

Haechan gently pushed your hand back, “Nonono, it’s my treat.”

“But-“

“I invited you out remember? Let me pay for it,” he said firmly, pulling out his wallet and handed his card over.

“Oh, thank you so much..” you stammered, your voice tinged with nervousness. You collected the drinks and started to walk towards the booth, trying to avoid Haechan’s eyes.

The night was filled with laughter and chatter, something you haven’t had in a while.

“I can’t get over how good this tastes,” you said before taking another sip of the milkshake.

“Told you,” Haechan said with a smug grin.

Mark took a sip of his drink, then asked, “How have you been so far?”

You sighed as the weight of the past few weeks dawned on you. “Stressed… finals just ended a while back and I’m getting my results soon.”

Haechan leaned back, looking sympathetic. “Yikes.. that’s rough. At least you have a break now..?”

“True..” you said. “What have you guys been up to?”

There was a slight hesitation as Mark answered, “Well, we’ve been pretty busy with work stuff.. our schedule is kind of a mess.”

Haechan made a sound of agreement, “Yeah it’s been really hectic.”

“Wait, you guys work together?” you asked, your interest piquing. “What do you guys do?”

As they were about to answer, a worker approached the three of you, “Hey guys, the kitchen is about to close soon. Do you have any final orders?”

You looked over at the two guys, “Do you guys want food..?”

Their eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of food. “Uhuh.. the wings here are genuinely so good,” Haechan exclaimed, almost jumping out of his seat.

Mark nodded enthusiastically, “Dude- and the cheese fries?”

You chuckled, their excitement was infectious, “Alright, let’s order those.”

The soft music played in the background and the quiet conversations filled the air. As you finished your food, Haechan glanced around and then nudged Mark.

“Should we play some darts or pool?” Haechan suggested as his eyes lit up with excitement.

Mark grinned. “Yeah, both sounds fun. What do you think?” he asked, turning towards you.

You looked over to the corner of the bar where the pool table and dartboard had been set up. “I’ve never played either before..” you admitted.

“Perfect! We’ll teach you,” Mark said as he stood up and motioned you to follow him.

You grabbed your things and followed the guys to the corner of the bar. Haechan grabbed some darts and carefully handed them over to you and Mark. Haechan explained, “It’s pretty simple, just aim for the bullseye and throw.”

You stood infront of the dartboard with the dart feeling unfamiliar in your hand. Mark noticed your hesitation and stepped closer to you.

“Here- let me help you,” Mark said, moving behind you. “First you need to hold it like this,” he placed his hand over yours, guiding your fingers to the right position. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the warmth of his touch.

“Focus on the bullseye,” Mark continued with his smooth voice close to your ear. “Then take a deep breath and throw.”

You drew your arm back and released the dart. It flew through the air and landed on the outermost ring of the dartboard.

“Woah.. you really suck,” Haechan remarked with a teasing grin.

Mark laughed, “You can’t aim either dude.”

“At least I’m better than you in pool,” Haechan replied, rolling his eyes playfully.

The three of you continued to play and you slowly began to improve with each throw.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” Mark said while smiling.

You moved a some hair in front of your face, hoping to hide your blush. “I guess.. should we do pool next?”

The both of them played a demo game of pool to show you how it’s played. Haechan wasn’t lying when he said that he was good. Once their ‘match’ ended, Mark handed the cue stick to you. “Wanna try?”

You nodded and tried to mimic the way the guys held the cue stick, but it felt awkward in your hands.

Mark chuckled, “Want me to help again?” He adjusted your grip on the cue stick and his hand rested on top of yours. “Aim for that ball,” he directed. “Make sure to hit in the middle.”

You leaned over the table, trying to focus but your mind kept drifting to how close Mark was. His breath brushed against your ear as he explained, which left you feeling flustered and self-conscious the entire time.

With his hand guiding yours, you took the shot. The cue ball rolled forward and tapped the target ball, sending it into the pocket.

“Nice!” Mark exclaimed as he gave you a high-five.

Haechan clapped from the other side of the table, “Okay okay you’re alright.. are you ready to lose?”

You smirked, still not over the contact you had with Mark. “You wish. Watch me actually obliterate you.”

You probably shouldn’t have trashed-talked Haechan, his skills were unmatched. You (naturally) lost the game, but you still had fun despite it.

The night grew and the bar started to empty. Haechan excused himself briefly and Mark took the opportunity to reposition himself in front of you.

“Did you have fun?” he asked softly.

You nodded, “You guys are really fun to be around..”

“Good,” Mark chuckled. “It’s been a while since Haechan and I properly went out.. I’m glad you’re here.”

His words caught you off guard and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Yeah- I’m glad I’m here too.”

Mark’s eyes softened and leaned back into the chair. “Do you like the place?” he asked as he gestured around the now quieter bar.

“Mhm, I see why this is your favourite bar,” you replied. “It’s so cozy that I might start coming here.”

He smiled warmly at your response, “Yeah it has a charm to it.”

As the both of you continued talking, Haechan returned with a bowl of dessert.

“Chocolate ice cream,” Haechan said with a playful grin, placing the bowl in front of you.

You laughed, feeling genuinely touched by the gesture. “You didn’t have to.. but thank you.”

Haechan shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s the least I could do after defeating you at pool.”

You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness. You took a bite of the ice cream and it tasted heavenly.

“Hey- I lost too so where’s my ice cream?” Mark asked teasingly.

Haechan laughed as be nudged Mark with his elbow, “It’s only for pretty people.”

Haechan's playful remark brought a smile to your lips. Mark feigned offence but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Dude- are you calling me ugly?" he asked before turning back to you with a smile.

As you stepped out of the bar, the chilly air hit you, making you shiver slightly. The both of them exchanged a glance before Mark spoke up, “Do you need a ride home again?”

You sighed, “I promise you guys that I can take the train home and be safe.”

Haechan grinned cheekily, “You said that last time too and we ended up sending you back.”

You paused for a moment, “Yeah.. are you sure? Are you guys not tired of sending me home?”

Mark shook his head. “Nah, it’s honestly no trouble. Plus we feel better knowing that you made it back safely with us.”

You nodded reluctantly and accepted their offer. As you settled into the car, you couldn’t help but have a butterfly feeling in your chest at their kindness.

As they pulled up to the train station, the all-familiar feeling of disappointment sets in. You turned to thank them, your heart feeling strangely full. “Thanks again for the ride guys.. I had a really great time.”

Mark flashed you a smile, “Anytime.”

Haechan nodded enthusiastically before adding on, “Yeah seriously. Text me when you want to hangout again.”

You stepped out of the car and watched them drive away. Despite the slight sadness of your parting, you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw them.

author's note: sorry for the late updates! i had an exam recently and rn im studying for another one.. hopefully i will be more consistent in the future! make sure to like and repost.. all and any feedback is appreciated <3

[rickfucker]

(kinda emo) Nsfw Rick Headcanons (GN!)

i’ve gained lots of followers since my last post. hello! and welcome to the shitshow. this turned out extra emo! for whatever reason idk. i think it might just be because of how much i love rick this season. he’s a little softer. pls enjoy.

Sex is one of those things that he almost overdid when he was younger. He still loves it, don’t get me wrong, but he used it as an unhealthy coping mechanism in tandem with his drinking. It started losing its spark as he really got on in years.

This man is of the streets. He’s seen it all and he’s done it all.

Definitely a switch. His default is soft dominant. He will give endless praise, from how stunning your body is to how well you take him.

He gets tired, though. He’s spent his whole life fighting shadows of himself; trying to convince himself that he doesn’t need anyone. He wouldn’t ask you outright, necessarily, but if you decide to take the reigns from him for a night, he melts right into it. He wants someone to take care of him. Love him. Be gentle with him, just enough to make him forget about the cruelty of his own existence.

Sex with you is healing for him in that respect. He has done the hard and fast with everyone he’s ever met. You’re a fresh start, like he’s being given a second chance at doing things the right way.

He takes his time with you. To the point of your very obvious frustration. I’m talking hours of foreplay.

He’s the type to gently coerce you into saying exactly what you want in bed, usually in the filthiest way possible. Once again, extra points for the full-body blushing you’ll be doing. He eats that shit up.

He wants to hear you say what you want. That you want him, specifically. Consent is sexy!

Nicknames for days. Sweetheart, baby, hun, sugar, sweetcheeks, lmao. He loves just hearing you say his name, though.

He likes to fuck in weird places. Views it like a sort of challenge.

You would definitely have sex in every room in the house. Kitchen countertops, living room couch, the shower (obviously), laying you out on top of the dining room table (you insist on Clorox-ing afterward because he certainly isn’t going to do it).

He would never risk the possibility of you two being walked in on, though. He’s for sure into exhibitionism to an extent, but not with his family in mind. For your privacy as much as his own. Also his territorial nature. Nobody is viewing the goods but him.

He actually doesn’t want to have sex on his workspace. He’s got too much important shit that can’t risk, ahem, contamination.

If you get awkward of feel embarrassed while bumping uglies, he literally does not care. Everything you do is sexy to him, including all of the very human things about you.

(AFAB) I can’t tell if he’s a boob or a butt guy, but that’s ‘cause he’s a pussy guy. We all know this. He is King of giving head and he fucking loves it. 

(AMAB) Same goes here. King of Giving Head; He WILL give you that sloppy toppy.

Always makes his partner come first.

He can’t pick a favorite position, but he does love it when you ride him, especially dry humping. He likes it when the two of you end up so in the moment that there’s no time for taking off clothes.

Goes absolutely feral when you say you love him.

Sometimes cries a little after really intense sex, but not when you can see him. He’s got all these pent up emotions that just end up toppling over when he lets his guard down.

Pillow talk for a hundred years. He likes it when you start rambling about the future, toying with his hands while you talk softly. “Maybe we could move somewhere closer to the ocean. Or are you more of a cabin in the woods kind of guy?” You laugh at the idea of Rick lounging on the beach, which he takes mock offense to.

You make him think about things he never would have considered before. What reason would he have to ask himself the less important questions of life? Like what his favorite architectural style of home is. What would his perfect vacation look like? If he had to pick a new hobby to start, what would it be? It’s just nonsense, things he would never talk about in front of anyone else due to their irrelevant nature, but in the afterglow with you, he likes it. Maybe it makes him feel more normal; suburban; domestic. Maybe he just likes how dreamily you talk about those things, and the way you give him your full, rapt attention in the quiet sanctity of his tiny bedroom. Nothing else exists but you.

[dawnagustd]

for hours couple can I get reader wanting to get her nails redone and asking jk what shape and style she should get and if he can pay for them and cus he's whipped he will 🤭

pairing: hours!jungkook x f!reader

genre: fwbs | neighbors to lovers

word count: 0.6k

rating: 18+

warnings: suggestive | strong language | jungkook grabs his dick once | just two idiots who like each other | a bit of insecurity but for a second only | mentions back scratching(the kinky kind)

author's note: This is a month after reader starts visiting Jungkook's apartment but they've know each other longer than this, of course. They're neighbors. I changed the prompt up a little bit because I felt like it'd be more meaningful if he just offered to pay instead of her asking. I think it suits their dynamics better. This can be read as a stand alone but this is the main story. Thank you @hobeemin for looking over this for me. I love you!!

“The usual, right?”

You look at your nails carefully, examining them before you answer. This shape makes your fingers look weird when you don’t choose the right polish. You miss the old days but you had to make some compromises. 

“Nah, let’s try short this time. Same shape,” you reply.

“What?!”

Both your nail tech and Jungkook, who’s paused his video game, look at you in disbelief. Like you're speaking gibberish.

“Why are you getting them short?” Jungkook asks.

Your phone sits on the device station propped against the mount so you can see the FaceTime call and check your notifications without messing up your nails.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just want something different, I guess.”

“You can just try another shape,” your nail tech suggests.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jungkook adds.

You roll your eyes because you don’t think it’s a big deal. You can’t get what you want so the length doesn’t really matter to you.

“Then what should I get then?” 

The question was directed toward your nail tech, but Jungkook speaks up instead.

“How you used to wear them... Like when you first started coming over to my place.” 

He picks up his controller and resumes his game while he talks to you, describing the shape he’s speaking of best he can. “The vampire shape. I like those; they’re sexy.”

“Dude, you mean coffin?”

Jungkook snaps his fingers. “Ah, yes. That’s it.”

You’d kill to have coffin nails again, but they’re too high maintenance for the kind of sex you and Jungkook have. Besides, you remember how badly you scratched up his back the first time he fucked you. You felt bad, so you changed the shape to oval so you wouldn’t hurt him as much.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I like those a lot but I don’t wanna rip your skin open anymore.”

You mumble the last part so that only he can hear, and he responds with a laugh.

“I’m good, baby. I like pain.” Jungkook glances at his phone and winks.

Your nail tech can probably see steam rising from your cheeks because they’re on fire. Jungkook is smirking proudly, knowing he’s got a reaction out of you.

“Yeah, we really like those,” he adds, grabbing his dick. The lady walking past you chokes on air after looking the wrong way at the wrong time. You offer a small apology as you're ogling at the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “Matter of fact, how much are they?... Everything.”

“Like my entire appointment?... Gosh, I’m embarrassed,” you laugh.

“Yeah, all of it.”

You go over everything you’ve gotten done at the spa while Jungkook has paused the FaceTime call. You know he’s still listening because he gives an “mhm” every time you pause. Once you’ve come up with an estimate you look at your nail tech, who has your invoice and you’re given a nod, letting you know you’re in the right range.

You’ve been coming here since high school so you already know how much everything costs, but you still ask out of respect. You repeat the total so Jungkook can hear, thinking he’s about to tease you for spending so much, but to your surprise, he doesn’t.

“Cool,” he answers, switching back to the video call. “Hey, I’m gonna finish this game, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

Wow.

“Kay, bye.”

“Bye, love.”

When the call ends, your missed notifications come across your screen. A few from Instagram, Tumblr, and a missed call that says Spam Risk, but the last bubble grabs all of your attention. 

“He Cash App’d me. The fuck?” 

“Someone’s got a man,” your nail tech teases.

Your smile spreads before you can stop it. 

“Will you stop it? He’s not my man.”

Your argument is dismissed with a scoff. “Mhm.”

“I don’t, though.”

Not yet, at least.

[anashins]

hello mina!!! can i request a taeyong x reader fic where it took a long time (maybe about a year) to say what they feel towards each other? and that's because johnny had enough of them not confessing their feelings!

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: When you find out that your best friend Taeyong has a date, you take matters into your own hands and try to sabotage it.

A/N: Inspired by this TikTok. I hope you like it 💖

“Where is Taeyong?” you asked, looking around in the room. “Is he not coming today?”

Someone inhaled sharply and when your head shifted aside to Mark on the couch, he quickly looked away just like everyone else. You caught Yuta shooting worried glances at Johnny though who suddenly found the wall especially interesting.

“You guys have something to tell me?” You folded your arms in front of your chest. “Johnny? You? Taeyong wouldn’t leave out a day of snacks and playing video games. So where is he? He’s not responding to my messages either.” Now, everyone was staring at Johnny and you slowly grew impatient over their secretive attitude. “John-”

“Okay, okay!” He put his hands flat in the air as though to either defend or protect himself. You were sure you’d find out soon. “I didn’t want to be the one telling you this though.”

You frowned, sensing the air gradually growing thicker. “Tell me what?” 

“He’s out on a date today,” Johnny finally admitted. “That’s why he’s not coming.”

“Oh.” You tried to bite down the sinking feeling in the pits of your stomach and flopped down on the couch next to Mark while joking, “Cool. Thought he’d never get one. Maybe he’s not such a loser after all, am I right? Switch on the game, Johnny, we can finally start.”

But nobody dared to move or to even make a single sound until Mark risked it as the first one. “Are you truly okay with it?”

“With what?” Your poor attempts to play it cool didn’t pass by your friends so easily though.

“With him going on a date,” Johnny meddled again. “I mean, after all, you’re in l-”

“I’m no such thing!” you nagged. “We’re only best friends, okay?”

“That’s not what you confessed to us drunkenly one time when Taeyong was not here,” Yuta called you out and mimicked your voice, “What happened to ‘I’ve been in love with him for almost a year already, Johnny! But I don’t want to ruin our friendship since I don’t know what he’s thinking about me’? Only to have us tell you that he-”

“I already told you all to erase your memories from that night,” you hissed. “No such thing happened!”

“Well, okay.” Johnny shrugged. “If you say so, then let’s start playing.”

And you did. At least in the beginning.

When you lost for the nth time that day though, despite you usually being one of the best all while looking at your phone every few seconds in hopes to find a message from your best friend, you couldn’t deny anymore that Taeyong going on a date bothered you very much. More than you wanted to admit to your friends, let alone yourself. 

With every passing minute, you wondered what he was currently doing with the girl, when the date would finally end or wished it was so awful that he’d cut it short so that he would come back and spend time with you. 

“The café across the mall,” Johnny suddenly said when you were too absent to follow the game again.

“Huh?” You faced him, absolutely confused. 

“The café across the mall,” he repeated with a grin. “That’s where they’re going to meet in a few.”

You jumped up from the couch, earning encouraging smiles from all of your friends. “I have to go.” But you quickly corrected it to, “Home, I mean. I forgot I actually had something to do there.”

“Sure you have.”

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“Don’t go inside, you idiot!”

“Excuse me?” 

When the guy who coincidentally had the same hair color and style as your best friend spun around, you took a step back, totally embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else!”

He shook his head and then walked into the cafe, leaving you behind in wonder what the hell you were even doing there in the first place. You hadn’t spotted Taeyong from the outside, but you also didn’t want to enter in case you had no excuse for interrupting them. And now that rationality settled, you suddenly felt like a clown.

“Going around, calling other people idiots. I knew this was you.” A familiar presence had walked up to you that you only noticed now. Taeyong leaned in and looked through the window into the café you were standing in front of. “So, what are we doing here? Who are we spying on?”

You blinked in confusion. “Wait, you weren’t inside this whole time?”

“What was I supposed to do inside there all by myself?” He raised his brows. “Didn’t Johnny tell you that my phone broke and I just went to get it repaired in that shop over there?” Taeyong nodded to a location right next to the café. “That was why I was supposed to come later today. Luckily, they were finished by now.”

“So you didn’t go out on a date with a girl… in this café?” you asked, even more puzzled than prior to his appearance, but before you were able to realize what you had blurted out, you already met your best friend’s questioning expression.

“I didn’t,” he spoke slowly. 

The tension that grew in the silence between the two of you made you want to get buried in the grounds right there and then. Damn that Johnny. 

“Well,” you began, brushing everything off. “Nice to know. I have to go home now. See you around.”

But before you could run away with a heated head, Taeyong held you back by your elbow. “What did you mean by that?”

You stopped in your tracks, facing him with your back so that he couldn’t see how flustered you were by now. “By… what?” You weren’t prepared for this kind of conversation, at all.

“That I shouldn’t go inside.”

“You must have misheard.”

“I didn’t.”

The pressure that weighed down your shoulders and that you had been carrying around for so many months now had suddenly grown unbearable. You had known all along that this point was about to come sooner or later, and a year had already been pretty generous enough in your book. 

Perhaps, there was nothing to salvage anymore except for your heart that didn’t need to suffer any longer, no matter the outcome. Not much longer and it would have gotten entirely crushed anyway, together with every single piece of your soul that was still intact.

You shook Taeyong’s hand off your arm and turned around to him. This was the real you, not pretending anymore. You looked him directly in the eyes, as you said, “I can’t do this anymore.” 

“...Do what?”

“Pretend you’re just my friend. I think about you every day, all the time.” And, hoping that this would still be able to have a happy ending for you after all, you asked in the same breath, “And you? Do you even think about me?”

His mien was’t easy for you to read, but his silence spoke more than words anyway. Tears threatened to spill from behind your eyes when you slowly nodded, wanting to say something witty back, but no words came out.

You already motioned away from him, preparing to run as far away as possible, when you suddenly felt his warm palms cupping your cheeks, and as you looked into his eyes, there was an expression you had never encountered before. 

A loving smile tugged on the corners of Taeyong’s lips, but you didn’t see it spread entirely anymore as he came with his face close to yours and just whispered,

“All the time,” 

before he kissed you.

[xhanisai]

another marichat drabble but their idiocy and stupidness is maxed up

AO3

Pairing - Marichat

Prompt - 'Stupid enemies'

Summary -

“You let go of my hands!” He hissed back, both of their hands clasped with one another as they semi-wrestled on the ground, the hero still baffled with how despite him being suited up, the feisty little girl was practically evenly matched with his brute strength. “This is your fault! You should have thanked me when I saved you instead of letting your pride get in the way!”

“I didn’t need YOU to save ME. I would have easily dodged the Akuma!”

“No, you wouldn’t!”

“Yes, I would’ve!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-uh!”

Context of the story -

Marinette’s and Chat Noir’s interactions when they first met in Le Dessinateur went completely sour. Marinette wasn’t a fan of how over-the-top Chat Noir was and thought he was just an immature boy who flirted with anything that moved whilst Chat Noir got the impression that she was actually very rude and reckless. So they developed a silly, stupid, rivalry-like relationship and always try to one-up the other.

Chat Noir is still madly in love with Ladybug but she’s a little more cooler and aloof with him, not wanting their partnership to go beyond professionalism. Marinette is madly in love with Adrien but he’s a little bit afraid of getting closer to her because her moods can change in a switch and the last thing he wanted was for her to bite his head off in anger.

Despite all of that, Marinette and Chat Noir do not hate each other and start to understand one another better as they collide more and more often.

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 “Ugghhh. YOU again.” The way that one Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke to him in such a scoffy-like, rude manner right AFTER he saved her in the nick of time only irked Chat Noir to the point where he decided to give her a taste of well-deserved karma by proceeding to ‘accidentally’ drop her on her butt instead of keeping her in his arms princess style for a second longer. “HEY!?” Her outraged squawk was like music to his feline ears and he smirked in return without a single ounce of guilt. In her opinion, he could have given the most notorious demon a run for its money with that smile and she desperately wanted to scrape his grin off with a stained rag fetched from a nearby bin. “Whoops~!” He drawled with a roll of his eyes and then bent down to her level with his hands on his hips, his fanged grin becoming more and more smug much to her ire. “My hands slipped. My bad~!” “Sure it did.” Marinette leapt back to her feet only for her infamous clumsiness to strike and proceeded to trip over her own legs and topple back to the ground with a pained grunt. Instead of acting like the hero he’s SUPPOSED to be and helping her back up, Chat Noir decided to shamelessly laugh at her face in that stupid, annoying (yet infuriatingly adorable) way, pointing a clawed finger at her and ignoring the Akuma behind them who was rampaging through the city. “This is what you get when you don’t thank someone for saving you! Hahahahahaha— uHWOAH!?!?!” His face found the floor next thanks to Marinette’s sneak attack, the girl having swept his legs with one of her own in one fluid movement. A whiny mewl left his throat but unfortunately for the pathetic-looking feline hero, she wasn’t done with him. “And this is what YOU get for laughing at me!!!” He was suddenly pinned down by her tiny (but frighteningly strong) form and he instinctively shot his hands up to stop her own from reaching his face and deliver her infamous cheeks-pulling move! Last time he was too slow in stopping her, his face ached ALL day and was left rosier than his precious Lady’s suit! Hell, even Plagg wouldn’t stop teasing him about it and found Marinette’s unjustified dislike towards him oh-so amusing! “Let go of my hands you stupid cat!” “You let go of my hands!” He hissed back, both of their hands clasped with one another as they semi-wrestled on the ground, the hero still baffled with how despite him being suited up, the feisty little girl was practically evenly matched with his brute strength. “This is your fault! You should have thanked me when I saved you instead of letting your pride get in the way!” “I didn’t need YOU to save ME. I would have easily dodged the Akuma!” “No, you wouldn’t!” “Yes, I would’ve!”

 “Nuh-uh!”

 “Yuh-uh!”

 “Nope!”

 “Yes!” “You are so stubborn!!!” “And you are insufferable!!!” “Fine then! Next time, I’ll let your stupid butt get kicked by an Akuma and I’ll watch with front row seats whilst eating baked goods from your parent’s boulangerie!!! Then you will be sorry and finally give me the appreciation I deserve!” “Oh! You mean you’ll watch ME kick the Akuma’s butt on my own as you choke on a croissant you greedy fleabag!! And stop crawling to Maman’s and Papa’s bakery for free bakes you cheapskate! PAY UP LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IN PARIS!” Meanwhile, as the silly duo continued to argue like a pair of five-year-olds fighting over the last slice of cake, Alya gleefully recorded the entire thing in the background with her phone whilst Nino facepalmed himself. Why does this happen every single day???

 “uWAAAAAAaaAaaaAAAH! LADYBUUUUUUUG!!! HELP MEEEEEEE!!!” Nino didn’t even have to take his hand off his face to know that once again, Marinette had won the tussle against the now whining Chat Noir. She was on his back, arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his torso whilst her teeth were gnawing on one of his faux kitten ears like a feral animal on the loose. “I will get my revenge on you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! I swear on all nine of my lives!”

 No one was able to make out her muffled comeback, the heroine in disguise was determined to leave a permanent mark on the poor hero’s ear or maybe even tear off a chunk and take it home like a morbid trophy to assert who’s the true boss. At this rate, the conspiracy theorists of the internet will keep up with their accusations of Marinette being Le Papillon’s civilian identity and the only way to debunk it would be either for her to get akumatised one day or for the villain himself to stop hiding where ever he is.

 Overall, who can blame Nino for being so, so fed up?

 “Ladybuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug…” The pitiful Chaton was practically one with the floor now, face glued to the ground along with the triumphant Marinette sitting on his back with her arms crossed and puffing up her chest. “What did I do to deserve this…?”

 “Exist.” Bleated Marinette, paying no mind to the way her best friend was bawling with laughter in the background from the free entertainment and Nino once again, shook his head with exhaustion no thanks to the lively duo on the floor. “Next time you dare to even think about coming anywhere near me, say goodbye to your tail.”

 Unfortunately for the girl, she had her guard down and before she knew it, the crafty catboy flipped their positions and straddled her stomach whilst slamming his hands on either side of her head. The way pure irritation was plastered over his (stupidly handsome) facial features made her lose all her thoughts and her mouth went dry. 

 Perhaps…she was an eensy, weensy, bit too rough on him today.

 “My tail is replaceable. You, however, are not.” He jabbed a finger against her forehead, surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) mindful of his claws. His eyes were genuine and he wore a rare frown, kitten ears plastered to his hair. “You may be a menace. A pain in my butt. The most reckless girl I know. But I will never forgive myself if you were to ever get hurt and I wasn’t there to save you. No matter what.” Chat Noir jabbed his finger again and his ears perked up as his frown turned childishly pouty. “You can shout and bite all you want later— just save it for when there are no threats around.”

 When he leapt off her, Marinette remained speechless on the floor, the apples of her cheeks pinkening and her eyes wide. As if she couldn’t decide whether to yell and point out the hypocrisy of his words (Dieu! Didn’t he vow to watch her get slammed by an Akuma with front-row seats and everything just a minute ago!?) or to just crawl into a nearby hole and quietly sizzle from the weird, weird feelings that tugged her heartstrings because even she couldn’t deny his honesty just now.

 He didn’t give her a chance to make a decision.

 “By the way, I’m telling Madame. Cheng on you.” He scoffed like the immature brat she knew he was and annoyance reignited itself within her eyes anew. “My poor, poor ear~ if my Lady’s cleansing magic can’t heal the pain you’ve inflicted on me, then I’m sure getting your allowance halved this month shall~! With the bonus of Madame petting my head and feeding me some freshly baked, delectable chocolate croissants~!!”

 “CHAT NO-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?”

 “Bye~!” And the hero leapt away with the swing of his baton, but not before he blew a raspberry at the gawking girl and pulled a face. Oh, she so was going to find one excuse or another to toss him off the tower once she’s suited up as Ladybug! She swears it! Her weird feelings towards him be damned!

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 Nino just wants to go home.

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~(x)~

[marimbles]

I know this is super random and like a year late, but as the consummate marichat fan, what were your thoughts on Elation?

first of all, apparently there are two definitions of the word “consummate” and until now i only knew the first one. HDNSND

second, i have many thoughts about elation but they are honestly kind of mixed and jumbled!!! On one hand, WHAT AN EPISODE!!!!! it still feels like a fever dream lmao. marichat fell in love and went on a cute little date and he took her up way in the sky with his baton carrying her princess style and then they tango’d over to andre’s and wanted to get Love ice cream and then they had the CUTEST KISS EVER!!!!! nose kiss cheek kiss lip kiss combo are you kidding. Are you KIDDING me. then he was trying to be respectful and not take advantage??? 😭 and she got AKUMATIZED bc she wanted to keep kissing him so bad??? HDJDJD and then the angsty second kiss to break her free omfggggggg people died (im people). the little moment at the end too when they agree to go their separate ways but hug like good friends who are in love. Waaaaa my heart. It was all really really good. I loved it. When I first watched it I kept having to pause and pace around like a madman fhsndn

On the other hand, it was so different from my personal vision of marichat that I wasn’t totally sure how to feel! The essence Marichat to me has always been a friends-to-lovers slowburn, so “sin ship” stuff or fics where they very quickly fall into a relationship against their better judgment have never been my cup of tea. And this episode felt like sort of a tamer, canon-appropriate version of that? It came on so fast and was over just as quickly. marichat ended up being just a one-night fling, basically. which is fine because I i always figured it wouldn’t play a big role in the plot—we got wayyyy more marichat than I ever expected to get! So I’m grateful! I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth haha. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel sort of disappointed in how it all played out. because while I’ve always been rooting for reverse crush development, I never truly wanted a “love square flip” in the sense of them completely switching love interests from ladrien to marichat. That idea never felt super authentic to the characters to me. I feel like OG crush is so baked in to the love square, you know? This probably sounds rich coming from such a loud annoying marichat stan lmao but I always think of them as still being partly in love with OG crush underneath it all, even if marichat are together.

Anyway, i guess I just had a hard time processing it at all because I had a very specific vision/preference for how I wanted the love square to play out—which was basically, reverse crush develops simultaneously with OG crush and they have to figure out how to deal with being in love with two people at once, and then at the reveal they get the relief of knowing it was always the same person all along, and of course they fell for them twice. Idk to me that would be the most satisfying culmination of the love square—one of the most interesting romantic plot elements I’ve ever seen! And that’s not how the show writers decided to go. Which is OK. We got so much good love square and there will be more to come. I really have been trying to let go of what was always just my personal preference for the LS. But at the time I couldn’t help but feel it was sort of wasting a lot of potential by going in this direction. And that did kind of sour my experience watching elation. marichat was set up and discarded so quickly, as if to both satisfy the fans and also shut them up lol. like “here, you got your marichat, you animals. and now that door is permanently closed bc we just proved how it would never work.” Hahaha. And tbh maybe that was a necessity! Like the closure of that possibility.

All in all elation was an amazing episode. It just made me sort of sad at the end, watching marichat die within minutes of becoming canon. also at the time there were a bunch of marichat stans being kind of obnoxious and salting on ladrien which also dampened the mood a lot for me. So I felt weirdly sad for a while after watching it, even tho it was such an exciting ride that I’d been looking forward to. I guess I just keep thinking “yes this is what I wanted!! …except not like this tbh”

lol I’m so entitled Im sorry….we ate SO good. Elation will always be iconic. Weredad is still my all-time favorite episode though! :)

[goldensunset]

first they complained that nonnumbered kh games come out on like eleven different consoles from eleven different companies thereby making it inaccessible and difficult for the average consumer to be able to play all of them (pre fm or collections) and now that the nonumbereds are releasing on a console virtually everyone has (phones) they r still mad about it. blehgh

and like y’know. tbh that isn’t a ridiculous complaint. the series has historically been inaccessible. it’s still inaccessible to me (because i personally can’t justify the financial investment of a playstation; i’ve poured everything into my switch) but like that’s my issue not theirs lol. (i mean i am mad that they kinda like acknowledged there’s a demand for kh on the switch yet made it cloud-only which is almost disrespectful and totally not gonna happen here. but like. i can get over it). i don’t see anyone out there actually complaining about kh being a playstation series like lbr that’s totally fair

BUT they’ve updated them with the all-in-one-playstation collections now! if you have a playstation there is no excuse! it’s not that hard and not that expensive! smh!!! and yeah, even with the updated collections now you do sorta miss out on some of the stuff that was removed or changed from the original versions. the mobile games only offer theater mode now. but like… it’s ok to have to go on youtube or wiki or second-hand sources to dig up old easter eggs and trivia sometimes…

and it’s ok to not have physically played every game yourself!!! like i honestly think if you take every single game up until now into account you’d be hard pressed to find a person who’s done literally everything from the console games to the handheld games to the mobile games etc themselves. like i’m sure they exist but there aren’t a lot of them. it is perfectly fine to just watch cutscenes. and if you care about the story of this series as a whole you really need to

like… i get it. it’s a video game series. one would expect to be able to play a video game instead of essentially watching a bunch of movies. that’s fair. but if you care about kingdom hearts as a franchise, whether you’re an old nostalgic vet or a newbie, doesn’t the story matter to you??? wouldn’t you do what it takes to be immersed in this world in order to fully understand the story going forward? if it’s just the gameplay you’re after like idk man i feel like you could find a similar style of gameplay as a replacement out there but idk

point is. one would have to be completely blind at this point to not realize that the mobile games are full of lore that are relevant to sora’s own journey and especially will be going forward. nomura has made it clear he’s not forgetting about sora and he’s never gonna replace him as the protagonist and heart and soul of the series. it is simply not possible to jump between numerical titles and still comprehend this stuff. this is where the series is going. there’s this thing in fiction called plot progression where some narrative threads will be resolved and left behind while new ones will be picked up. and it’s up to the author to determine this, not the nostalgia of fans. either drop the series as a whole or get on board with where it’s going

the original khχ came out like what, 10 years ago? almost half the runtime of the franchise. it is not new anymore. this is not new information. anyone who still hasn’t bothered to pay attention to that whole storyline at this point, even given all the hard work that fans have put to make it more accessible to either casuals or specifically stubborn people like that, then like. skill issue tbh.

and people complaining it’s all way too complicated? man.., find another series. i feel like it should be self-evident that this series is not known for narrative simplicity. it’s known for making everyone insane in a good way. even back in kh1 stuff was always kind of wild. everyone’s beloved kh2 is especially where we start ramping up the insanity. i fail to see how all that’s ok but the concepts of more keyblade wielders and like a lengthy timeline aren’t. after 20+ years it should be evident that things aren’t so simple and clean.

rant over *drops mic*

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Young American - Part 2

A wee bit angsty, but it ends well!

Full series masterlist

WC: 9K+

Despite the conversation Y/N and Harry had outside of the tattoo shop, the one where he seemed remorseful for his behavior, Harry’s continued attitude towards her said otherwise. Just the very next day he went off on her because she had forgotten to refill the ink cups in the drawer at his station. It was an honest mistake, she really just forgot! But he felt that she had done it just to get under his skin and went out of his way to confront her about it. That squabble seemed to set the tone for the rest of the day, which no one was witness to because Rosa was still out sick and Y/N was still manning the front.

It didn’t stop there though, it seemed to get worse throughout the week. Rosa came back on Wednesday of that week so Y/N was put back on lots of shadowing, practice, and walk-ins. And since Harry was the one with less work to do, Auree had asked him to check on her tattoo practices. Despite her having tattooed many people, she still found it helpful to practice much more difficult things on the fake skin since most of her walk-in tattoos were very simple and tiny tattoos. Harry was a brutal critic, he would find the tiniest issue and tear her apart for it and  he seemed to find a lot of issues with her work. Like right now, she had a migraine coming on, so the last thing on her mind was the fucking practice piece that Harry was looking over. She was just trying to tough it out today and not puke as she often did when she got migraines. It was hard to focus on a thing other than the throbbing worsening on one side of her head.

“Jesus…” Harry mumbled as he looked over one of the mats she had been working on for a couple of hours, “If it were up to me you wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the clients. Look at this… that line is way too thick. And her arm here is way out of proportion.” He pointed out on the American style pin-up girl she had worked on.

“Yes, shit. I can see that now.” She responded, despite the queasiness she felt.

“How is it possible that you’ve been here for 4 months and you’re getting worse?” He asked her and she sighed, “And look at this!” He pointed out yet another thing that wasn’t wrong but that he stylistically didn’t agree with, but he reamed her on it nonetheless.

“Fuck. Yeah, I know this is not my best work but-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, Y/N. Clients sure as shit aren’t going to want to hear excuses when you’ve botched their fucking tattoo!” He berated her, “If you’re not going to take this seriously maybe your mind was on the right track last week and you should quit.” He said with frustration as he dropped the square of silicone skin on the counter before her and she felt her chest tighten. 

It was truly demoralizing to hear an artist she had looked up to say that to her. Not just that, her head hurt so bad and she felt like she was going to be sick at any second.

“I am serious about it, but-”

“I just said there are no valid excuses for giving a shitty tattoo. You don’t get do-overs on clients, Y/N. Either you can do it or you can’t. I’m sure as shit not going to waste my time inspecting your work when you clearly can’t deliver.” He said lowly and walked away.

After that interaction the rest of her day inched by so slowly. It was depressing how slow it went. She caught Auree on her way out and told her she had a big migraine and would let her know if she’d be able to come in the next day. Auree was going on an little vacation and Y/N didn’t want to disrupt her time away, so she just told her now and Auree was more than OK with her being off if needed and with that she took off and Y/N finished up her tasks before also heading home for the night.

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Y/N’s migraine didn’t go away. She discovered this at 6am when her alarm was blaring beneath her pillows. She groaned and switched her phone to silence in irritation at it’s harsh interruption. A low and pained groan fluttered out of her mouth as she felt the throbbing intensify from the loud sound. She shook her head a little and squinted at the screen glaring at her in its full brightness but whatever movement she had just made suddenly made her extremely nauseous and she barely made it to the toilet before she started heaving up whatever contents her stomach could get rid of.

“Fuck.” She mumbled with tears in her eyes as the throbbing sensation on one side of her head just pounded torturously after the force of vomiting. She sat slumped against the bathroom wall for a few minutes before brushing her teeth and then carefully getting back into bed and texting Auree that she was still sick and after that she just fell back asleep.

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As was his routine, Harry showed up at the shop at about 8:30 in the morning. He was expecting to see Y/N fluttering around, headphones in as she accustomed after he’d chewed her out about something the day prior. They found it easier to just block each other out when the frustration had carried over into the next day. He realized that he did it a lot more than her, she’d only done it twice before. The first time she did it was a week prior, after she shared that she was thinking of quitting the apprenticeship. The second time was on Monday when he had gone off on her the day before for forgetting to put ink cups into his supply drawer. And maybe tomorrow would be another one of those days for her because it didn’t look like anything was prepped yet and he was annoyed as he wanted to work at his station. 

Harry walked around to see where she was, he could’ve sworn he saw her car outside, but when he went back out to check the parking lot behind the shop it was just his car. He went back inside and decided not to think about it too much. Maybe Auree had her run some errands since she was on vacation until next Tuesday. With that, he just went to prepping the stations, he had nothing better to do anyway and maybe she could learn a thing or two from his prep work.

It was now 9am and Harry was starting to get a little worried for some reason he didn’t want to explore at the moment, but this wasn’t normal for Y/N. He was about to text Rosa when she came in greeting him with a smile.

“Hey, H!” She said cheerfully.

“Ummm, Y/N’s not here yet. Do you know where she might be?” He asked her and she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Oh, that’s strange.” Rosa said and pulled her phone out of her pocket and she hummed, “She hasn’t texted me anything about not coming in.” She said and then went to her contact and called her and the phone rang out until she got her voicemail, “Ummm, it went to voicemail. Let me try Auree, maybe she knows something.” She said and called Auree and her phone went straight to voicemail, “Well, Auree’s probably still on the plane. We can ask G when he comes in?” Rosa suggested he nodded and they went back to doin their thing. Ten minutes later Rosa came back with a frown, “I’ve tried a few times and still no answer.” She said showing Harry five more calls, “I’m getting a little worried.” She admitted to him.

“Morning, losers.” Vy teased as she stepped into the studio and Harry who normally just teased her back, frowned. “What’re you guys all huddled up about?” She asked as she set her things down on her counter.

“Have you heard anything from Y/N? Like where she might be?” Harry asked her immediately.

“Mmmm, no. Last I saw her was last night before I left, she went to Auree’s office to talk to her before she left though. Y/N wasn’t looking too good.” She said and Harry frowned as he heard this and suddenly his words telling her that maybe she should just quit were echoing in his head.

“A-are you sure?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah, maybe we just need to wait for Auree to get back to us. Y/N’s phone keeps ringing out to the voicemail and she hasn’t come in.” Rosa explained to Vy and she frowned.

“That’s really weird…maybe she had an emergency or something happened-”

“Nothing happened to her, you idiot.” Harry interrupted with an edge to his tone and Vy scoffed.

“Screw you, Harry. Why do you even care, huh? I’ve seen and heard the way you’ve been towards her these last few days.” Vy snapped and Rosa frowned.

“What do you mean?” She asked Vy.

“Harry’s been a total dick to Y/N since Auree put him in charge of her training. He made her cry on Tuesday.” Vy said and Harry sighed.

“No I didn’t.” He said to Vy, “I didn’t make her cry.” He then turned to Rosa who was frowning.

“You did, Harry! I saw her crying in the lounge after you had said something to her. I asked her if you had said something to her and she shook her head and I pressed her on it and she just told me to leave it alone. I then asked her if she wanted me to go and get Auree and she said no and promised me she would deal with it. Whatever that meant.” Vy confronted Harry.

“Jesus, Harry.” Rosa grumbled and Harry frowned, “Well, we shouldn’t be pointing fingers if we don’t know what’s actually happening. Let’s just wait until G gets here.” Rosa said.

“Speaking of the devil…” Vy said as G came into the studio area of the shop.

“What’s going on?” G asked with a smile and Harry frowned, this was going to get bad and they would surely tell Eddie that he was out of line and get him fired.

“Y/N hasn’t shown up yet and we can’t reach her at all.” Rosa explained and his smile dropped, “Do you have any idea of where she might be?” 

“Ummm, no. She wasn’t doing too well yesterday towards the end of the day though.” He said and Vy glared at Harry, “Maybe she’s out sick.” He said.

“She never said anything to me and Auree didn’t mention anything either before leaving. Can you try her?” Rosa said and he nodded and tried calling and it also rang out until it went to voicemail.

“Yeah, she’s not answering.” He said which validated everyone’s concern now, “I’ll try again later, OK?” He said to everyone and they all nodded and dispersed. 

The air was a bit tense through out the day and it was a little after 1pm when G went into the lounge for his lunch and Harry followed after him.

“Hey, man.” He said and G turned towards him.

“Hey, what’s up?” G said as he pulled his salad out of the fridge.

“Ummm, are you sure Y/N didn’t say anything to you about why she’s not here?” He asked again.

“Why do you care?” He asked Harry who sighed. All day he had this weird throbbing feeling in his throat and chest. What if he had pushed her too far? What if something had happened to her and he never got the chance to make it right? That put an even worse feeling in his chest.

“I can’t care about her not being here? I’ll have to pick her slack up all day.” Harry responded in such a bratty way despite the lump that seemed to be permanently lodged in his throat and G just shook his head.

“Maybe she took your advise from yesterday and decided to quit.” G quipped and Harry frowned.

“G-”

“Is that why you’re so worried about it?” He asked and Harry bit his lip.

“If you know where she’s at and you’re being a prick on purpose-”

“I haven’t heard from her either, asshole. She’s my friend and I’m worried about her too.” G said and Harry sighed and just walked over to the front where Rosa was looking through the appointments for the day.

“Hey, H.” She said softly.

“Haven’t heard from her?”

“No. Or Auree.”

“Jesus… I may have made her cry, but she just really pissed me off that day and-”

“Harry, there’s never a valid reason for making someone else feel that upset. She’s not as experienced as all of you. She’s just an apprentice, she’s been here a while but she’s still learning, OK? And she’s really good for the little experience she has. You need to cut her some slack.” Rosa said and Harry nodded.

“Can I use your keys, need to grab something from the supply room.”

“Yeah, here.” Rosa said and Harry thanked her before actually heading back and into Auree’s office. He looked through some of the drawers she had and he found the emergency contact papers and he snapped a quick picture of Y/N’s before heading out and returning the keys to Rosa. He then snuck out of the back door and looked at the picture and then dialed the number.

“C’mon, Y/N…pick up.” He whispered as the line rang and rang and then there was silence for a moment, “Hello?” Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice-, “Shit.” He mumbled and hung up. He then looked back at the picture to see if he had put in the correct number and he had. He then saw her emergency contact below. He bit his lip and decided he would just call it. It rang a few times before it stopped, “Hello?” He spoke tentatively.’

“Who is this?”

“Hi, my name is Harry. Is this Juliana?” He asked.

“Yes and Harry? I don’t know a Harry.” She said with a questioning tone.

“Oh right, sorry. I’m from English Graffiti, the tattoo shop Y/N’s the apprentice for?” 

“Oh! Is there something I can help you with?” She asked him.

“I don’t meant to alarm you at all but have you heard from her today? We’ve been trying to get a hold of her all bloody day and we’re really worried about her.” He explained. Now that he was alone the anxiety in his voice came clean through.

“Ummm, there must be some confusion, she’s home sick. Since yesterday she had a migraine.  The poor thing gets these every now and again, but they’re really awful and can last for days. She’s been sleeping nearly all day.” She explained, “Maybe that’s why she hasn’t been picking up.” Upon hearing that Harry felt a sense of relief completely wash over.

“Oh, thank god.” He sighed and the woman chuckled, “Our manager left for vacation yesterday and she probably forgot to tell us that she wouldn’t be coming in.” He explained, “Just wanted to check with you because we’ve all been thinking something was wrong all day.” He said.

“No, apart from the killer headaches she’s good. If she wakes up I’ll have her call you or text you?” 

“Oh no, that’s fine. I’ll just let everyone else know that she’s alright. Thank you.” He assured.

“Alright, hon. Thanks for checking in.”

“Yeah, hope she feels better soon. Just let her know if she needs another day or something she can text Rosa. She’s the assistant manager.” 

“Alright, buh-bye.”

“Bye.” Harry said and hung up. 

At least she was alive and hadn’t quit to his knowledge… she had given him quite a scare with that. He really needed to sit with the feelings he’d had all day, pure anxiety, guilt, and concern. Plus, now two of his colleagues had first hand-witnessed how his actions had impacted Y/N. He didn’t want them to think he was an asshole. Well maybe, it was a little late for that but he could still make it right. Harry took a little breather for a few minutes, he was deciding on whether he should text her and see how she was feeling; but after giving it some thought he decided that it would be best to talk with her in person when she returned.  He made it back inside just as Rosa was telling everyone that Y/N had texted her and informed her she was out sick and that she had talked to Auree about it before she left. Auree also got back to Rosa eventually, her phone had died and she had left her charger in her stowed away luggage and hadn’t been able to use it until she had arrived at her destination.

The day was closing out and Vy had just finished her final appointment. She saw that Harry had started to clean up, as Y/N usually would if she were around. So after saying her goodbye to her client she went over to Harry.

“Hey, sorry for throwing you under the bus like that earlier.” She apologized and he slightly turned to her as he moved to the next empty station and sprayed down the surface with disinfectant.

“It’s alright. I kind of deserved it, I was a complete prick to Y/N.” 

“Why though?” Vy asked and he sighed as moved to the next station.

“I don’t know…” he fibbed and she rolled her eyes.

“You like her or something?” She asked with an unimpressed expression on her face.

“No. I mean, she is kinda hot, but it’s nothing like that.” He stated and she looked at him skeptically.

“I just don’t get it, H. You were literally in the same boat as her for the longest time. Out of all of us you should understand how the apprenticeship thing can go. If anyone should be in her corner here it’s you.” Vy said.

“I know that. I’ve just been having a tough time settling in and getting things going for myself. I think it’s just easier to take it out on her since she doesn’t know stuff and whatnot.” He said to her and she sighed upon hearing this.

“It’s gonna get better. You’re a great artist, Harry.” Vy assured him and he smiled. “Now, I have another question for you.” She said.

“Alright, shoot.”

“Why didn’t you wipe the disinfectant?” She questioned and he chuckled.

“I actually learned that from Y/N. Apparently on the backs of the bottles it says it has to like marinate on surfaces for a little bit to really disinfect, so yeah. That’s why it’s just sitting here.” He said and she hummed.

“Interesting. Are you gonna apologize to Y/N?”

“Yeah. When she’s back though. Unsurprisingly she’s not too happy with me.” He reminded and she nodded.

“Of course. Well, just make it right, OK?” Vy asked and Harry nodded in assurance.

“I will.” He confirmed.

*************

Y/N was feeling a bit better in the evening, so when G spontaneously dropped by to check in she told her aunt to let him in. 

“Come in!” She called out when she heard a few knocks on her door and in came G with a smile.

“Hey, how you feeling?”

“It’s manageable right now.” She said.

“Good. We missed you at work today.” He said and then her eyes opened wide.

“I just recalled, Harry called my aunt!” She disclosed and G’s eyes widened.

“He what?” G asked in disbelief and she nodded.

“Yeah, she told me that a guy with a British accent called because he was worried about where I might be.” She smiled with satisfaction. Maybe he had a heart after all…she thought to herself.

“Well, yeah that’s accurate. He was freaking out almost all morning about it. I think he thought that he had definitely made you quit after yesterday.” G cackled and she giggled, “He was freaking out! I have never seen him so concerned!”

“Serves him right…” Y/N mumbled and G nodded with a grin.

“I mean, he must be a nice guy if Eddie has been friends with him this whole time.” G speculated.

“I guess…I mean, he was nice to me once and then shit on it two seconds later. I just don’t get his logic for treating me like shit. Do you think if I just don’t interact with him it would be unprofessional? Like of course, I’ll talk with him if it’s work related, but I’d avoid him at all other costs.” She said and G shook his head.

“No, I don’t think you’d be wrong for that.” He said and she nodded. 

After a bit more chatting he informed her that he had actually brought her some pho and they could eat together if she was up for it and after their meal he was leaving and Y/N was heading back to her room after bidding her aunt a good night. As she laid there staring at her ceiling she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of satisfaction knowing that Harry felt bad, even guilty perhaps, because of what he had said to her. But to the point that he called her aunt somehow? It was too good and so insane! And if she could, she would totally tease him about it until the day he died. But also, it kind of made her angry that he was so arrogant and self-important that he thought his words could break her down so much that she would actually quit. 

Yes, she had given it serious thought, but because as she had told him before, she deserved more than someone who was half-assed helping her. She knew she was good, Eddie didn’t just choose her for nothing, his Y/Nidation gave her confidence in her abilities and a lot of what she learned came directly from him. So if Harry had an issue with how she did things that meant he had an issue with Eddie, and there was no way that was the case. 

Harry was a total mind fuck to her. The part of her that loved mysteries and puzzles was awakened around him. She wanted to figure him out, wanted to see what his soft spot was and hopefully get him to ease up on her. But then on the other hand, she knew that engaging with him was probably not going to have the desired outcome and once again, with some snarky remark he would just enrage and disappoint her. So what was the point of even trying to be nice and win him over? Maybe she could just continue to do it for her own good karma then.

…. A COUPLE DAYS LATER ….

It was odd for someone to be at the shop before Y/N, but lo and behold, Harry was in before her. She knew it was him because he either drove a motorcycle or his classic, yellow Ferrari;  today it was the motorcycle. She took three deep breaths as she approached the back door to get inside. She wondered for a few seconds if she was on the devil’s fun list because after having a three day migraine, the last thing she needed was to be greeted first thing in the morning by one, Harry Styles. She rolled her shoulders back and exhaled away the negative thoughts before opening up the door and heading to the lounge/lockers area. As she turned into the room she was met with Harry pouring a mug of coffee.

“Morning.” She mumbled and he looked up.

“Good morning.” He responded with a small smile, “This is actually for you.” He said and her eye brows lifted in slight surprise.

“Ummm-”

“I read somewhere that caffeine can help migraines - well just headaches in general and I ummm, yeah…” He stopped awkwardly and abruptly, “Just in case you’re still dealing with a little pain.” He said and she nodded.

“OK, you can just leave it there. I’ll grab it once I’ve settled in.” She said and he nodded.

“Right of course.”

“Yeah, thanks.” She said awkwardly and he offered one last half-smile before he set the mug down and hurried out. 

“What the fuck?” She mumbled to herself as she put her things in her locker and then put her food container in the fridge. 

She looked down into the steaming mug with the gorgeously aromatic brew and wondered if he had poisoned it. But then she thought that even if he had and she passed on, at least she wouldn’t have to see him ever again. With that little grain of hope and acceptance she took a sip and then headed out to start setting up. Harry was cooperative when she got to his station and didn’t make any remarks to her about anything. She recalled G mentioning he was in a right state the first day she had not shown up, so maybe he was feeling like he needed to compensate for his guilt and se’d let him. 

She finished setting up and then went back for her coffee before she settled herself over at one of the drawing stations. She had been looking though what she had left the last time, it was the classic American style stuff. She struggled a lot with the animals from certain angles, her proportions would be a little bit off. Her last drawing had been of a heart-spotted leopard and the lines were not clean at all on that one, she knew her work on the pin-ups weren’t great, but she was seeing the same thing here. She wanted to try the pin-ups again and then show them to Harry - she was confident that she could do a much better job without her head feeling like it would explode at any given moment. So she got started and after about 15 minutes she saw a slight obstruction to the overhead light and knew Harry was likely looking down at her work.

“That’s much better than last time.” He said and she hummed in agreement, “Probably wasn’t coming out because you weren’t feeling well.” He said.

“Yeah, that’s what I was attempting to tell you and then you said that clients wouldn’t be interested in hearing any excuses when they got a shitty tattoo. Which is the truth so…” she trailed off and continued and he sighed.

“Can you take a break for a second?” He asked and she put her things down and spun around in the stool to face him, waiting for him to continue expectantly. “Y/N, I…” he paused and swallowed thickly, “I’m really sorry for how I’ve been treating you. You’re right, I’ve been an absolute asshole. Literally, the prince of all pricks and you have done absolutely nothing wrong to deserve that kind of treatment from me.” He said and she stayed with a cold and guarded exterior, she was waiting for the catch.

“I think I was just…jealous of you. Eddie talked to me about you from the day he found you at that tattoo con. When he got a copy of your portfolio he video called me to look over your work with him, he distinctly said that you would probably be as good as and even better than some of us within a few years. Then to hear him say that your first tattoos were top notch it made me feel…subpar. It made me wonder if maybe he was thinking about me when he told me that you’d be better than some of us. And then you started tattooing and people started asking for you to tattoo them for walk-ins instead of me and I…” he huffed, “I guess it confirmed what I was so scared of.” He said and she felt her heart ache a bit for him.

“Coming out here and being away from my family and everything I’ve ever known has been… really hard, to say the least. And I’m not saying that as an excuse, I’m just letting you know.” He explained and she just watched and listened attentively, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been a dick because I’m jealous and feeling a little insecure right now. I’m sorry for everything. For not being a great mentor and for tearing you down and for undermining your talent. I mean, I started when I was 17 and I didn’t start to get really well known until I was about 23… and you’re how old now?”

“24.”

“24, Jesus… And you’ve only been tattooing for like a month and you really are better than most artists I know when they started out!”

“That’s not even true.” She sighed with a small smile and a shake of her head.

“It is!” He confirmed, “I was…or I think I still am intimidated by you, Y/N.” He admitted. “And again it’s not an excuse to be a dick, but it’s the reason I was being a dick and it wasn’t cool. So again, I’m sorry and I won’t do anything like that again.” He apologized. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me a few weeks ago, in the parking lot?” He asked her and she nodded, “I know that you’ve been working hard at this for years and you’re right, you don’t deserve to be treated this way and I don’t want to be the reason that you leave. I know anyone would be lucky to take you on, but ummm, you should stay here with all of us. I truly believe that this is the best place for you.” He finished and inhaled deeply and he seemed visibly relaxed now that he had gotten that all off of his chest. 

To be quite honest, he had been mentally rehearsing talking points he wanted to make to her and he didn’t end up using any of them, he just let the words flow as he felt and she seemed to have taken them well from the expression on her face. Now he was waiting on her and that was just as scary as having to say he was sorry.

“OK.” She responded after a beat of silence, “Thank you for that.”

“Cool, so we can just pretend like none of this ever happened and start from zero. I’d like to take a shot at being friends or maybe we start with me being your mentor like you had originally hoped?” He asked with a small, but hopeful smile and she sighed.

“Ummm…look Harry, I do forgive you for everything that happened before. And I really do sympathize with what you’ve got going on that has contributed to all of this, but I have my reservations about things moving forward. The past is the past and I believe that things will be better from here on out but that doesn’t change my experience with you.” She explained as gently as she could and he frowned a bit, “You were really mean, Harry.” She said, “And I don’t mean to shit all over your effort, I really appreciate it but I don’t want to be friends with you. And apart from you looking over my practice pieces or whatever else Auree wants you to work on with me, I don’t think we need to interact.” She said and he felt completely disappointed in her response. There was a giant knot forming in his throat and he had no idea why it was hitting him so hard, “I swear, I have nothing against you and again, thank you for making things right, but I’m not interested in anything more than getting along at work.” She emphasized and waited for him to respond.

“But…” he started and then trailed off and she felt so bad as she saw the look in his eyes. But she didn’t trust him in the slightest. His eyes met her own again and he could see that her walls were still high and so instead of trying to defy her decision he just shut up and nodded, “OK, I understand and I respect your decision.” He said and that quite literally shocked her.

“Thank you.” She said quietly and he nibbled on his lip for a moment before just turning around and heading back to his station and putting on his headphones. 

Harry still felt like shit. He had been so awful to her that she wanted nothing to do with him! And while her reaction and rejection were justified, it genuinely hurt his feelings. Eddie was right in saying that she was like him, they were both talented and fast learners, but they were both also headstrong and guarded. As he sat there wallowing in the feeling of utter defeat and rejection at least he knew that she wasn’t mad at him.

***********

In the weeks that followed Y/N stayed true to what she had said, she was nice and professional towards him, definitely not as smiley as she was with those she had established a stronger friendship with, but she was nice. He did find that he still gravitated towards her when he was frustrated though. Before it was to take his frustrations out on her, but now that they were on good terms, he realized that he went towards her because unlike everyone else, she would just stay quiet and let him rant about things, even if they had nothing to do with her. And when he was done she would just ask him in the calmest tone if there was anything she could do to help, as if he hadn’t been fuming angry seconds before. She was solution and action driven in moments when he was just frozen with anger and frustration. He did tend to have a very tunneled vision when he was upset and he liked that she would help him work past that. When he didn’t have a stick up his ass about her he really saw all of her wonderful qualities and he found himself feeling jealous again, but not of her, but of those that were privy to the extra sweetness she brought to their lives.

He wondered if she would ever change her mind about him? If she would be willing to give him another chance so that she could see that he wasn’t forcibly playing nice with her, he was a really nice guy! Genuinely! But like everything and everyone, there are not so pleasant things about him too and he’s human and he makes mistakes, this one was a big one. In all his hurt he was carrying and his arrogance due to his wounded pride he really fucked up the possibility of a great relationship and that just weighed heavily on him. 

It made him sad because this was precisely why he left England. He had tarnished his relationship with his family and friends, he was ashamed of the hurt he caused and he was alone. He needed a fresh start, a new perspective, a chance to make new friends and once again, heh ad pushed mostly everyone away. He gave it a lot of thought over the past few weeks after she just set the boundary with him to only interacting when needed; she was still o kind to him, it made made him want to prove himself. All he knew was that he didn’t want to miss out on good people, he needed to stop pushing them away and open himself up to the possibility of finding happiness again. He had to fix this somehow. Someway he was going to fix it.

…. A FEW WEEKS LATER ….

The day had been rather slow; G’s appointment had an emergency and needed to reschedule, Vy was in between big pieces, and Harry well, he was still in the stages of building up his clientele, he’d had a few tattoos and plenty of consultations, five in the last few weeks, but it seemed that no one had really bitten yet to get a really big piece and well, Y/N and Rosa had just been hanging out at the front. Auree had been out and doing promo for the shop, she had friends in TV and radio and was really trying to bring more business in. So now, they were about two hours from closing and all twiddling their thumbs after doing some cleaning.

“Y/N,” Vy said, coming out to the front.

“Yeah?” She asked?

“I have a job for you if you want to come on back?”

“Ummm OK. Talk to you later.” She smiled to Rosa before following Vy back to her station, “OK, what can I help with?” She asked with a smile.

“I need you to touch up some of my tattoos.” She said with a smile and Y/N’s eyebrows shot up and upon hearing that both G and Harry glanced over to them.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, girl! C’mon. Even have the color ready for the flowers.” Vy said as she sat in her chair and Y/N headed over to put on some gloves. Harry and G wandered over and she started feeling a little bit more nervous. Vy’s tattoos were very intricate and symmetrical, if she screwed something up it would be very noticeable. As she sat down beside her with the machine in hand she started feeling a bit more nervous. 

“So what am I doing again?”

“Just touch up the red for me on my arm and then we can talk about the touch ups on my back.” Vy said and Y/N pressed the pedal on the machine, making it buzz to life. She could feel Harry’s gaze intent on her and she looked up at him and was more than appeased when she saw that he was smiling at her.

“It’s just coloring it in, you got this.” He said and everyone seemed a bit shocked to hear that come out of his mouth, but they didn’t say anything and she just nodded and went for it. It only took about 20 minutes to fill in all of her flowers. And then Vy asked her to touch up some little things on her back and was showing her on a mirror what she wanted cleaned up.

“I have to go to the bathroom don’t start without me!” G said and they all chuckled as he rushed away. Harry switched out her ink as Vy settled on the chair, Y/N was looking over the areas she had said she wanted the lines touched up.

“Before you start what do you need to make sure you do?” Harry asked her and she bit her lip, “Look at all of those intricate shapes and lines you need to replicate.” He hinted and then her eyebrows raised as she turned to Harry.

“I need to make sure the skin is taut enough to get the exact shape?” She asked and he smiled and nodded.

“Exactly, good job.” He smiled and Vy smiled as Harry encouraged Y/N, “Don’t forget that you can tell her how she should position herself so that it’s comfortable for you to tattoo her.” He reminded and she nodded. 

She eventually just asked Vy to lay on her her stomach because it was easier for her to work horizontally to start and so she did and when G came back she started the touching up. Both he and Harry were encouraging her along the way and Vy, being a heavily tattooed person, was taking it like a champ, which was less nerve-racking for her. When she finished up and showed Vy she was very pleased with her touch-ups. 

“I’m next in line.” G said as Y/N cleaned up and she giggled. A little bit after, they all got ready to close up for the day.

“Hey guys, so next Saturday my husband and I are throwing a little halloween party at our house. We do it every year. I’ll text you all the details and if you’re up to it feel free to come, I’d love to see you all there.” Vy announced and everyone nodded in excitement and thanked her for the invite and finished up for the day. G was waiting on Y/N to have some dinner, but he was chatting with Rosa up front while he waited.

“You did really well with Vy.” Harry said as he finished packing up his things. He seemed to be leaving extra early today, he usually walked out a few minutes before her or at the same time.

“Thank you. And thank you for talking me through some of the things, it was really helpful.” She said with a smile and he nodded.

“Good. Well, have a good one, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said and she nodded and waved goodbye as he headed out of the back. She finished sweeping and soon Rosa and G were coming back to the studio.

“Ready?” He asked and Y/N nodded, “Rosa’s gonna join us.”

“OK perfect! The more the merrier!” Y/N smiled and they soon grabbed all of their things and headed out for some sushi. 

**************

They hadn’t been sitting at the table for more than two minutes when G spoke up and offered up a topic of conversation with his commentary.

“So Harry’s been really nice to you.” He said and Y/N glanced up from the menu. 

By now, it was no secret that things had been rough with them at the start. It’s not that they had aired their dirty laundry to everyone, but there was definitely less tension and a noticeably better vibe than before.

“Yeah, we talked it out a few weeks ago.” She said before glancing down at her end again.

“And you didn’t say anything?” He asked in shock and she sighed.

“He just…got a little bit personal and I didn’t think he would appreciate me going off to talk about it with anyone. But it’s settled.” She assured him and Rosa who smiled.

“Well that’s really good! He seems to be in a better mood too, so I’m sure being on good terms with you has helped with that.” Rosa added.

“I think so too.” Y/N smiled.

“You should’ve heard him when she was tattooing Vy! Just coaching her through some things. It was sweet.” G said and Y/N rolled her eyes as Rosa cooed.

“I would certainly hope he coaches me through stuff, he’s the one in charge of my training.” She reminded and G huffed as Y/N took a sip of her water.

“Vy told me that he said you were hot.” Rosa said with a grin and Y/N choked on her water. Her eyes teared up and she coughed until the discomfort had cleared only to see G and Rosa laughing at her.

“You guys are dicks.” She said and took a slow sip before clearing her throat.

“What if he has a little crush on you?” Rosa added with an endeared pout.

“Oh, he certainly doesn’t.” Y/N assured the two.

“He is hot though!” Rosa said, “I mean, anyone with a functioning brain can see that he’s attractive.” She said looking to G and then shifting her attention back to Y/N.

“I mean, he’s not really my type, but yeah, he’s hot.” G accepted and then they both looked to her expectantly.

“What?” She asked and Rosa rolled her eyes, “He’s not my type either, but I guess he’s cute.” She shrugged before looking back down to her menu and then Rosa started talking about the amount of walk-ins that would try to leave him their number or get his email. Y/N had experienced that once so she was able to corroborate that story.

Y/N had been lying through her teeth because in reality Harry was exactly her type. Tall, slender, heavily tattooed, curly haired, talented, pretty and dimply-smiled, mysterious… that’s also why it was so disappointing to her that he had been such a dick to her from the get go. She had thought all of him was alluring at the start, not just his art. But his awful personality had really put her off of him. Y/N was one of those people that had a hard time looking past hurtful things. 

When you’ve been mistreated and hurt so many times it’s kind of hard to trust and give people second chances after they’ve wronged you. She wasn’t one to hold a grudge and stay upset forever, but were they not working in the same place she would have probably told him to go play on the highway and leave her alone, she didn’t need that energy in her life. But the fact that they would be around each other professionally for who knows how long pushed her to give him a second chance, it was certainly on her terms, but he at least was appreciative of that and wasn’t taking it for granted. She recalls him saying something about respecting her decision and it made her smile when she thought about him keeping his word. He had been incredibly respectful of her boundary and had not even gone near the fence to test if he could get away with more. She certainly had her reservations about him but he had been a fucking dream lately. If only he had been that way from the start…

When she tuned back into the conversation G and Rose were debating about what sushi rolls to get before asking her what she was thinking of getting, to which she replied “anything with spicy tuna” and they chuckled. Minutes they later they placed their orders and now that they were just waiting for the food to come Rosa spoke up and asked them the question that had actually been on her mind as well.

“So are you guys gonna go to Vy’s party?”

“I can’t, it’s my grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary that same day and we’re having this huge party for it.” G said, “Otherwise I would definitely go.” He explained with a small frown.

“Are you going?” Y/N asked Rosa.

“I think so? I want to go, but as long as I know someone there. Are you?” She asked Y/N.

“I’d like to.” She shrugged, “We’ll see though.” She responded.

“I’m gonna ask her if I can bring a friend in case you don’t go. I don’t have any plans this year, so might as well! We can do some team bonding.” She said with a grin and they all nodded along. 

Usually, Y/N went to visit her parents since all of her nieces and nephews from her brother and cousins went to their neighborhood for trick or treating. It was cool to catch up with everyone then, but her parents weren’t too happy with her at the moment. It all started when they found out she was just doing some freelance design consulting and living off of her Etsy shop so that she could be a tattoo apprentice. Tensions were high and if she really gave it some thought it was upsetting for her because she’d always been one of those model children, but after moving in with her aunt to come to school in LA they felt that she had steered her down the wrong path. 

She tuned back in when the waitress swung by and announced she would soon bring out all of their plates and then Y/N informed them that she would go to the bathroom before they got started. So she excused herself and hurried into the restaurant from the lovely outdoor seating area they were in.

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For the first time in a long time Harry was goin on a date. Admittedly, he had been a little depressed and lonely since moving out to Los Angeles. Sure, he was cool with mostly everyone at the shop, but he wasn’t necessarily friends with them like G was with Y/N and Rosa where they could just hang out after work. He was a little on the shy side and after his whole issue with Y/N he felt that it was a little bit harder to befriend his coworkers. So he went for the next best option - he got on a dating app. He had put down that he was looking to make friends, but if he were to get a hook up out of it, that wouldn’t be too bad. 

The plan for tonight was nothing too formal, the girl he was meeting up with said she really liked this sushi place and he was a little early so he messaged her that he had grabbed a table for them. Around the ten minute mark after their set meeting time she messaged him that she was going to be a little late, which he said was fine. But now he had been waiting nearly thirty minutes and was starting to feel like an idiot. He checked his phone to see any messages from her and there was nothing so he tried sending her a message to see where she was and after a bit he got no response and he started to come to the conclusion that he had been stood up. Once again, it seemed that rejection was his new best friend. He was trying not to let it get him down, but it was really hard not to.

“Harry?” Hearing his name distracted him from his phone and glanced up to see Y/N. Of all people in this city she was stopped beside him? He was definitely paying back his karmic dues.

“Oh, hi.” He said, forcing a smile because the last thing he wanted was to get caught in this situation.

“Are you eating alone?” She asked him and glanced at the table that seemed to be set for two. There were two placemats and water cups and an unused straw across from him. His water was half drunk and the other one untouched and it seemed to have been that way for a while because the paper placemat it was set on was pretty worn down from the condensation of the glass dripping down onto it.

“No, I’m waiting for someone.” He said as he glanced down at his phone in his lap and she saw his foot tapping nervously, “She seems to be running late.” He explained with a smile, but the look in his eyes exuded sadness and disappointment.

“Oh.” She responded and she very quickly put two and two together and she felt bad for him. It seemed that they universe was at war with him and it was hard for her to see it.

“Yeah. Have you eaten here before?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yes, it’s really good.” She smiled.

“Any recommendations?” He asked her.

“Ummm, what kind of fish do you like?” She asked and he shared what he preferred and she pointed out a few of the rolls to him on the menu and just as she was pulling back his stomach grumbled loudly and she laughed softly as did he.

“Sorry, I had a really light lunch because I tend to overeat at sushi, but I’m pretty hungry now.” He excused.

“It’s cool. Well I’m gonna go to the bathroom, but ummm, I hope it goes well.” She said and he nodded and she hurried away. 

In the time that Y/N had gone to wash her hands Harry had checked his app to see if this girl had responded to anything and then saw that she wasn’t even on his matched list anymore. She had unmatched and stood him up. He really felt the urge to cry, he was just feeling fragile and he wanted to avoid her coming by and having to witness him scurrying off in defeat. He was just quickly sliding out of the booth when he backed into someone and much to his dismay he turned around to see her there again.

“Fuck, so sorry.” He apologized sheepishly.

“It’s alright.” She assured him with a small smile.

“Change of plans.” He explained without any prompting from her, “A shame, I was really looking forward to trying that roll you showed me.” He tried to play off his embarrassment.

“Well, i-if you’re up for it you can join us? G and Rosa are here as well.” Y/N said, extending an invitation to him and he smiled and shook his head before looking to the ground with some bashfulness. She was so nice he couldn’t even look at her.

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude on your plans.” He declined, looking back to her and she shook her head.

“You’re not! We literally agreed on this over lunch at the shop, it’s nothing spectacular.” She assured him and his eyes met hers and she could almost see a silent gratitude in them as they flickered back and forth between her eyes.

“Y-you’re sure?” He asked and she nodded with a smile.

“Of course.” She assured and he bit his lip.

“G doesn’t like me very much. What if I-”

“G’s fine.” She interrupted and he nodded, “C’mon, we’re in the patio area.” She said and he followed her out. He got a bit nervous when he saw G and Rosa laughing at the table, he was nervous of what Y/N would say to explain him crashing their dinner, “Look who I found as he was about to order some take out!” Y/N announced and both Rosa and G turned to them and smiled upon seeing Harry trailing behind her.

“Harry! Come have a seat!” Rosa said patting at the empty spot next to hers and Y/N then sat across from Harry, next to G.

“Our food should be out soon, but you can grab whatever you want, we’re all sharing.” G informed him.

“Oh, thank you.”

“I actually ordered that roll I told you about in there. You can try it and see if you like it.” Y/N offered.

“Oh sure, thanks.” He responded quietly and then she felt G tap her foot with his and she scoffed quietly. 

Harry was glad that nobody made things weird when he joined. He was just used to expecting the worst at this point, but he needed to use this as an example of things not always being as glum as he anticipated them to be. He was in a new place, with new people, maybe his old friends had given up on him, but the people around him weren’t them. If anything, these people were like his family, who no matter how hard he pushed them away or hurt them, they seemed to treat him with kindness and hold him in some sort of good regard. So instead of dwelling on his insecurities he tuned out of that part of his brain and focused on the conversation at the table. Rosa had started talking about her pet cat and how she wanted G to do a portrait of her on her shoulder. Once she showed G a photo of her hairless cat he declined doing it because it looked “too much like a ballsack” to which they all burst into laughter as Rosa pouted and threw a piece of ginger at G.

“You’re a dick!” She insulted through her chuckles, “Harry, would you be a peach and do a portrait of my cat on me?” She asked as she turned to him and he chuckled and shrugged.

“I mean, yeah, if you really wanted it, then yes.” He chuckled and she then stuck her tongue out playfully at G who just rolled his eyes.

“What’s the worst tattoo you have ever had to give someone?” G then asked Harry.

“Well, it’ll soon be Rosa’s cat…” everyone burst out laughing at his joke and Rosa playfully smacked him in the arm, “I’m kidding!” He assured her with a grin. He was over the moon with himself because the joke had landed well. He glanced over to Y/N who was still giggling too much that she still couldn’t chew her mouthful. She was so fucking cute.

“Yeah, yeah, asshole.” Rosa giggled, playfully elbowing him.

“But one time this guy wanted some pornstar’s body with a one of those horse head masks over her face… I tried to talk him out of it, but he was really set on getting it done. Two years later he came in for a coverup because his pregnant wife threatened divorce if she had to see it one more time.” He said with a chuckle and they all laughed, “What about you?” Harry asked and G sighed.

“A sexy Mrs. Potatohead.” He said and cringed, “She had like cleavage and all…and the guy’s wife was there the whole time. She really thought it was sweet of him to dedicate that to her…love makes you do stupid things, I guess.” G shrugged and they all agreed to that statement there. 

Rosa then asked Harry if he was going to Vy’s party and he said he would try to make it and Rosa expressed her excitement. And so they carried on making some conversation until it was time to go and they were waving to each other before getting into their cars and heading home. 

As Y/N settled into her bed that night her mind went back to Harry. She wondered if he was OK after getting cancelled on or stood up, whatever it was. He had been pleasant tonight, funny, charming, entertaining…it was a side of him that she hadn’t seen before and it came so easily from him. She wanted to see more of that part of him. If he had been like that from the start she would’ve been head over heels for him by now, she was certain. Nevertheless, she was glad that she had been able to do something nice for him and maybe even made him a bit happy. With that thought in mind she was smiling as she drifted off to sleep.

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