#i forgot my tablet so i drew this with my finger

[ketzzzel]

thought i posted this last night but apparently not lol; anyways smth quick bc i miss her !!!

[littiaye]

evidence of my art block from last month

[colormepurplex2]

Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop | MYG

▻ Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop ↳ ArtProfessor!Yoongi x Artist/CoffeeShopOwner!f.Reader ⤜ Strangers to Lovers, Cozy Romance ⤜ Coffee Shop/Art AU | fluff, smut ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 8,028 ⤜ Summary: It’s like clockwork; you receive the same online order every weekday morning at eight o’clock: large decaf iced Americano, picked up promptly shortly after. His face has become familiar, as a part of your routine as the hiss of the espresso machine. Until, one day, that routine takes an unexpected turn, and you find yourself getting familiar with more than just his face. ⚠️ Very mild language, panic over student/teacher potential date (reader is a student, but she's the same age as Yoongi, just taking classes later in life than most), oral m receiving, fingering, kissing, mild dirty talk, cum swallowing, confessions of the heart

A/N: This is part of my 'Heartbeat Melodies' mini-series, where I write fics that are inspired by songs. If you'd like to hear the song that inspired this, you can find it here! A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi & @moonleeai for their amazing beta services!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

“Large decaf iced Americano,” you call out, barely glancing up from behind the counter.

A deep, familiar drawl pulls your attention, “That would be mine.” It’s only familiar for the fact you’ve heard that voice nearly every day for the last six months.

Your eyes snap up from the tablet, where the next online order has come through, to meet warm brown ones. “I should have known,” you reply before you can think better to bite your tongue. Heat suffuses your cheeks. You pull your lips between your teeth to stifle the groan of embarrassment that begs to be released.

The man chuckles, absently using a knuckle to push up the hornrimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know if I should be offended or honored by that comment. But, I guess I do come here a lot.”

Nearly every day for the last six months, at least. That’s how often he comes here—to your coffee shop. It’s tiny, barely big enough for a handful of small tables and chairs. But it’s yours, and you’re proud of it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to seem…” you trail off. Not sure how to finish that thought because you’re not entirely sure how you meant it or why you said it other than the fact you’re a bit frazzled this morning and apparently forgot your mouth filter at home. It was a late night last night for you. It's not an excuse, but still.

He waves a large hand in the air, dismissing your apology. “Please, it’s quite alright. I’ll take it as flattery; could use a little boost to my confidence anyhow.”

That almost makes you sputter in disbelief. There’s absolutely no way this man needs any flattery. Surely, he comes by it in droves. Because, well, he’s honestly so gorgeous it should be criminal.

His hair is fluffy, somewhere between charcoal grey and black, though the warm lighting of your cafe gives it a golden honey halo effect. The eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses are dark swirls of espresso that match his coffee order—a straight nose sitting above soft, pink lips that have a light glossy sheen to them.

As usual, he’s wearing a pressed slack and jacket combo, a cream-colored collared shirt underneath with a bold print tie. His choice of ties is what drew you to him in the first place, and made you pay a little closer attention to the mysterious man behind the large decaf iced Americano.

You clear your throat, daring to be bold, while it seems you’ve no filter to stop you. “Well, if you ever need further flattery, you know where to find me.” It’s clear that you give him an assessing once over, his eyes locked onto yours as you do so.

“Do you paint?”

The question throws you off, nearly making you drop the tablet in your hands. Your fingers flex against the case, your thumb brushing along the glass screen. Busying yourself with reviewing the next order on the screen, you turn, giving him your back as you decide how to answer his random question. You’ve never actually had a conversation with him; this man that you feel like you know yet is a complete stranger.

“Why do you ask?” you deflect as you go through the motions of scooping grinds and swapping out the portafilter for a freshly filled one. However, you know it’s not always polite to answer a question with a question; you’re just not sure how to decipher his curiosity or where it came from to begin with.

The bell above the door rings, and you wince as the espresso machine gurgles and hisses loudly as you mechanically pop a cup in the machine and hit the brew button. The noise fills the quiet space of the coffee shop. It’s not until the cup is filled, you’ve added two lumps of sugar, and you’re grabbing a lid that the man responds.

“There’s paint under your fingernails. Or, at least, what I would guess is paint.”

Glancing down at the cup in your hand, you take in the colorful myriad of flecks coating your skin. The colors fill the grooves of your knuckles and hug around the bed of your nails.

“Double espresso with two sugars,” you announce, ripping your gaze from your hand to the interior space of your cafe. A woman steps around the man, giving you a hurried smile as she holds out her hand to receive the cup. You hand it off. “Have a good day.”

Giving the cafe's inside a quick glance, you ensure all the customers within are taken care of. A college student is busy pounding away at their laptop keyboard in the corner, utilizing your free wifi. A half-empty cup of hot cocoa sits cold and abandoned beside them. A trio of friends sit at your only table big enough to seat more than two people, laughing softly and sipping hot lattes and teas. No one seems to need your attention; except the man still standing there, large decaf iced Americano in hand.

You lick your lips, a nervous habit you picked up after endless stressful nights pouring your heart, soul, blood, sweat, and tears into opening the small cafe. Most believed it would flop; others rallied to your side and helped your dream come true.

“Look, sorry if I’ve overstepped somehow,” he begins, but you shake your head, letting him know he’s not.

Gesturing at the wall behind the man, you finally answer, “In my spare time.”

He glances over his shoulder, eyes zigzagging across the giant unfinished mural covering the windowless back wall of the cafe.

“That?” he asks. “You’re painting that?”

It’s hard to decipher if that’s disbelief or awe coloring his voice.

“I am,” you answer a bit hesitantly.

“Wow!” he exclaims, a giant grin spreading across his face, crinkling his eyes at the corners. “I’ve been meaning to ask after the artist every time I come in and see something new added, I just uh,” he brings his free hand up and rubs it across the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the floor under his feet, “well, could never bring myself to.” It’s pretty, the way his cheeks take on a flush of color as his eyes cut to you from over the frame of his glasses. “It’s wonderful work.”

“Thank you.” You can’t help your own flush of shyness at his praise.

“So, uh,” he lifts his cup and gives it a swirl, the ice sloshing around inside, before taking a small sip through the straw, “I know you probably see it on the order, but for the sake of propriety, my name’s Yoongi.”

Min Yoongi, to be more precise, you know. It’s a name you’ve read so many times it’s ingrained in your mind. However, it’s still nice for him to offer it to you. Willingly establishing your connection one step further than his coffee order.

You feel so silly tapping the name tag on the front of your apron, but you do it before you can think better of it, mumbling your name as if he can’t read it for himself after you brought direct attention to it. “Sorry, I’m not normally so weird,” you give a shaky laugh, willing yourself to shut up before you chase him off from how awkward you’re being.

Something changes in his demeanor, his eyes taking on a light twinkle that sits somewhere between mischief and wonder. “I like weird,” he offers casually as if that doesn’t make your stomach swoop and your heart beat a little harder. “Maybe we can talk more about your art sometime. Maybe over dinner? Or lunch if dinner is too forward.”

If you were a cartoon, you’re confident your tongue would actually be tied into a jumbled knot right now with you frantically trying to talk around it, a comical scene for sure. Yet, there is no knot, just a thick feeling that you have to swallow past. “Um, yeah, sure. That would be great. Dinner…or uh, lunch. Both. Either one. Though, dinner might be better considering my hours.”

Yoongi glances at the vinyl hours printed on the front window by the door. They’re backward from his vantage point, but you assume he has no issue reading them, considering he turns back to you and asks, “How does seven work for you?”

“Tonight?” The beating of your heart lurches again, and you can barely hear him over the rushing in your ears.

“Yeah, if that’s not too soon. Perhaps next week, if that’s better? I don’t want to come on too strong. Or well, rather, what I mean to say is, don’t feel pressured.” You can tell he’s feeling hesitant now, trying to backtrack and offer you a way to politely decline his offer for dinner tonight. You didn’t mean to come off sounding so put out. You just weren’t expecting his request to be for tonight.

Mentally, you dig through your schedule. You’re not closing today. Marvin comes in at noon to help with the lunch rush, and then you leave at four to make it to your five o’clock class. It would be today of all days that your new art class starts. It’s the beginning of the fall semester at the local university, and you just so happened to decide to take a few art classes they were offering, the first of which starts tonight.

The class should only be around an hour long, with plenty of time to get home and change before the date. Is it a date? Or just strangers getting together to talk about art? Isn’t that what a date is anyway, though?

“Seven. Tonight. That would be great.”

“Okay, perfect. Can I pick you up? Or we can meet here if that works better.”

It’s endearing he’d offer, both picking you up and meeting in a familiar place. Considering you live above the coffee shop, though, it makes no difference. Though, he doesn’t necessarily know that.

“Here is fine.”

“Wonderful. Have you tried that steak house on the corner yet?”

“The new one that opened last week?” He nods. “I haven’t, no.”

“Perfect.” Yoongi smiles. “Here, at seven. Consider it a date.” His smile falters, and his brows pinch, forming a line between them. “Not that I…well, it’s not that…it doesn’t have to be…if you don’t want this to be a date, that’s—”

“It’s a date,” you confirm, giving him what you hope to be a warm smile to ease his mild panic. “I’ll see you then, Yoongi.”

“See you then,” he responds, tacking your name on at the end in his deep drawl. The way it sounds coming from his mouth should be added to one of those spicy erotica audiobooks you may or may not have downloaded on your phone.

Just as Yoongi is leaving, it’s like the world finally takes a breath, and the exhalation that follows brings with it a rush of early morning commuters seeking their morning fix. The everyday bustle and hubbub of the day filter back in, and you’re soon lost to the sway of the shop, coffee, tea, and cocoa. It all comes alive beneath your nimble fingers, much reminiscent of the way holding a brush makes you feel: a thrill of the soul with each pour.

☕☕☕

Yoongi

In all Yoongi’s years of teaching, he’s never been late to a class, especially on the first day of the semester. Yet, he’s nearly fifteen minutes late getting into his classroom this morning. Students are already filled in and scattered around the theatre-style seating. No one says anything. It’s far too early in the morning for smart mouths and snarky remarks about his tardiness. Not that he would expect that from any of the students anyway.

“Good morning, welcome to Art 320. I’m Professor Min.” He drops his bag and coffee off on his podium at the front of the classroom. Turning to the large chalkboard behind it, he scrawls his name to the side and then begins to write directions. “We will begin with Chapter 1, ‘Mediums and Forms’, in your textbook. Please read quietly, and I’ll be with you all in a moment.”

The day goes on, class after class, and the familiar monotony of it brings Yoongi a sense of peace. This is familiar territory; he’s in his element, not like this morning in the coffee shop. He felt totally out of control and swept up in the swirl of uncertainties and possibilities.

To say he’s relieved you agreed to go to dinner with him would be an understatement. From the moment he decided to change up his routine to check out the cafe Namjoon wouldn’t shut up about, he’s been hooked not only on the impeccable decaf iced Americano, nor the beautifully decorated and painted interior but on the smiling face behind the counter.

Yoongi feels a bit self-conscious thinking about how much he thinks about you. He’s always been too intimidated by the idea of speaking more than a few passing words to you. It’s like every time he gathered up the courage, it would abandon him at the last moment. Namjoon calls it a crush, Yoongi calls it frustrating.

The whole conversation this morning is a bit of a blur to him. Yoongi swears once he opened his mouth it was nearly impossible to stop the word vomit from gushing out…and the next thing he knew, you were agreeing to a date with him tonight.

The day's last class rolls around, and Yoongi feels much lighter as he steps out of his adjoining office and into the classroom to welcome the new students. A few offer him quiet hello’s, some he’s seen from other art classes he’s monitored across the entire department and fine arts program. 

Turning his back as the last few students filter in, he makes the same spiel he has at the beginning of every class. “Good morning, welcome to Art 320. I’m Professor Min…”

And so it begins, the beautiful dance of teaching and introducing fresh minds to the concept of forms and mediums. Yoongi is sure he could recite the entirety of Chapter 1 from memory now, with as many times as he’s gone over it today.

“What if you decide you don’t like your form or medium halfway through the project?” a student from the front row asks after Yoongi explains the medium and forms requisite for the final project for this class.

“We’re going to spend plenty of time during the first part of the semester testing out different mediums to know which best suits each of your individual tastes and needs. Regarding the form, I recommend choosing something you most likely won’t tire of. Something that means something to you but also isn’t so complex that you frustrate yourself and burn out before you can complete the project. You’re welcome to, at any time, bring me an idea of the form you’re considering, and we can talk about the intricacies and any potential issues that might arise with using it.”

Another question comes from somewhere in the middle, “Can we choose people, too?”

“A form can be anything that inspires you. If that happens to be a person, then of course. However, note that portraiture isn’t covered until Art 322, but I’ll do my best to help if that’s what you choose.” Yoongi glances at the clock, noticing there are only a few minutes left of class. “Let’s take the last few minutes to wind down, pack your things. If you have any further questions concerning your final project forms and mediums, please don’t hesitate to email me. Also, my office hours are open Tuesdays and Thursdays from two to six.”

As Yoongi turns to begin putting his things away from his podium, his eyes slide across the faces of his last class students, trying to cram them into his mind for the sake of remembering. He always likes to be as personable and approachable to his students as possible; knowing names and faces is always a good place to start.

He has to do a double take as his eyes flick over the very top row. The shock is felt throughout his entire body. It’s not that he’s surprised to see a face he already knows. It’s just that he wasn’t expecting it…wasn’t expecting to see you. Mild panic makes him jerk around, hands gripping at the papers on his podium, shuffling them mechanically.

The first thought that crosses his mind is he can’t possibly be going on a date with one of his students. Surely you’re just here to…to what? He turns over one of the papers, quickly scanning his roster that he hadn’t bothered to check yet. It doesn’t take long for his eyes to snag on your name.

Unease settles across his shoulders. He hates to cancel the date, as he was really looking forward to it, but it’s just…not right, right? There’s a line he shouldn’t cross with his students, even one who he is sure is his age and not the typical college freshman. Yoongi knows this because maybe, perhaps, he might have spent his lunch hour googling you and the cafe. You’re in your early thirties, given the birth year that was viewable on one of your social media pages, and own the coffee shop, have for several years now…a full-ass grown adult—the perfect person to date.

Except now you’re his student. There’s some moral code there somewhere, something about the skewed power dynamic. The thought of going on this date should have red flags flashing in his mind. Yet…yet, no matter how much he tells himself to cancel, he honestly doesn’t want to. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt that much, right? A harmless date.

That’s what he’s still telling himself as he dismisses the class a few minutes later. He intentionally avoided looking in your direction, unsure if you’d be comfortable with him acknowledging you as one of his students or not.

Much to his surprise, as the bubble of sound dissipates, a soft voice reaches his ears from a few feet behind him, “Fancy meeting you here.”

Yoongi has been so consumed with his own feelings about going on a date with a student that he hasn’t even thought about how you might feel. Are you about to cancel on him? Does he try to convince you not to?

He slowly turns, the stack of papers clutched in his hands, glasses slipping down his nose, yet he doesn’t want to pry his fingers from the bundle to fix them. “Look, I understand if you’d rather not—”

“I’m fine as long as you are.”

He’s relieved for your interruption, for keeping him from saying those words out loud. “Are you sure? If I had known this morning that you’d be one of my students…” he trails off, because he’s not so sure that would have stopped him after all. Considering he’s wanted to ask you out for at least the last four months.

“I’m glad you asked me. Student or not. I promise not to make it weird if you don’t.” You give him a brilliant smile, coy and full of mirth but light enough to make his heart jerk inside his chest.

“No weirdness, got it,” he agrees, unable to help his own teasing smile.

“So, I’ll see you then?” you ask, hefting your canvas bag on your shoulder. His eyes flick to it, noting the splashes and swirls of fabric paint that cover the outside. Yoongi wonders if you painted it yourself.

He nods, letting his eyes drink you in one last time before you turn to go. You’re still wearing the same jeans and thin cable knit sweater from the coffee shop this morning. Even in such casual clothes, you are stunning. A work of art all your own. He doesn’t stop staring until the door to his classroom shuts behind you.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. It’s not out of irritation or anger, just an acknowledgement of how truly and utterly he’s got it down bad for you.

☕☕☕

Seven can’t come soon enough. It only took you thirty minutes to get ready, putting on a simple black dress and flats. It’s not too fancy, but it makes you feel far more put together than just jeans and a t-shirt.

At five til, you make your way down into the coffee shop from your upstairs apartment. All of the main overhead lights are off, leaving only the warm accent lights that line the menu board and the display case lights on. Even now, the space smells delightedly of coffee.

It’s kind of funny, the fact that you’re not a coffee drinker. Everyone finds it odd that someone who doesn’t drink coffee would aspire to open a coffee shop. What they fail to realize is you love the smell of coffee. The warm, roasted, mildly sweet notes are what you thrive on, better than any shot of espresso in your mind.

There is a street lamp right outside your shop, flooding the sidewalk with a pool of yellow light. Standing just within the glow is Yoongi, his back to the shop door. You watch as his head swivels, looking down both directions of the sidewalk, completely unaware that you’ll be coming from behind him instead.

The sound of the lock turning over startles him. He jerks around and laughs softly, taking a step back, hand to his chest, as you pull the door open. “Can’t say I expected you to come from inside the cafe.”

“I would have been down sooner had I known you would be a bit early,” you say, locking the door behind you. “I probably should have given you my number or something.”

Yoongi eyes you, his gaze sliding up and down your body like he’s drinking you in. You hope he likes what he sees. “I think I was so excited about the date that I forgot even to ask,” he admits, giving you a sheepish smile when his eyes finally land back on yours. “You look,” —he gives you another quick once over, shaking his head and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip— “gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you preen under his praise. “You look quite handsome, yourself.”

You’re not just saying that to return the compliment, either. Yoongi is wearing the same thing he was this morning, except the tie is loosened, and the top button of his shirt is undone, giving you the slightest peek at his prominent jugular notch.

“Shall we?” he asks, offering you his arm.

You slip your hand into the bend of his elbow, falling into step beside him. The walk to the steak house is short, just enough for pleasant exchanges. He asks how your day at the coffee shop went, and you ask after his first day of classes. Neither of you bring up the fact that you were part of one of those classes.

“I’ve been meaning to check this place out. I’ve heard excellent things.”

Yoongi hums, nodding his head at your words. “I’ve also heard good things, though it might perhaps be biased considering all the praise I’ve heard has come from the owner himself.”

“You’ve spoken with the owner?”

“He’s one of my best friends, actually. This will be the first time I try it out. I kept telling him I’d stop by, but it always got away from me.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up. “I can’t believe you know Seokjin.”

“Wait, you know Seokjin?” Yoongi asks, surprised.

“I’d say know is a relative term. We get deliveries from the same produce truck. He tried to take my apples one time. I had to set him straight.” That makes Yoongi laugh along with you. “We chat sometimes, mostly about the quality of produce and the best places to get ingredients. I had no idea he was your friend.”

“Small world,” Yoongi says. His smile is warm and inviting. You’re sure you could get lost in it if he’d let you. It makes you wonder what his lips taste like. They have a slight sheen to them like they did this morning. Cherry chapstick? Maybe mint? A nice subtle vanilla?

You’re not sure the last time you laughed so hard you had tears in your eyes. But Yoongi has your sides in stitches and your cheeks aching from smiling and laughing so much during dinner.

“Oh gosh,” you wheeze between fits of giggling, clutching your stomach. “Ow, ow. Don’t make me laugh again. I can’t take it.” It just makes you laugh even more, the huffs trailing off as Yoongi reaches across the table toward you.

You pry your hands from your abdomen and slide them into his. His fingers are warm against yours, his thumbs rubbing across the backs of your knuckles. It’s a gesture he’s done several times tonight, silently asking for your hands any chance he could.

“Sorry, you just have such a beautiful laugh,” he says. “I could listen to it all day.”

His flattery hasn’t stopped. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the two glasses of wine he had with dinner were going to his head. But, he speaks so assuredly and looks in your eyes like you’re truly something special.

Feeling so intimately connected with someone you barely know might be absurd. Yet, you can’t help but feel drawn to him. If you’re being honest, the attraction started long ago, and tonight has just made it blossom into something so much more.

Yoongi has been the perfect gentleman. He’s not tried to railroad the conversation or make decisions for you like other guys you’ve gone on dates with. Whenever a server approached the table, he would defer to you and your needs before his.

“You’ve been so wonderful to me tonight. Please let me repay you with coffee and dessert. If you’re up for it.”

Yoongi squeezes both your hands before letting them go and sitting back in his chair. “There is no need to ‘repay’ me,” he says, emphasizing the word repay. “But, I wouldn’t say no to a date after this date, say in fifteen minutes, coffee and dessert?”

“Fifteen minutes? Coffee and dessert?” You give him a thoughtful look, tapping your fingers against your chin. “Hmm. I think I’m available.” You both break into more fits of soft laughter, contrasting so highly to the high energy from before; it’s intimate, if laughing can be such a thing.

It’s easy being with Yoongi; he’s attentive and curious. “What made you want to open a coffee shop?” he asks as you unlock the door to the cafe.

“I liked the idea of having a space that could cater to people from all walks of life. Businessmen in a hurry? Get it to go. Students needing a place to study? I have a quiet corner for that. College professor looking for his daily decaf Americao fix? Would you look at that? I got that covered, too.” You usher him inside, closing and locking the door behind you. “It also doubles as a great place to have a private coffee and dessert date after a lovely dinner date.”

You watch as Yoongi looks around the cozy space, his attention ending on the mural wall. “What’s your favorite kind of coffee?”

“Would it be weird if I said I don’t like coffee?” you ask.

He glances at you from over his shoulder. “Really?”

You shrug. “I love the way it smells, though.”

“Acrylic?” Yoongi asks, nodding toward the mural.

“Good eye,” you assess, stepping behind the counter to start making the coffee. You grab two pecan cinnamon twirls from the dry storage where you keep extra treats to take up to your apartment at the end of each shift and pop them into the small convection oven along the back wall. “You teach art, but it might be presumptuous of me to assume you also create. So, do you?”

“Not nearly as much as I’d like to. Pastels and charcoal are my favorites to work with. I like the mildly messy, chaotic feel of them. There are few things better than the feeling of taking something so uncontrolled and turning it into a thing of beauty.”

“Charcoal, huh?” Your mind instantly goes to the framed collection of pieces you have in your apartment upstairs. “I can appreciate that.”

“Maybe I can show you sometime.” Yoongi turns from his appreciation of your mural to watch you work behind the counter. He gestures to a few frames hung up on either side of the giant menu on the wall. “Arfé, right?”

You glance up, moving with automated motions to load the portafilter into the espresso machine. “Oh,” you laugh. “Yeah. An experiment. I wanted to try something new and needed some new decor. I thought it was appropriately on theme.”

The half-dozen pieces are all made with swirls of various shades in brown and tan and depict a mix of cups, mugs, bags of grinds, lumps of sugar, and piles of roasted coffee beans.

“Very appropriate. They’re lovely. You’re an exceptional artist.” You’ve lost count of the amount of compliments Yoongi has paid you tonight. You might have been the one flattering him this morning, but it seems he’s making up for that now.

“Thank you. Truly. That means a lot coming from you.” The hiss of the brew machine fills the air, and the soft gurgle of espresso trickling into the small mug follows. “One decaf Americano for one of my best customers,” you say, carefully carrying the steaming cup over to a table beside Yoongi. “Please, sit.”

Yoongi settles at the table, bringing the cup of coffee up to his nose and giving it an appreciative sniff. “Wonderful,” he murmurs before taking a tentative sip. “Thank you, that hits the spot.”

“If you think the Americano is good, wait until you try this,” you say, scooping the twirls out of the oven and onto a plate. They’re perfectly warm and gooey. “You’ve never tried any of our pastries, have you?”

You sit across from him. The table is small enough that you could reach out and cup his cheek if you wanted, and set the plate on the table before Yoongi. He whistles low, “Wow, these do look amazing. Maybe I’ll become a pecan twirl and coffee guy every morning instead.”

Your eyes track his movements, watching as his fingers pinch and slightly sink into the edges of one of the twirls. Some of the warm glaze and cinnamon sugar filling squishes from between the layers.

Yoongi’s lips part and the tip of his tongue peaks over his bottom teeth as he brings the pastry up to take a bite. The moan he lets out surprises you both. His eyes flutter before landing on you and going wide. He chews methodically, his gaze not leaving yours. His tongue darts out, swiping over his lips before he swallows.

“Well?” you ask, settling your elbows on the table and leaning into him, expectant.

The smile that tugs at his lips is coy. “Might be one of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth.” There is a heat in his gaze as his eyes search yours. “What other surprises do you have up your proverbial sleeve for me?”

“Now, if I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises anymore, would they?”

That makes him laugh. “Fair point. You know,” he glances around the coffee shop, “I never knew just what it was about this coffee shop I loved so much, but I think I’ve figured it out.”

“Yeah?” you say, feeling positively giddy.

“Mhm. So,” he mirrors your pose across the table, his elbows nearly touching your own, fingers toying with yours where they’re folded in the air in front of your face, “is it too soon to ask you on a second date?”

“I thought this was our second date.” You raise a teasing eyebrow, a smile quirking on your lips.

“A third then,” he offers, eyes hopeful.

Of course, you want to say yes. And in the spirit of trying to be coy and playful, you lean in with the full intent of showing him instead of telling him how much you want to go on another date.

Yoongi’s eyes flicker to your lips, watching as you deliberately lick them as you lean in a bit closer. Acceptance lies within their dark depths, a flash of hunger at the impending response that’s only a breath away.

As you advance, your elbows slide on the table, accidentally knocking the coffee cup. Liquid goes everywhere; it floods over the table and pours off the side…right into Yoongi’s lap.

“Oh fuck!” you yell, jumping up from the table and rushing around to his side. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance? Does it burn?”

Yoongi pushes back from the table, holding his arms up off his lap as he assesses the mess. “No harm done. It was already cooled off. It's just a bit of a mess, that’s all. I’m fine,” he laughs. “Truly, I promise. Do you have any towels or anything?”

“Oh god, your shirt, it’s going to stain,” you lament, staring at the dark splotch soaking through above his trousers. “Towels? Yes. Yes. Okay. And some baking soda. Come on, let’s hurry. Again, I’m so sorry!”

“Should we clean this up first?” he asks, motioning at the coffee-covered floor.

“I can mop in the morning. Please,” you fret, guilt making you a bit frantic and flustered.

Yoongi lets you lead him up the stairs in the back that go to your apartment. “You live here?” he questions. “No wonder you were coming out of the coffee shop earlier. That’s very cool.”

You make a noncommittal sound. “It’s cool if you like the smell of coffee and don’t mind rising early every day to open shop.”

It’s so hard to think right now, your mind solely focused on cleaning up the mess you’ve made of Yoongi’s clothes. That’s what you get for trying to be sly and answer his date question with a kiss. You’ll be lucky if he still wants that date now, surely.

The bathroom is barely big enough for the two of you. You insist Yoongi sit on the lip of the tub while you dig under the sink for the baking soda that you use for cleaning and removing your own coffee stains.

“Hey,” Yoongi says softly, grabbing your attention. You glance at him over your shoulder, bottom lip clamped between your teeth in an effort not to fall apart entirely. “I promise it’s okay, alright? You don’t have to stress over it. It’s just an accident. It's a pretty funny one if you ask me. If I’d have known we were getting wet on the first—I mean, second date, I would have planned accordingly.”

His words hang between you, full of static and charged with intention. He’s trying to lighten the mood…and it’s working. It’s also making you feel a certain kind of way. Words shouldn’t have the power to do that. Yet, here you are, flustered for a whole different reason now.

“Date’s not over yet,” you respond, unsure where the bold attitude came from, but you’ll take it. His eyes flicker with something like surprise mixed with desire, though it’s gone before you can really be sure. “Do you mind?” You gesture to his shirt. “It’ll be easier if I can soak it in the sink.”

Slowly, Yoongi undoes the buttons on his shirt, starting at the top and working his way down. Somehow, you weren’t expecting him to be naked underneath, but every open button reveals another swath of flesh. He shrugs out of the shirt, revealing a toned chest and taut belly. His nipples are hard, dark chips, standing out in contrast to his smooth, creamy skin. Yoongi is absolutely breathtaking.

In fact, you have to remind yourself to breathe, taking in a large lungful of air that’s so much it makes your chest ache. He holds the shirt out to you in offering. Your fingers tremble lightly as you take it, quickly turning back to the sink and the distraction of scrubbing at the stain.

Reading over the garment tag quickly, you make sure what you’re about to do is okay. You can feel Yoongi’s eyes on your back, like heated dagger points pricking beneath your skin. You turn on the water, letting the tap run until it’s hot, before quickly swishing the area of the shirt covered in coffee under it. The hot water alone makes a world of difference, the dark liquid swirling away down the drain.

“Do you want my pants, too?” Yoongi asks, startling you.

Your eyes flick up to the mirror, looking at him through the reflection. He’s talking to you, but his attention is zeroed in on your backside. Suddenly, you’re intimately aware that your dress has ridden up dangerously high. You can feel the cool air of the bathroom kissing the crease between your thigh and asscheek.

Turning off the water, you slowly turn to face him. Your chest rises and falls as you try to take deep, even breaths, but with the way your heart is revving inside, it’s impossible to do so. “Let’s see the damage,” you say lightly, raising an eyebrow in question, giving him a chance to call you off.

When he doesn’t comment further, you close the distance to where he’s sitting and ease down onto your knees. You mentally tell yourself it’s so you can get a better look at the coffee that’s saturating the dark fabric, but you know better than that.

Being so close to him, you can feel the heat of his body. His chest rises and falls as rapidly as yours, and when you look up and meet his gaze, there is no mistaking the fire that you see blazing there. “Don’t think I forgot you still haven’t answered my question,” he murmurs, lips barely moving as he watches you.

You lift a hand, hooking your index finger under his chin and using it to angle his face toward yours. “I’d love that,” you respond, your lips brushing over his with every syllable.

He kisses you. Or maybe you kiss him. It’ll be something you tease each other over for many years to come. You open yourself to him, welcoming the glide of his tongue against yours. The kiss tastes mildly of coffee, yet for the first time in your life, you don’t mind the flavor.

“For me to take my pants off, or the date?” he teases, alternating between nipping and consuming kisses. Yoongi’s hands frame your face, holding you to him as he continues to ravage your mouth.

“Mm, both,” you manage to get out. “Definitely both.” Sliding your hands down his torso, you marvel at the softness of his skin and the already very prominent bulge that your fingers dance over as you try to get a grip on the button to his slacks.

Yoongi breaks away from the kiss long enough to help you with his pants, standing up from the edge of the tub and bringing you up with him. He toes off his shoes, leaving his pants puddled on top of them. “Good answer,” he chuckles.

You let out a tiny squeal as he wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs and hauls you up, your legs automatically winding around his waist. Thick erection pressed right against your panty-covered pussy, he slowly walks you out of the bathroom and into your adjoining room. You land on the bed with a soft oomph, Yoongi following you down. His weight is a comfort, settled over your body in a warm, hedonistic embrace.

“I’ll change classes,” you pant, flexing your hips against his. “As long as our next date is to an art gallery.”

“Is it weird for that to turn me on?” he responds, groaning as you roll your hips against him again. “The art part, not the dropping classes part. You don’t have to do that if it’s too much trouble. I know your schedule must be pretty set with the cafe.”

You press your hands against his chest, giving him a gentle push until he’s rolling over and you’re hovering over him. “I’ll make it work. I want to make it work. Everything tonight,” you pause and sit back on your heels, dragging your hands along his torso as you do, “I want more. You’re driving me crazy in the best of ways.”

“Says the woman who’s been running through my thoughts for the last several months now.” Yoongi’s lips part in a gasp, turning his last word into a breathly plea as you trace the tips of your fingers over his straining erection. The fabric of his grey boxer briefs is slightly sticky when you brush your thumb over the head.

“It reminds me of making art,” you casually say, curling your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and tugging until he lifts his hips and lets you drag them down. You toss them to the side, marveling at the glory now resting against his belly. Yoongi’s cock is a gentle upward curve, all smooth steel and thick veins. It throbs, bouncing against his stomach, leaving behind a thick smear of precum. “The way you make me feel.”

“Art?” he asks, breathless. His eyes flutter behind his glasses, his chest hollowing as he sucks in ragged breaths.

“Being with you gives me the same feeling as viewing a Duncanson or a Matisse, calm and full of joy. Though, you can also make me feel the chaos of a Kandinsky when you touch me.” To emphasize your words, you wrap your fingers around his girth, angling it up, watching the emotions on his face. The tip of his tongue works at the corner of his mouth, lips parted with every pant and soft moan. “Is this okay?” you ask, leaning down and gently blowing over the leaking tip before tentatively giving it a kitten lick.

“More than,” Yoongi moans. His eye slide closed as you wrap your lips around the head and suck. The flavor of him bursts across your tongue. You can’t help but moan yourself at the idea you’ve made him like this, hard and leaking.

Working as much of his cock into your mouth as you can, you delight in the shuddering convulses you can feel from his body as he loses himself in the sensations you’re bringing him. Yoongi always seems like such a collected individual. He still appeared so well-kept even when he stuttered over his words asking you on the date this morning. Now, though, he’s unraveling into a puddle of debauchery.

It’s a satisfying feeling, similar to when you get into a perfect rhythm when working on a project, bringing him to the edge. You work your mouth and hand in tandem, never leaving an inch of his cock free of your touch.

“Mmm,” you moan, the head of his cock resting in the back of your throat. Yoongi jerks under you, half raising onto his elbows, his eyes zeroing in on where you’re wrapped around him.

His fingers twist into the duvet, bottom lip puffy and flushed as he worries it with his teeth. “I’m going to cum,” he grunts, throwing his head back and moaning his pleasures, deep and throaty.

You quicken your pace, hollowing your cheeks as you suck in earnest. Yoongi cries out a second before liquid warmth floods your mouth. It’s greedy, the way you swallow and continue to lave your tongue over him, eliciting tiny tremors and more moans.

“Just like art,” you whisper, finally letting his cock slip from between your lips. You’re riding your own high, wet and throbbing between your thighs. You can feel the ache in your clit, begging to be touched. All it would take is a few seconds, a few well-placed swirls of your fingers, and you know you’d be floating in orgasmic bliss.

Before you can even think of bringing your hand between your thighs to find relief, Yoongi is sitting up and urging you backward. Your back hits the mattress, and he settles on his side beside you. Somewhere between there and here, he pulled off his glasses. Despite having just found his release, his eyes are still so full of hunger and desire.

“May I?” he asks, pressing a hand against your inner thigh. You nod, eyes locked with his as he slowly trails his hand upward until his fingers brush over the soaked fabric of your panties. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in to capture your mouth in a languid kiss. Your lids flutter closed, consumed as you are by his touch.

Yoongi takes his time, toying with the edge of your panties before tugging them down past your knees. They pool around your ankles as he pushes your thighs apart, exposing your weeping pussy to the air of the bedroom.

“Yoongi.” His name is half moan, half curse as he brings his hand back up and cups your heat. The meat of his palm rests against your clit, right where you need to be touched, but the pressure isn’t enough to satisfy.

“An exquisite work of art.” His lips strum against yours, plucking and teasing just the way his fingers do through your wetness. The tips of his fingers briefly kiss your clit, dancing away before returning; a slow build of decadent pleasure.

It’s not above you to beg. “Please. Yoongi, please!”

“Open your eyes, look at me. Let me watch you fall apart so I can brand it into my memory.”

You snap open your eyes the exact moment he slides two slender fingers into your pussy, thumb finally giving the needed pressure to your clit. You’re so worked up that your body pulses around the intrusion, a tiny fluttering orgasm rippling through you.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Yoongi gives you a wicked, knowing smile. “It’s not over yet, beautiful,” he assures you in a whispered promise.

His fingers are long, able to reach the perfect, special place inside you. As he strokes his fingertips, moving them in an undulating wave, his thumb swirls in a circle around your clit.

The next orgasm is less surprising, building to a heightened peak that has you crying out as you careen over the edge, entirely at Yoongi’s mercy. “Yoongi, fuck!” you babble, your whole body alive with sensations of pleasure.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “So beautiful.”

Your body shudders around his hand, his fingers slowing down their rhythm until you finally recover. The slide of his fingers along your walls as he withdraws makes you wish he’d put them back in…or maybe something else. The bereft feeling lasts only a moment before Yoongi gathers you into his arms. He’s completely naked, and you’re still wearing your dress, but you feel just as exposed as he is…only, it’s your soul on display for him instead of your body.

You wait for the feeling of vulnerability to filter in, that broken feeling of uncertainty. But, it doesn’t come. The only thing you feel is complete and utter content. It’s not even the post-orgasmic bliss that’s clouding it, either. No, there’s plenty of that, but it feels different; he feels different.

“Yoongi,” you begin, resting your cheek on his chest. You want to confess to him, but the words get choked in your throat. Is it too soon? Are you completely crazy? What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Fuck. Here goes nothing. “This feels good, really good. Is it too soon to say…?”

“Too soon to say?” he prompts.

You absently trace haphazard swirls and lines across his chest, trying to think of how to word it. “I, well…”

“Too soon to say that I think possibly, maybe, I’m falling for you?” You look up at him, surprised by his words. Yoongi looks at you with so much warmth and affection in his eyes. “Because that’s exactly how I feel, too.”

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

fine line

steve rogers x reader summary: steve returns from time traveling back to his old life. will you forgive him? a/n: time travel is different than canon. he just spends weeks back in his old life, in turn misses out on months in the current timeline.

Steve Rogers was many things but a coward? He never thought he had it in him, but as you drew closer into the room and than were suddenly right there in front of him - he wanted to run away. How beautifully relaxed you look, as if the last time you two saw each other wasn't heartbreaking or gut wrenching - the look of grief on your face when he said he had to go. That he couldn't stay with you and needed to go back to his first life.

The tears in your eyes, the trembling in your hands...he never forgot it and when he left back in time, to his time - he knew it was a mistake the moment he stepped foot into a life that he no longer fit in. He came back but traveling through time brought different rules of logic. The few weeks he spent there, meant months for here and now he was seeing you for the first time since saying goodbye. He had returned a week ago and the moment he stepped off the transported, he felt at home. Sam and Bucky had come to see him when they heard the news from Bruce and the reunion was short lived when he asked about you.

"She's been out in California."

"California?"

That's where he was now, standing in the middle of a lab. Bucky had made the trip with him and set up the meeting but you had thought it was a visit from Bucky. The two of you had become closer over the last months since Steve's departure. He had become like a brother to you. So when he had called and said he'd be in California for a few days, you were elated and made arrangements for him to come by the lab you now worked in.

Except it wasn't Bucky who you saw standing there and the excitement of seeing your friend grew stale, but a feign calmness washed over your face and you walked further into the room. Than you were standing in front of Steve Rogers in all his glory and complicated beauty. So many emotions raged through your heart and while you wanted to allow the angry to overrule them all, you couldn't.

How pathetic you felt in that moment when he finally spoke. "I'm back."

"Missed the internet, huh? I can't imagine life without it," you smiled, moving toward the table to your left. Picking up a tablet, you pretended to look over some emails and drew your back to him. He shifted behind you but didn't move closer, instead he began to sprout out a long winded apology. He seemed to speak quickly, almost afraid to miss anything that needed to be said.

"I should have never left..."

Your fingers trembled against the screen of the tablet.

"I was just existing there, but I realized I couldn't just go back to my old life...."

Tears began to swell and you gripped the tablet so hard it began to hurt.

"I'm not that person anymore, I haven't been the same person since I've met you. I -" Steve's voice faltered for a brief moment but he continued, moving a step closer to you. "I wish I could take back that day, I should have never left and I know I don't deserve it, but I just want another chance. Please, sweetheart, give me another chance and I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you."

His words shook away the remaining anger in your body and you crumbled down against the table, but he was there in seconds, holding you up. Arm wrapped around the front of your stomach, Steve held you up against his chest as you sobbed. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder blade and whispered that he would leave if you wanted him too. "If you need to never see me again, I'll do it..."

The thought brought you back to your senses and you turned in Steve's arms to face him. His eyes took in the hurt expression on his face and he could only hold your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"You have to know something..." the something was Peggy Carter and you braced for the worse. "I didn't go see her, when I went back. I just couldn't do it, I thought that was what I should do but I ended up wandering my old neighborhood. I went back to see where Bucky and I used to run around, I did a lot of people watching. I did a lot of missing you."

"I missed you too," you smiled softly, tears falling down your face. Steve wiped them away and pulled you into an embrace.

"I know it's going to take time for you, but I will wait as long as I need to.."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up at the man you had loved and still love, even if every fiber of your brain told you not to. That he had left you for a world that casted him aside and for a woman, a woman you could never live up to. But here he was, begging for your forgiveness. For another chance and you could only think of a conversation Bucky and you had months ago...

"He had to go, you know that right?"

"His life was here."

Bucky sighed and brought his arm around your shoulder, bringing you in to his side. Resting your head against him, you stared out into the small pond.

"He thinks he needs to go back and live a life that he was meant to but he'll be back, I bet you a pitcher of beer." Bucky smiled down at you. You appreciated his attempt at lightening up the mood, but he squeezed your shoulder when you asked why he thought that Steve would return. "Because you're here."

"Okay."

Your voice was so meek, Steve looked at you with an intense gaze filled with anticipation and nerves. "Okay?"

Nodding, you reached up and touched the side of his face. His eyes fell closed - breathing for what seemed like the first time in weeks. Then you said his name and he opened his eyes, and he knew he was lucky to be given such a chance.

"My instincts want me to run away. I should run away, because you broke my heart, Steve. You have to know that otherwise it will become this thing between us and I don't want anything else to come between us."

His heart sank but he knew you were just being truthful and he deserved to hear it all. He knew he had a lot to make up for and there was a long road to recovering your broken heart but it was a challenge he was more than up for.

"I know," he whispered, sliding his hands up your neck. He held you gently, eyes gazing into yours. "I promise you, I will never leave you again. I will fight for us - you know how much I love a good fight."

Steve smiled and you laughed, shaking your head as his lips moved down against yours. He kissed you hard, longing, arms around your waist and bringing you tight against his body. Your feet lifted off the ground and you laughed against Steve's mouth. When he finally put you down, he rested his forehead against yours. His hand found its way to yours and he held it gingerly.

"Can I pick you up after work?"

"There's a really nice diner down the street..."

Steve smiled and kissed you. "Okay, I'll be back around 5?"

You said yes and told him that Bucky was more than welcome to come along. "I owe him a pitcher of beer."

Not understanding, Steve agreed any way and headed out toward the door but turned when you called out to him. He asked if something was wrong but you just smiled at him. "I love you."

Seconds, took seconds for him to be at your side. He kissed you again and again, hands roaming your hair until a call came through the lab's intercom - you had a meeting in ten minutes. Steve resided and kissed you on the forehead, and he felt a tunnel of relief fill his lungs. He knew coming back home was the right thing to do, it felt in his heart and saw it in your eyes as he whispered that he loved you.

Oh, how much he loved you...not even the temptations of time could hold him back.

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[okayeojin]

loona reaction to accidentally revealing your relationship

☁️ :: mainly angst

♡ :: heejin 희진

as heejin was excitedly talking to her fans on vlive, giggling amused at the way the comments would go crazy as soon as she did something as innocent as simply brushing her hand through her hair or biting her bottom lip as her eyes skimmed through the comments. a little "oh!" left her lips as a viewer pointed out a few new additions to her drawings neatly taped on the wall behind her. "yes! i added some recent pictures i drew lately" she exclaimed as she rolled with her chair closer to the wall and carefully removed said drawings from it, with the intention of showing them to her fans. "i've been drawing traditionally a lot, actually" she explained, resting the drawings on her desk. "but i have some... fairly recent digital pieces as well" she continued as she pulled out and unlocked her tablet. smiling at the screen she finally chose what to show her viewers, pulling out this pretty landscape view she had worked on for the last few days. flattered by the positive response, she felt like showing more, sliding her fingers on the screen in the wrong direction, accidentally revealing what many people immediately recognized was a portrait of you. you were wearing the same outfit as the most recent music show you and your group attended to... and overall some kpop fans would have recognized you regardless. her eyes shot wide open and her expression didn't really leave any doubts to the viewers. something was definitely up between the two of you. "that's...! they're just... i just admire them a lot and..." she would ramble before changing the subject and attempting to keep her live going, but the comments were not letting her off the hook so easily... so much that she eventually had to end it, and with a shaky sigh and teary eyes proceeded to text you.

♡ :: hyunjin 현진

hyunjin acted without thinking. and the shocked expressions on her members' faces or the stern look from her manager, and complete silence that fell over the whole room should have made her understand that she had messed up big time. it was a live interview, show, kind of thing, and the hosts were this group of over middle aged men, thinking that making fun of young girls is somewhat entertaining, and crossing many many lines while doing so. during a specific moment in the show, the girls were all called together to take a picture with the mcs, who didn't even think before grabbing some of them by their shoulders and pulling them closer. hyunjin was one of them. and she quickly pulled away, faking a smile. "oh what happened?" the host tried to joke "you have a boyfriend or something? is he jealous?" he continued while laughing in her face, at which she replied "yes, my s/o wouldn't be happy seeing you touching me like that", storming out of the set. unprofessional, she knew that. but she couldn't bear it any longer. you, who were watching the live from your phone, had your mouth wide open, not a single idea in mind about what you were supposed to do at that moment, until you got hyunjin's call. "i have to figure things out with the company about what just happened. i’m really sorry, love".

♡ :: haseul 하슬

she was peacefully on vlive, probably in her own dorm room with no supervision from any of the staff or even her manager -who was however watching her live just to keep the situation under control. she was answering questions from the fans, giggling and scolding her own members for leaving comments lovingly making fun of her, she even sang some songs that were requested by the viewers. she was having so much fun that she almost forgot she had invited you over at a certain hour, when she was almost sure she would have finished by then, but it wasn’t the case. she soon heard your voice on the other side of the door; you were surely being entertained by some of her members while she was still finishing up her live. she got so excited at the thought of going out with you, that she made a rookie mistake: she said her goodbyes, she thanked her fans for keeping her company, and she swore she had ended the live, but she stood up so quickly that her hand slipped and never properly clicked. she ran to greet you and loudly exclaimed “i missed you so much!! oh my god come here” and kissed you just loud enough that it was clearly heard by the viewers. then her phone would start going off with calls from her manager and she would get so confused but soon understand the situation and you could see her face going pale in an instant.

♡ : yeojin 여진

you had spent the whole afternoon together, drinking milkshakes while sitting in front of the ocean on the beach. you had cuddled the whole time and taken so many pictures as well, especially yeojin. it was a time so dear to her because for the very first time in months her schedule was free, no promotions, no fan meetings, no interview, no radio, no variety shows... she almost couldn't believe it was real, spending time with her s/o like this, without anyone's from her company supervision, without having to leave at a certain hour. "you look so good like that!" she exclaimed, snapping a picture of you, "oh my god the sunset! pose like this for me!" she continued, moving around to get your best angles. you chuckled, covering your face from some of the sand she was accidentally kicking around while moving, "let's get a picture together instead, you have enough of my face in that phone, i think" you suggested, extending your arm to invite her next to you. snapping a quick picture together, you admired how cute you both looked sharing the smallest peck on your lips, making yeojin shriek in embarrassment. "don't you think it looks good?" you asked, "i might post this!" you joked, to which yeojin surprisingly replied "you can". you raised both eyebrows at her "huh? this could be very risky for you, i don't want to ruin your career...", getting interrupted by your girlfriend "you have your profile on private anyways, right? here, i'll do it" grabbing her phone which was connected to your instagram account too, posting it and closing the app. "ther-" not even one second later, she got a call. from her manager, which instantly made her heart drop. you watched her expression with a puzzled look on your face, wondering what was happening. "i i accidentally uploaded the picture on the loona account and it got immediately taken down by the company, but 300 people had liked it already and there's probably screenshots around" she cried into your arms as you did your best to comfort her.

♡ : vivi 비비

for the first time after a while she had decided to do a live all by herself in her own vocal room, showing her fans new paintings she had worked on or planned on doing, and she would cutely get closer to the screen to see the comments, before pulling back and giggling, and then answering. "when was the last time i went out with the members?" she read the comment out loud before puffing her cheeks and glancing upwards towards the ceiling for a second, clearly trying to recall the event, then letting out a "oh!" of realization and pulling out her phone, fiddling with it a bit before showing it to the camera she was streaming on. "this is a picture i took last week when i went out to drink with loona 1/3... subunit hangout" she giggled while zooming on the faces of each member present in the picture. she stopped chuckling all of the sudden, her heart stopped and her face visibly turned pale as a notification popped up on the screen, big enough for every viewer to see. from: the love of my life; <are you still up for that one date you promised me~? 💕>. the chat was going so crazy that she thought the whole app would freeze and stop working, or something... she was furiously giggling and looking around for any help, trying her best to cover it up, "that's my,, my friend yeah they.. they are joking, i mean-" but the sheer despair on her face was way too much to hide, and the tears welled up in the corners of her eyes weren't helping her case at all. then suddenly the door to her room opened just enough for only one hand to be seen, inviting her to step outside and she closed her live in a hurry, apologizing profusely in a shaky voice.

♡ : kim lip 킴립

it was a dumb mistake. very dumb. and she could never forgive herself for potentially ruining your life, other than completely destroying your privacy. she was doing a live for her birthday, and it was now well past midnight, reason why she couldn't stop yawning to save her life, apologizing every time she had to cover her mouth to release another one. but she had promised to stay up at least until two in the morning, and considering she had no schedules whatsoever the next day, she wanted to keep her promise with her fans. and despite some of them complaining that she should rest and go to bed, she wasn't letting go of her little personal challenge to stay up a bit more. "don't worry guys, we can uhm... listen to some music, i will stay up" as if she hadn't been playing songs for the last three hours already. then a comment caught her eyes, "what time is it?". it was written in english, meaning it was from an international fan with a different timezone, most likely. after reading it out loud, she pulled out her phone and pointed it directly at the camera, turning it on and showing the bright screen to her viewers. maybe it was her lack of sleep, or the fact that her hand was covering part of the screen, but her reflexes weren't fast enough and her brain didn't process fast enough that her lockscreen was her cupping your face and kissing you right on the lips, your cheeks puffed and all. it was a cute picture indeed. but not in that particular moment, when she suddenly realized and pulled her phone away from the camera and clutched it with both hands, resting it against her chest. her lack of explanation was loud enough for anyone to put two and two together (although the picture of her kissing someone on the lips was a very clear indicator that she had a romantic relation with someone), and at that point she cleared her throat and said awkwardly "it's 2am, time to go bye!", and turned the live off to plop down on her chair and cover her face with her hands, defeated.

♡ : jinsoul 진슬

jinsoul loves you. she loves you so much she is literally unable to take her eyes off you. and despite how romantic it sounds -and it is- it can indeed end up causing you two some troubles, especially considering the type of industry you both worked in, how demanding and scary it can be. that being said, it happened from time to time that your groups had a comeback at the same time, often meeting on the stage of music shows. you'd look so hot with your makeup done, you hair all pretty and your stage outfit so sparkly, you'd steal all the spotlight. at least to her. that one episode in particular was no different. while the winner groups' member were doing their speech, her eyes were constantly pointing in your direction, and she wasn't even being subtle about it, since her members would occasionally pinch her side to get her attention back. once the encore began, and everyone began moving around and greeting one another, she took it as a chance to swiftly make her way to you, ignoring gowon's hand trying to keep her in place. you ever so slightly bowed to each other as to not raise any suspicion by being to friendly or whatever, and she gently grazed her hand against yours, causing your blushing to increase. it's not until you both got off the stage that she decided to be bold about it and steal a little peck from your lips, which caused you to gasp loudly and look around frantically, as other idols who were able to see what went on looked at you weirdly. jinsoul simply chuckled, unknowing of the fact that you were indeed caught on camera, at the very corner of it, but it surely didn't go unnoticed by some viewers...

♡ : choerry 최리

as affectionate as she is, she would still try her best to behave around you, especially in public. she would literally teleport to another dimension away from you if she saw someone holding a phone, afraid of the possibility of being caught even just staring at each other. and it would be extremely painful to her, especially considering how one of her favorite activities of all time was clinging to your arm for as long as possible until you physically have to remove her. this time she really couldn't refrain herself, and the consequences of such a tender moment would probably haunt her for the rest of her career. you would usually spend your time with her and the rest of loona by passing off as part of the staff, so it wasn't weird for you to be "caught" with the girls during some of their schedules. this one time, however, choerry was incredibly worn out after a particular mv filming day that took so many takes to finish, that as soon as she saw you she wrapped her arms so tightly around your neck and her lips immediately found their way on yours. unconsciously behind caught on accident by one of the makeup artists filming an instagram story that got posted without much of second look, or review of it. as soon as the video began circulating, she would become insufferable, blaming herself to no end, even advising you to break up with her because she "ruined your life". tell her it's not her fault ):

♡ : yves 이브

she's so romantic. she has heart eyes whenever she looks at you and she can't even control it. bless her. however, because of this exact reason, the two of you could rarely ever hang out in public, since it'd be hard to believe you were just a friend of hers or a staff member. even when she sang love songs on stage, her voice was so filled with such emotions that not even her fans would believe that "she was thinking of orbits while singing". she is so full of love. it was after one of their stages that she was complimented about her voice, and the host commented how "it seems like you really resonate with the lyircs, huh? are they perhaps dedicated to a special someone or...?", he would inquire. yves would get so defensive it would be obvious she was trying to hide something. "oh no! haha, i mean... you know, friends and family, huh- my members yeah, and overall everyone who has supported us along the way" and she would start rambling to the point where one of her members had to stop her by physically placing a hand behind her back to prompt her to slow down. there would be a lot of speculations about who could be this "special someone" of hers, and it would get so stressful to the point where she felt like she couldn't do a vlive in fear of slipping up on her own words. until it happened. she got a call during a live while she carelessly had her phone on the desk with the screen facing up, and the word "love♥️" shined brightly on the screen. as she grabbed the device so fast it almost slipped out of her hands, her face turned as pale as a ghost and she began clumsly trying to explain herself, "that's haha it was my huuuh cousin-" but none of the viewers were buying it, so she had to quickly turn the live off and called you in between tears, apologizing before you could even ask what was wrong.

♡ : chuu 츄

she would constantly keep you on edge, jumping up on you from behind, hugging you unexpectedly, holding your hand while the possibility of being caught was still there, and if she happened to be needy enough she would even be so bold to kiss you somewhat publicly. your stress levels would be through the roof, to be honest. there wouldn’t be many rumors going around at first, nearly everyone was aware of her bubbly personality so her linking arms with someone other that her members wouldn’t be too big of a shocker. at least not so much that her agency had to make a statement or what not. she even went as far as to introduce you to her fans on live, giggling and telling her viewers about the way you’ve been friends since high school and still keep in touch. which wasn’t exactly wrong, except for the fact that you’ve been more than friends for a few years... it was during one of those lives that it all went downhill. you had been sitting behind the camera, looking at her and silently giggling from time to time at her antics, careful of not being caught by the viewers. but i guess you were looking a bit too adorable to her, reason why she just couldn’t wait and told her fans she had to go to the bathroom real quick, and therefore she had to momentarily mute her mic. except that she didn’t. and the sound of smooching was loud and clear to everyone. of course it didn’t take her too long to figure out what had happened as soon as she sat back down on her chair. immediate response was to shut down the live, get up suddenly to go talk to her manager, while ignoring your yells asking her what was wrong.

♡ : gowon 고원

she was at a radio interview when it all took place, her and the rest of the girls were each asked to describe their ideal date, and haseul suggested that gowon replied first. giggling at the request, she excitedly adjusted herself on her seat before leaning slightly closer towards the mic and began replying, explaining how bad she wanted to have a picnic in a field of pretty flowers, but the weather hadn't been on its best behavior to do so. the whole time her mind was wandering to you, thinking about how much you had begged her to go on a picnic, as you liked being outdoors so much. almost forgetting where she was, until the radio host asked her "ah so you like flowers?" to which she mindlessly replied with "ah my partner really loves th-" and as her breath suddenly cut short and her heart began pounding so hard, she started frantically looking at her members for help and comfort. they were trying to give her reassuring glances, sharing looks with the radio host too, who immediately caught on to what was happening and broadcasted the next song. gowon soon enough took off her headphones and stood up to call you, not even caring that the rest of loona was shouting her name. she profusely apologized to you on the phone, loudly crying into the speaker.

♡ : olivia hye 올리비아혜

she could not, for the life of her, explain how it all happened. she was careful, she has always been careful. protecting you was what had always mattered to her the most, as long as your identity and your own career was preserved, it wasn’t important what happened to her. not a single glance in your direction during music shows or music awards, not even a single reaction to your performance. it was fine, she would shower you with compliments and feedback about your stage once the night was over, maybe backstage, maybe on your way back, through messages, or phone calls. sure it was hard, you craved affection and she also felt guilty for having to ignore you more often that not, but what could she do... her job required this sort of behavior. it all went downhill during a vlive with the rest of the yyxy members, during which one of the fans asked if they had any other kpop idol they looked up to and why. she wasn't sure if she should've said it, but regarless, she said your name. and lowkey went on a tangent about how good you were at your job and how she liked the way you danced and performed. her own members started playfully teasing her, "ooh it looks like hyeju has a crush" and gently elbowing her. hyeju just chuckled in embarassment and before she coule deny it a flood of comments appeared before her eyes. <what? she's dating y/n?>, <omg haha this is crazy>, <i dont think they'd make a good couple actually>, <no way y/n managed to pull hyeju hahaha>. rather than being anxious about her relationship being exposed, she was getting more and more pissed by the second at the comments saying she was too good for you, and the ones badmouthing you. she stood up slamming her hands on the table, startling her members. "the one that's too good is y/n, you have no right to speak about them, so get their name out of your mouth. it's none of your business if we're dating or not!" and stormed out of the room, not wasting a second to call you, more angry than upset.

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[ruskatartx]

SUPER MAX!!!🦁🏆🏎️

Drew it when i watched Qatar GP, forgot to post!

Used lion to express Max, and abstract just bc its dynamic and cool. Honestly, have no words to describe HOW Max is cool – he is a WDC2023! He did and still does the hard work, and he absolutely deserves all the goodies!

Also yeah, this GP was something. And, not only in a good way – im shocked what happened here. Hope everybody got better, and races like that wont happen next (or just consequences after them)

Also drew it with my finger (i have sensor laptop, its not a graphics tablet), so maybe, just maybe, you want some art from me like this, so gonna say my comms are open!!!

[emo-nordegraf]

sorry i posted art (that people actually liked??) like three times and then just forgot i even drew umm

so i mainly draw on my phone with a finger but honestly thats not really working for me.. and i don't have a tablet or anything

so im thinking of getting an ipad and apple pencil, relearning to draw on an actual tablet and all that

this will probably take ages because im a high school student and unemployed lol orrrri could just beg my brother for his old ipad and hope he says yea ummmmmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[oc-aita]

AITA for forgetting about someone?

To begin, I’m K (F, teen) and I like to do art for fun. I’ve had this digital tablet + pen for as long as I can remember, but for whatever reason, I always found drawing with the digital pen hard. It’s not like I had to use it, so I just used my fingers instead.

One day, I decided to actually use the pen with the tablet, and drew myself with a hoodie on. Imagine my surprise when I look down, and boom. I’m wearing a hoodie! Apparently if I use the pen and the tablet together, whatever I draw temporarily becomes real. The more effort I put into the drawing, the longer it lasts for before vanishing.

I told my friends about it, and they were super excited. I immediately started drawing things for them, and everything was going well. Well, until later.

Now. My memory isn’t the greatest so I unfortunately can’t tell you what gave me the idea to do so, but I used my pen and drew what could best be described as a dark, edgy version of one of my friends. Nothing seemed to happen, but then one day my friends get attacked, and I’m sure you can tell who did it. I didn’t tell them that I had made this guy (who I’ll be calling O). I WAS going to eventually, but my friends had a blast foiling whatever evil plans O came up with and I didn’t want to ruin their fun.

Eventually, we managed to trap O in an alternate dimension after beating him for the umpteenth time. He swears that he’ll get his revenge, yadda yadda. We don’t think about it too much. You see, O would always find a way to cause more trouble regardless of what we did to imprison him, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t leave the alternate dimension. So he just stopped showing up. We had other villains to deal with, so we just sorta…forgot about him.

But as of recently, weird things keep happening to me and my friends and I’m starting to think that it’s O’s doing. I’m talking like suuuper bad luck, some friends going missing or being hurt seemingly at random, and just a general feeling that something bad is going to happen. I don’t have any proof that it’s O, but I remembered him as soon as these things started happening.

A week or so ago I sneak off to the dimension where I left O, and I couldn’t find him anywhere. That means he either vanished (since he WAS a drawing after all) or he got out. I feel a bit guilty leaving my friends in the dark like this, but I liked going on adventures with them and bringing bad guys to justice, even if I made them. AITA?

[virgilisspidey]

My art journey in the start of pandemic til now through the eyes of how i draw my persona Nari

Very first iteration of the Nari sona lol

(ew boobs)

I used to draw on paper and trace it on ibispaint and color. I used to shade with black. Pretty much looks shitty and the colors clash a lot, i dont know how to do color combos yet. This was around February of 2021

Thus is where the whole arm warmers thing cane from!!

And the start of ne figuring out my identity!!

I also drew this on paper i think, and it's the start of my thin line art style. My sona usually copies what my hair looked like currently and this was the time where my hair was pretty short, but long enough to look girly.

The skin tone was fixed too

This was June 2021

This one had my real name in it so i had to edit lol.

This was the start of me drawing on my phone full time, i think. No more drawing on paper ans tracing it. This was legitimately drawn digitally.

i think i only ever mentioned it once or twice but i only draw with my fingers btw. A stylus and an art tablet is expensive so i only have mt fingers and phone.

This is also the start of the appearance of the signature striped hoodie as well as the return of the purple hair

This was in August 2021

I think this was also fully drawn digitally

Also the first appearance of the bat and the choker, as well as the purple bangs. And also the bandage on cheek (that i somehow forget sometimes)

The colors were definitely darker.

Not much to say about this. Tho i didn't like the way i did the blush.

Also cut my hair during this time for the first time ans changed my sona accordingly.

Made in September 2021

From here on out its all drawn digitally

Fully digital again and the start of a more stylized version of my hair.

This is the start of the fluffy hair era.

Not much to say here. Tried a new pose, it sucked, colors are still the same.

This was made in November 2021

Full body this time

Nari starts to look like a little shit. This is honestly where the smug cat personality came from, and i startes to sign my art using the name Nari too.

Still pretty much wonky with the anatomy but i'm proud!!

The hoodie became a croptop but i dont follow it lol, it's still a normal hoodie in some art.

Added stripes to the sleeves too.

The short remains plus differenr colored socks!!

This was January 2022

The era of the thick line art art style

This was also one of the drawings that featured fluffu hair Nari.

I deviated from the usual hoodie and gave them some new clothes since i drew them alongside two other ocs.

The story that my sona Nari is in requires them to have an eyepatch since red eyes aren't really that natural lol.

Still have that smug cat smirk.

This was August 2022

This is the latest drawing of Nari before i stopped using them as a sona and actually using one that looks closer to me. Nari is back to being an oc now but they're still my mascot.

I forgot the bandage here lol, but that cat grin is still there. I also added my beauty mark!!

This is January 2023

Lately my sona is just this funny little thing:

It looks more closer to what i actually look like irl.

I started drawing myself with my glasses more too, which i think i got in like 2022-ish.

I started feelong a bit jealous that my other artist friends had a cute style so i started making this little thing when j got bored during pur chemistry subject and it just stuck.

So this is my actual sona now, but i still use Nari from time to time and also took the name Nari as a pseudonym online.

The name cane from me misspelling the word Ocarina with Ocnarina, so you can see me use that name throughout my art journey.

Not really comfortable sharing my actual name yet tho, but it does start with an R since the people on my header (art made by a friend) is called the Toys R Us trio since out names start with an R lol.

As for my username, i used tumblr before to look at Sanders Sides art. It came from Virgil lol.

Virgil was confirmed to be connected with spiders and i thought

Virgil is spidey

And that stuck.

Plus he's purple lol, i love purple.

Anyways that's all

[softpine]

before / after 💜

[starozoa]

at least geno has company..

[andatsea]

XP-Pen Artist Pro 24 Review

I drew this with an XP-Pen Artist Pro 24, which the team at XP-Pen kindly sent to me for review. I’ve had to opportunity to use this tablet on-and-off over the course of the past several weeks, and while there were a few issues my overall impression is positive.

Unboxing / Contents

Apart from the 24” display tablet itself, the package comes with the usual cabling peripherals, plus some bonus extras. If your machine supports a USB-C connection for display, you’ll only need the one cable (plus the power connection). Otherwise, there’s a HDMI and a USB-C to USB converter included as well.

The extras include: an additional stylus, a one-size-fits-all artist’s glove, and a microfiber cloth.

The container for the stylus twists open to reveal 8 extra stylus nibs. Its cap can also be removed to use as a stylus holder.

Driver (Installation & General Use)

There were a few issues with installation, mostly tied to interactions between the driver, Windows 10 and Windows Ink.

Initially, brush strokes were offset from the stylus’ point of contact with the screen by about 3-4 centimetres when attempting to draw in Photoshop CS6. Random straight strokes also occurred frequently. This same problem did not occur in MS Paint or Photoshop CC 2019. This was fixed by changing the UI scaling setting for the monitor in Windows settings from 125% (which was apparently the default) to 100%.

Initially, brush strokes had no pen pressure in Photoshop CC 2019. Photoshop CS6, on the other hand, did (but suffered from the previous offset problem). This was fixed by turning on the Windows Ink setting in the XP-Pen driver menu. So in other words: CC 2019 needs Windows Ink on to recognise pen pressure, while CS6 didn’t, but was affected by UI scaling.

Interestingly, if Windows Task Manager was in focus and Windows Ink was not enabled in driver settings, stylus input was not recognised at all. There may be other programs that have this issue, but this was the only one I encountered so far.

I will say that I’ve had many problems with Wacom drivers interacting badly with Windows Ink and other things in the past before, so these types of issues are not exclusive to the XP-Pen drivers.

I’m currently using driver version 3.0.5, a beta build that has a lovely UI; it’s clear and laid out well. I did also try version 1.6.4 initially, which was fine — the UI for that version was similar to the layout you find with Wacom drivers.

Apart from the issues during installation that required troubleshooting, I haven’t had many major complaints with the driver in day-to-day use, I do think that there are a few areas for improvement, however.

The driver stops working correctly each time the computer is set to sleep and woken up again. To fix this the driver must be exited from the system tray and then relaunched.

There also doesn’t seem to be a way to bind WIN+SHIFT+ARROW to any of the express keys. WIN+SHIFT+ARROW (left or right arrow) is the Windows shortcut to quickly move a focused window to another monitor, so it’s something I use a lot if I’m on a multi-monitor setup. Unfortunately, attempting to set this shortcut in the express keys menu will simply move the actual driver window over to the other monitor while the custom input is not properly recognised in the text field.

The driver does offer a “switch monitor” option for the express keys that when clicked will transfer your stylus input to another monitor, which is extremely useful.

Screen

At 24” with a 2560x1440p QHD resolution, images are sharp and crisp even when viewed from a close range while drawing. Genuinely, it feels great to paint on based off this aspect alone.

The colour temperature is set to 6500K by default in the the driver settings. I think initially it felt just a touch too saturated, but overall I’m fairly happy with the colour display.

The monitor has touch-sensitive inputs on the top right corner: a -/+ for quickly adjusting the brightness, a menu for further settings, and power. I found myself using these to adjust the brightness throughout the day frequently. The power input requires a few seconds of continued contact from your finger to react, which prevents you from accidentally brushing it and turning the monitor on/off.

The monitor comes with a built-in stand. I found it easy to adjust to different viewing angles and also incredibly sturdy. I had no problems leaning on the monitor while drawing.

The monitor also comes with a pre-applied anti-glare screen protector. I wasn’t bothered by it and it seems to be holding out well after several weeks of use. I think the screen itself definitely needs the additional anti-glare, as being a display tablet means that it’s significantly more reflective than my main display.

Stylus

My first impression of the stylus was that it’s lighter in comparison to the Wacom styluses that I’m used to — there is very little to no weighting on the back end of the stylus, which makes it feel noticeably different when gripped. To be honest, though, I forgot about it when I was actually painting. Still, I would prefer a bit more weighting because I do think it makes the stylus more comfortable to hold overall for long periods of time.

There’s also no eraser nib, but I’ve personally never used those on Wacom tablets (I always use shortcuts to switch between brush and eraser instead) so this was a non-issue for me.

The two shortcut buttons on the side of the stylus sit quite flat to the surface, so I think they would be less likely to bother people who don’t use them. I use them a lot, however, and found that they were still easy to click despite being quite flat.

Unfortunately however I ran into a curious issue with using one of the stylus buttons to activate the eyedropper tool. When the “alt” key is mapped to one of the triggers on the stylus, activation of the eyedropper function in Photoshop (tested in both CS6 and CC 2019) is somewhat unreliable. That is, when the “alt” key is held down, the expected result is that once you tap the stylus on the canvas, a “mouse-click” will be triggered and the eyedropper will activate. While this works perfectly fine if you hold down “alt” from the keyboard (or hold down an “alt” that’s bound to one of the 20 express keys), when you hold “alt” from a stylus trigger I found that tapping quickly with the stylus only seemed to activate the eyedropper about 50% of the time. In order to activate it more reliably, I had to press harder and longer with the stylus, which can become tiring and slowed down my painting process. I also found that frequently, pressing down longer would lock me into the eyedropping function until I clicked the trigger key again.

After submitting feedback about this XP-Pen’s R&D department, I was informed that this issue occurs because the stylus is only able to send one message to the tablet at a time. Pressing “alt” on the stylus and trying to “click” at the same time counts as two messages, which may interact with each other unexpectedly. This is why it sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t.

The buttons seem to otherwise work completely fine for any other functions that don’t require the stylus to send two simultaneous messages, so unless you’re like me and like to bind “alt” to a stylus trigger, this won’t affect you.

Pen Pressure & Activation Force

Most current-gen tablets flash a big number for the pen pressure levels as a selling point. Having used tablets with 512, 2k, 4k and 8k levels of pressure sensitivity, I’d say I noticed the biggest difference when switching from 512 to 2k, but in my opinion beyond 2k the change is minimal and has no real impact on the way I draw. The XP-Pen Artist Pro 24 comes with 8192 levels of sensitivty, which is a very big number, but in practical application all I can say is that it works the way I expect it to and I don’t have any complaints regarding the transition between pressure levels on the default linear pressure curve.

More importantly I did notice that the IAF (initial activation force) was not as low as I would have liked. Very light input is not recognised, or only partially recognised before dropping off and on again. In a practical sense this doesn’t actually impact me through most of (perhaps 97%) of the painting process, but it did give me pause once in a while when I wanted to make a really light stroke and had to adjust my method. The drivers for this tablet do come with a pressure curve you can adjust to your preferences, so this can help a little, although after some tests I preferred to leave mine on the default setting.

Summary of Drawing Experience (tl;dr)

I think the mark of a good tool or piece of hardware is that it does not draw attention to itself during the course of its use. An ideal drawing experience allows me to be fully immersed in the act of drawing without having my focus shifted to dealing with the tool. With this in mind the XP-Pen Artist Pro performed very well for the most part, but was held back by a couple of issues.

Pros:

The monitor resolution honestly feels great to look at; the pixel density means that I can basically forget about pixels even with my face positioned closer to the screen.

The parallax between the tip of the stylus and the actual position of input was very minimal and basically not noticeable for me, especially after the simple calibration process offered by the driver.

At normal room temperature (say up to about mid-20’s celsius) the monitor screen stays impressively cool to the touch and I was never bothered by resting my drawing hand on its surface even when painting for long sessions.

The 20 express keys and 2 roller rings are extremely helpful and I actually found myself using all of them, despite initially thinking that I’d only need half of them. The keys are also comfortable and responsive to click (which sounds like it should obviously be so, but having used some Intuos iterations in the past which had some very annoying-to-click express keys, I don’t take this feature for granted anymore).

Cons:

The driver needs to be restarted everytime the computer wakes from sleep in order to work.

Higher IAF was noticeable when very light strokes were desirable. Also, the input will on rare occasions glitch by performing a completely straight max opacity + max brush size stroke. This seemed to happen primarily when I was trying to get light strokes to register. (It didn’t happen often enough to bother me much since it’s just a quick undo, but it did happen enough times that I noticed it.)

The issue with eyedropping using “alt” mapped to a stylus trigger as detailed above. Quite unlucky for someone like me who has over a decade of muscle memory for this particular mapping.

Overall, as I said at the beginning, my impression of the tablet is positive. While I think it has room for improvement when it comes to driver performance and the initial activation force especially, it also has a lot to offer at a highly competitive price point ($900USD at retail), and it would’ve been amazing if something like this had been available to me back when I first started digital painting. As I do enjoy using it for the most part I’ll probably continue to use it on-and-off in future.

[wattpadscapcons]

*rolls on in a office chair* Hello wolf aonn here can I have a fnaf 1(seplily)x reader where the reader do art comisons? *rolls on out*

Hey! You can't just roll that thing through my café! You're gonna leave marks on the wooden floor! Ugh I just had that cleaned! Café drama set aside, I will have to tweek this ask, both in characters and change the reader to be a freelance artist.

The following ask is directed to take place after the events of the "Falling For A Security Guard" Asks except for Mangle, since no one has asked for them yet. Theirs will be written on another date.

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Freddy w/ Freelance Artist S/O

- Like on any normal shift, Freddy would come in to see you to talk

- This time he saw you, with a drawing tablet

- "Hey S/O, what are you doing?" "OH! Oh god I forgot I was at work again...." "You ok?" "Yeah I'm fine Freddy, I'm just getting some art commissions out of the way." "You're an artist?" "A freelancing artist." "Ah so you do this for extra income." "Exactly."

- He'd actually take some interest in what you were drawing pretty often

- "Hey Freddy can I get you to stand still for a little while?" "Why?" "A customer actually asked for me to draw you." "Well alright then. Just let me check for Foxy every once in a while." "Sure thing."

- Would be happy if you were actually drawing him in your free time

- And if you were to show him that art sometime

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Chica w/ Freelance Artist S/O

- "Hey S/O, what are you drawing?" "Oh, Chica, sorry I forgot where I was for a second." "Guess you got really into your art for a second, am I right?" "Yeah, you could say that." "You doodling for fun?" "I'm a freelancing artist." "What's that mean?" "I create art on commission for extra income." "Oh. Well that didn't answer my first question." "What did you ask?" "What are you drawing?"

- She's very interested in your job

- She'd be doodling on a notepad along aside you while getting up every once a while to check that Foxy wasn't coming

- "Hey look Y/N, I drew you!" "Very nice work Chica, oh but don't forget to sign it." "Oh shoot."

- If you asked to draw her she'd get all giddy about it

- She likes asking about the things your customers ask you to draw, a lot

- Would totally ask to see some of your older art too

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Bonnie w/ Freelance Artist S/O

- "S/O? Are you drawing?" "Ah! Oh it's just you. Sorry Bonnie I was kinda in the zone there." "I could tell, I would've thought my presence in the room would be enough to get you to look up." "Yeah I tend to forget where I work sometimes." "So, back to what I was asking..." "Yeah I'm doing freelancing art. I had a few commissions that I had been waiting a while to do." "Were you having problems?" "I couldn't chose an art style I liked enough."

- While he is interested in art he isn't one to draw, he's afraid of messing up

- He'd probably ask if you could draw him

- "Hey Y/N?" "Yeah Bon?" "You think you could draw me?" "If you can stay still long enough in a single position, then sure."

- Loves looking through your art if you carry around a sketchbook, his fingers won't allow him to scroll on your tablet

- "Ah, this is great Y/N! You can even do color?" "Yeah it took a lot of practice. I can do both traditional and digital." "You're so cool Y/N." "Says the Rockstar rabbit."

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Foxy w/ Freelance Artist S/O

- "Aye, lass! What you doing there?" "Oh s***! Foxy don't scare me like that!" "Sorry there Y/N, but I've been standing here for a few minutes waiting for ye to notice I was 'ere." "Ah I'm sorry, I was just focused in getting these commissions done." "Ye mean the art right?" "Yeah." "I didn't realize I had such a talented partner."

- Definitely wants you draw him

- "Lass could ye draw me?" "I'm sure I could. Can you stand still long enough to get a good start on you?" "Aye!" "Alright. Go stand over there for me."

- Sad that he can’t actually draw with you, due to the hook

- "Lass do you have any tape?" "Paper ripped again?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry Foxy."

- He can't even really look through your sketchbook because he's afraid of ripping up your artwork on accident

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Mangle w/ Freelance Artist S/O

- "Hello, hello!" "Ah! Oh, it's just you Mangle." "Just dropping in to check on my favorite person....Are you drawing?" "Yeah, I have a few commissions to do." "Ah, this for extra income?" "I got to pay bills somehow hon." "You could just stay here with me." "I like being alive long enough to do laundry, but I appreciate the sentiment." "Awe come on, I won't bite." "Foxy will though."

- Likes just watching you draw on your tablet while hanging down

- They do attempt to doodle on occasion, but due to their endoskeleton, they have some trouble

- "Y/N, could you hold the paper still for me?" "Having trouble with your endoskeleton again?" "Yes, I really wish the day shifters would work on fixing me." "I could try to at least fix your arms if that'll help." "That would be great. Thank you."

- If you bring your sketchbook to work, they'll end up swiping it and return it to you the next day

- They'll sing praise to you over your work

- "You're such a great artist Y/N!" "Thanks Mangle. I thought your work was great too." "Oh stoppp! You're way better!"

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TB Drabbles – The Nanny

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The squall of an infant burst from the silence, far off but still piercing. Beau straightened behind his desk, anxiety surging as he peered into the hallway in search of the source.

"Easy, Beautician," Garnet muttered from his desk, unbothered and still tapping away on his cellphone.

"It's a baby," Beau whispered, getting to his feet at another spiking wail.

"Yep, and you gotta report to finish." But the crying was getting closer, louder, shaking with the volume and rapid repetition. Garnet noticed as well, lifting his head with a frown. Valetta appeared, hurrying down the hall with a bundle pressed to her shoulder. Dropping his phone on the desk, Garnet stepped around to meet her.

"Oh man, dude, I'm so sorry," Valetta made small swaying motions in hopes of soothing the crying, patting a hand against their back. "I know I’m off today, but I totally forgot to get my mileage turned into HR by two so I don't miss credit."

"V, why didn't you just call me? Christ, I thought something was wrong," Garnet let out a deep breath. "I could've got those turned in for you."

"It won't take but two seconds. Sorry, I know Mo's hella loud. I’m babysitting today and he’s teething." She gave him a slight bounce, following Garnet to his desk.

"Want me to hold him?"

"Ch'yeah –no," she chuckled deeply.

"The fuck that supposed to mean?"

"No offense, but I've seen how many phones you've been through in the last six months." She bent awkwardly, trying to balance the baby as she pecked at Garnet's keyboard. Beau wanted to offer, awkwardly stepping closer in some silent hope it was noticed without overstepping boundaries. He couldn't shake the uneasy sensation the sounds the wailing made him feel. The baby was scared. Hurting.

Movement in the doorway drew his attention away, surprised to find Ives standing there. As if confused, he lingered, staring at the child before glancing at Beau. Then, without a hitch, he continued over to Garnet's desk.

"Lieutenant, I have the information you requested from the analysis team. Thatcher asked for the data to not be replicated, hence why I couldn't transfer it to you digitally." Leaning around Valetta, he passed the tablet to him, greedily taken for him to squint at the screen.

"Yes. You heard if that jagoff the detectives got their hands on talked yet?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Ives looked at the child, studying for a moment with a faint pinch of the brows. "Here, Valetta," he almost whispered, sliding a hand between her and the infant. She took a moment to pass the child over, helping him tuck the rag over the shoulder of his uniform.

"So the battering ram can hold the kid?"

"Human infants and cats aren't very different. Both like warmth and to be coddled. I have experience holding Ryker's cats."

"Ooh, is that what the kids are calling –oof!" Garnet wheezed as Valetta dropped into his lap, focused on the computer as she typed madly. "Jeez… V, careful." Beau's attention was focused on Ives, rocking calmly with small bounces. The child had struggled for a bit, tiny fingers finding a hold on the collar of his uniform, bunching it to their mouth as they cried.

"What am I looking at here?" Garnet's voice was still arid, grimacing as he pointed at something on the tablet. Without ruining his soothing dance, Ives leaned over to inspect it.

"That's the number of hits over the last six months between the IP addresses in the apartment building to the servers you and Beau discovered." Garnet passed him a squinted scowl.

"186?"

"This axis is in the thousands. One hundred and eighty-six thousand." Ives pointed to something on the screen. Garnet's scowl stretched into a gawk, eyes flicking over the top of Valetta's head to Beau.

"In six months? That's... that's like..."

"At least 1,033.3 repeating, a day." Ives clarified.

"Oh my gosh!" Valetta hissed, sitting up with her arms stretched out. "Shh! Do you hear that?" They all paused. Silence.

"What? I don't hear nothin'."

"Exactly! Mo stopped crying," she whipped around to look at Ives. "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Cats," Ives' mouth curled at the edges. Beau had never seen him that way. Beaming, eyes squinted with how proud he was standing there, infant tucked to his jaw, suckling on the embroidered collar, soft and asleep. He was night and day from the breaching unit on the borderline of crashing he'd been just a few nights ago.

He's happy.

Valetta hurried to finish, done as fast as she had said, and Ives offered to carry Mo to the car so as to not wake him. Thanking him a hundred times over, she followed Ives out, whispering the entire way. Either something the virus had done, or the new attachment he had with Ryker, or his place back on the patrol unit, Ives seemed entirely different. Whole. Perhaps it took all of those things to make him so.

"They make you anxious?" Garnet snapped his attention from the empty doorway, nodding to Beau's fidgeting hands.

"Kinda..."

"Yeah, me too." Garnet leaned back in his seat, smiling wistfully, "like I'm gonna mess something up. And they ain't no going back and fixing that." Waving him over he picked the tablet back up. Beau made his way around his desk, staring down at the data that confirmed what they had already known that night at the club. "You got somethin' to feel good about too, though. See? You got this here. You got Ryker justice."

"It was your idea," Beau mumbled, taking the tablet as Garnet got to his feet. "You knew it, I just tagged along."

"You got us in. You found the server room. You got a hole knocked in your chest protecting me and this data. You did it." He stood there, staring at Beau, "You should be just as smug as that guy."

"I'm just glad everyone's okay."

"Me too," Garnet tipped his head low, hand cupping Beau's nape to bring their foreheads together. "Especially you. Wouldn't be here without ya." Beau leaned into him, wondering if this was the same happiness Ives felt. Hot and bright.

When Garnet did move away, Beau fumbled to catch his balance. "Give that a look over and bask in it. I'm going out for a smoke while it's just drip dropin'." He clapped Beau on the back, stepping away for the door. "And Beau?" He turned, cigarette already tucked in the corner of his lips. "You got nothin' to be anxious about. Kids love you." He winked and disappeared down the hall.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

By the king’s hand 🐍 VII

Warnings: warnings to be added as we progress but this series may contain non-consent, violence, death, and other triggers (this chapter, noncon, binding, nothing too extreme beyond my usual)

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You dread Loki’s return.

Note: Managed to get this out as I prepare for retail hell on Friday but y’all are wonderful! Thanks for reading and thanks for your patience.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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The chamber was eerie and silent as you awaited the king’s return. You didn’t long for it, only knew it was inevitable. 

You regretted your venture outside; reproached yourself for your curiosity and your lapse into impulse. You’d been pent up for days, weeks, truly. Even the road to Thunder Lodge had allowed you little adventure. You were continuously crushed under the thumb of the willful king.

You recalled the night before, how quickly Loki had grown irritated and how he’d smothered you in his wrath. Your throat tightened at the memory. You couldn’t imagine he’d been any less agitated after that day. Why did his brother always have to goad him so?

You stared up at the portrait of Odin, the former king. Thor bore more of a resemblance to his father but even in oil, there was a darkness that hung around the predecessor. Loki had inherited it. It followed him around like a cloud. Perhaps it had been fostered in him through the blatant preference for the elder prince. For all the indifference and resent held over him. Loki had just as much to dole out in kind. His reign would be his ultimate vengeance.

Or perhaps, he was just a spoiled little boy who grew to be a selfish asshole. Both, even.

You were drawn from your reverie by the low hum of voices in the corridor and the metallic chink of armor. Magnus’ deep tones seeped through the stone walls and under the broad door. You took a breath and stopped as you turned to face the carved wood. 

The king entered, still in his armor, his dark hair curled from sweat and dust. His green eyes were sharp above his long nose as he carried his helm beneath his arm. You flinched as he slammed the metal onto the table and the door snapped shut behind him. He rested his gauntleted hand on the wood and tapped his fingers, his back to you as he huffed.

He pushed his head back and slipped his mailed gloves from his hands. He unclothed himself of his armor a piece at a time and laid them each atop the table. He didn’t look at you or acknowledge your hovering presence as you watched him. You knew he hadn’t forgot you though. He never did.

He stretched his arms and curled his fingers with an exaggerated sigh. His hands went to his hips as he turned slowly. His tunic hung open down his chest, loose as his belt coiled on the tablet with the heap. His eyes traced the mortar between the stones of the floor then crawled deliberately up your body. You were tempted to shield yourself behind the sofa.

His mouth curved at one corner and his eyes shone with malice. He sniffed and puffed his chest as he considered you.

“Did you think you were unseen?” He asked.

Your brow wrinkled as your lips parted slightly. You shook your head, speechless. You glanced at the door and he snapped his fingers.

“Do not fret about my guard. I will deal with his negligence in turn.” He snarled. “I saw you…and I know you saw me, mouse.” He came closer and you resisted the urge to cower, “So, if I did spot you from my deficit, how many others do you suppose spied you among the rows?”

“I don’t-- They--”

“I do not ask you to speak!” He raised his voice as his eyes gleamed dangerously. “Still that tongue before I should wish to strangle the breath from you entirely and never hear your lies again.”

You reeled as the fear pumped in your heart. Your skin tingled with adrenaline as you watched the king boil over. Like a snake, he readied for a final strike and you could not guess where it would land.

“Unclothe yourself. You show yourself ungrateful to all the privilege I’ve allowed you.” He hissed. “Do it or I shall tear it from your body myself.”

You blanched and your lips twitched. There was nothing you could say but he took it as resistance. He was on you in a moment. Around the sofa, both hands at your throat as he wrenched you nearly off your feet.

“Do not think I cannot find another. There are many whores prettier and more tolerable,” his longer fingers tightened on your neck. “I will not wait on your insolence.”

He released you so that you staggered. You caught yourself on the arm of the sofa and bent your arm back to tug at the laces of your gown. He reached over them and snapped them, jolting your body as he did. The fabric slackened and he paced impatiently across the room.

You shimmied free of the gown and bent to slip your feet from the silk slippers. He offered little more than a sheath and you stood naked and scared. He went to the door and opened it an inch. He whispered an order to his guard and was met with acquiescence. He pushed the door shut and turned on you again.

“Get on your knees and stay thus until I say,” he bid and continued his restless steps around the room. 

He stopped by the table and drew the dagger from his disposed belt. He turned the blade and admired it in the light. A tap came at the door and he called for the guard to enter. You lowered your head before Magnus saw you though you did not miss the length of rope in his hands.

“Bind her,” Loki rasped, “Neck to hands. Like the animal she is.”

You winced as the heavy boots approached you. Magnus was gruff as he pushed your head up and he smiled tauntingly at you as he wounded the thick rope around your neck, from chin to collarbone. Your head was held up by the tight rope and he moved around you to trail the rope along your back. He bent your arms behind you and secured them tightly and painfully behind you. 

You struggled to keep your balance as he stepped away. The king nodded. “Take her to the bed chamber,” Loki sneered, “On the bed.”

He did not move as Magnus lifted you to your feet. He turned you and marched you across the room and into the next. He shoved you meanly so that you hit the bed and landed on your front. He snickered and bent over you. “I did warn you.”

“Get the fuck away from me,” you retorted.

“With pleasure,” he stood and marched from the room.

You heard the doors again and you were left to lay helplessly on the mattress. You listened to the still air as you waited, for what, you were too afraid to ask. The king took his time; you heard the clink of glass and his suppressed anger in his sighs. His shadow loomed over you as he appeared in the doorway. He neared like a spectre as you strained to look at him without leaning too heavily on your arm. You were stuck on your stomach as you wriggled helplessly.

“Be still,” he pressed the metal tip of the dagger to your thigh and his other hand spread across your ass. 

“Your majesty, please--”

“Another word and I’ll cut your tongue out. I tire of it.” He pushed the blade flat and dragged it along the curve of your flesh. “You peasants, you have your wives’ tales but we have more. We have history written in ink. We have the truth.” He said evenly as he teased your skin with the silver, “I once read, that in the early years of our kingdom, when drought and famine was common, even among the rich, that the kings kept more than one woman.”

He poked you but did not break the skin. “He had his wife; a queen, to stand by him, but if she could not provide him and heir, he had his consorts. There was one king, my own father’s namesake, who had a dozen such women and twice as many children…

“More intriguing, it was said the king would mark his women so that other men would know not to touch. So that the women would know that blood should be drawn if they stray.” He turned you over suddenly and you rested agonizingly on your bent arms, your chest thrust up. He climbed between your legs and held up the knife. He placed it above your left breast. “Perhaps you need another lesson in blood.”

He pierced your skin and you muffled a yelp. You jerked and his other hand spread over the rope at your neck. He held you down and tutted.

“Do not move or I might mangle you,” he pressed more firmly as he began to carve your flesh. You bared your teeth and whined. Your entire body tense as he sliced. Tears pricked as the hot blood rose.

He drew away at last and smiled at his work. You could not see as your head was kept up by the layers of rope. He backed off the bed and set the dagger aside. He kept his back to you as he lifted his tunic over your head, you could only see the blur of his silhouette as you remained prone on the bed. The rustle of clothing filled your ears as your body thrummed.

You tried to roll over and he caught you. He pushed you onto your arms again and you squeaked. He lifted your hips as your arms were strained further and bent his legs around you as he pulled yours atop them. He propped up your pelvis as you were splayed against him and he roughly pushed his thumb along your folds. He poked painfully inside and growled.

“I’ve been patient but I see that my grace does not but inspire your petulance.” His other hand stroked his member as it bobbed before him, “So let us be done with it.”

You squirmed as he angled his cock down and kept his other hand on your cunt. He curled his thumb inside you as he guided his head to your entranced. He pushed against his knuckle as you wriggled helplessly, only adding to the painful pressure as he continued to prod at you.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he slid his thumb out and pushed harder. You strained around him as he sought entrance. “You tight little bitch.”

Your struggle only added to your discomfort. His hand stretched over your lower stomach as he held you in place and he forced his tip inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent scream at the pain as it shot up your spine.

“Stop!” You gasped. “Stop! Ow…”

Your voice fizzled as he gripped your hip and urged himself deeper. Another inch felt like much more and you bit down to keep from shrieking. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe through the pain. He grabbed your chin and bent over you as he slid further in.

“Look at me,” he growled as he squeezed your jaw, “Look at your king.” He bit his lip and snapped his hips down and impaled you completely. You cried out as waves of pain radiated through you. “You’re mine. My pet.”

He slid his hand around your neck and pulled you up suddenly. He sat back on his heels with you in his lap. He sank even further into you and you hung weak in his grasp. Every inch of you screamed as your vision swam.

He kept a hand behind your neck as the other rocked your hips. He moved you slowly but steadily. As you slickened, your motion grew easier but not less agonizing. Your walls throbbed around him as you panted against the coil at your neck.

You saw a smear of red against his chest, it spread as he moved you. You realised it was your blood, still trickling from his assault. 

“Look at me, mouse,” he snarled as he squeezed your neck. “Look at me.”

His green eyes bore into yours as he bounced you atop. He lifted you and slammed you back down so sharply that you moaned. Your legs bent around him as you tried to ease the pressure as that warmth gathered in your loins at the friction of him against your bud. Your thighs clenched as you felt the magical rise and you nearly forgot all but that immeasurable pleasure in your core.

He stopped you suddenly. He breathed deeply and jostled you a top him. He shifted so that he sat with his legs straight and he dropped onto his back. Both his hands grasped your hips and he rocked you again. You straddled him precariously as he guided your body over his.

The muscles of his arms bulged as he gazed up at you in a lusty haze, driven by it as he moved your hips faster and faster, pulling you down harder each time. There was a dark bruise along his shoulder but you quickly forgot it. You tried to swallow the sudden ecstasy that washed over you, as your nerves flurried and bounced in a storm of delight.

Your eyes rolled back and he dug his nails into your flesh. “Look at me…” he rasped and you obeyed without thought. 

His cheek twitched and his body went rigid then began to quiver beneath you. He held your hips in place and thrust into you from below. He grunted and groaned and a flow of heat spilled into you. He spasmed and slowed until he was still. He let out a long breath and his hands slipped to your thighs.

You sat stunned, as every muscle in your body suddenly ached. He tickled you as he lifted his hands and groped your chest. He played with your tits lazily and watched his hands. He circled your nipples with his thumbs and hummed. You felt a twitch inside of you. He carefully moved his hips.

“You will know your sentence tonight, little mouse,” he purred, “And you will serve it for so long as I wish.”

🐍

You slept, uncomfortably. Little spurts of unconsciousness where the stiffness never truly left your neck and the tenderness lingered in your cunt. Loki snored beside you, content. Your elbows ached, still bent and often trapped beneath your weight.

You woke for the last time as the sun began to rise. Shortly after, a tap came at the bedchamber door. Loki did not stir at first and did so with a groggy call for the disturber to enter. You bent your legs up to try to hid yourself as Hal appeared in the soft morning light.

“Your majesty, your breakfast,” the boy said as Loki sat up and rubbed his eyes. His hair was knotted and wild.

“In a moment,” Loki grumbled, “Take this,” he reached over to the dagger, “Did you also put away my armor?”

“I did, your majesty,” Hal took the knife and you closed your eyes in shame. Loki had the cover of the blankets but you had nothing.

“Very well, return in an hour for my bath,” he bid. The boy left without more than his assent.

Loki snickered and you felt his hand on your arm. He laid back and turned onto his side. He draped his arm around you and tugged at the knot by your wrists. He loosened the rope and pulled it away until you were free. The skin beneath was raw and warm.

He drew back and touched the mark he’d left on your chest. You winced and looked down as you fell onto your back and straightened your arms. His symbol, two snakes intertwined, skillfully cut into your flesh. You closed your eyes in shame.

“You will never forget me, mouse,” he murmured, “And none will ever forget that you are mine.”

You said nothing. You felt like crying; like screaming. He moved closer and you felt his hard member against your leg. He slipped from beneath the covers and lifted himself over you. He forced a knee between your legs. 

You opened your eyes as he held himself over you and pushed against your entrance. You gulped as he slid inside. It still hurt very much.

You braced his shoulders as he impaled you. You breathed between your teeth and peaked down at your bodies. He was covered in black and blue splotches; bruised from his battle with his brother, from which armor couldn’t even protect him.

“Do you like how I look inside you?” He teased, “How I feel?”

You turned your head away and stared at the wall. He chuckled and nuzzled your temple.

“I don’t know how I should ever keep myself from you now,” his hot breath seared your skin and you shivered as another heat began to blossom.

🐍

The wardrobe was locked and you were allowed no clothing when Loki left you. Nor were you allowed to stray from the bedchamber. The receiving chamber was also closed and you were to linger in your cell. The last of the tournament would be marked with a feast and the claiming of prizes by the champions.

You kept a sheet around you. You felt grimy and used. The king had bathed after he ate but had forbidden you the same. You were to remain filthy; his touch lingered on you; inside of you.

You sat by the window but did not look out. You listened to the titter of birds and the distant crowd. You weren’t so curious as before. The nobles could keep their games.

You dozed in the slat of sunlight that leaked in between the curtains and didn’t wake for some hours. Despite your despair and the way your nerves never quite stopped, you were too exhausted to resist. Your body was stiff as you woke in the chair, sore from the abuse of the king.

You rose and paced for a time. You found the book Loki had left on the side table and flipped through the pages. You didn’t know the letters or what they said but you admired the colourful illuminations. You felt an urge to cry but did not. Could not. That would be his final victory and you would keep it from him or as long as you could.

The day wore on and evening shrouded the sky without. You wondered if Loki would return with the same fervour or be too fatigued from a day of gaiety. You distracted yourself by twists and knotting the rope which had formerly bound you. A single lantern burned as you grew restless.

Then you heard the door. More jarringly, you heard a voice that was not the king’s. The deep tone was cheery and was met with Loki’s cool timbre. You moved to the door and listened as you hugged the sheet around you.

“Brother, it is late, I have an early morning,” Loki bemoaned, “I haven’t time for another drink.”

“But you do require it. Your mood remains.” The visitor, Thor you could guess, returned. “Are you so quick to be away? You might stay for another day. My wife is most happy to host your court.”

“The very court you left behind,” Loki countered.

“I do miss you, brother,” a chair leg whined against the floor and Loki sighed. “One glass. For me. For father.”

“In spite of father,” Loki replied. Glass met the table and you heard a cork pop. “One glass.”

The brothers went on as such. Little japes and jabs. You still wondered why the elder had stepped aside but he did sound happier away from the royal parade. You listened passively, knowing that when Thor was gone, Loki would have no reason to delay.

“I know you are still sour from our contest,” Thor intoned, “But know I did not mean to slight you.”

“A game. I know,” Loki assured him though he was less than convincing.

“You always did enjoy games.” Thor said, “You are adept at toying with others. It is why you will be a better king.”

There was a silence. A glass was set down.

“I know you did not come to praise me so, brother, so why is it you’ve chosen to hound my chambers this night?”

“Always so distrusting. I never looked at you as an adversary as you have me.” Thor replied. “Can’t we set this all behind us. You have the crown--”

“So why do you pace my chambers as if you have lost a precious ring?” Loki challenged.

“I have sat much today. I wish to stretch my legs.”

“You are a poor liar.” Loki sneered. “If you will not be forthright, you will leave me in peace.”

“Well, you know how it can be. How word travels quickly. How the slightest inconsistency does stir the servants to chatter and the ladies to repeat it.”

“As you said, brother, you aren’t so skilled at toying with others so what is it?”

“You are keeping a secret. From me. From your court.” Thor said staunchly, “You dress her in servant’s garb and keep her in your chamber but I do believe that boy with the dusty hair is your attendant.”

“What are you doing? Don’t--”

The door opened suddenly and you looked up as a large figure stood over you. You blinked and clutched the sheet as you got to your knees and backed away. Loki appeared beside his brother and wrenched him back.

“What does it matter if I seek relief?” Loki huffed, “You have your wife and it is no secret that her condition does see your eye astray.”

“Where did you get this creature?” Thor tried to pull away from his brother but Loki clung to him. 

“Never you mind. You’ve a staff of your own, an entire city of willing harlots beyond your gates.”

“I am only curious,” Thor shook off Loki and advanced on you again. You struggled to your feet and he raised his palms. “I will not hurt you, lady.”

You looked to Loki and he shook his head. As your eyes returned to Thor, his were on your chest, just above the sheet. You covered the incisions there. He smiled and spun back to his brother.

“Should you not marry before--”

“I have time to marry and I will find a princess to fill the crown,” Loki insisted, “You needn’t worry, brother. It is my throne now and I will tend to it.”

“And how should a princess feel when she is met with another in her spot? Even calling her a queen could not absolve her affront.”

“Why are you so concerned?” Loki spat.

“Merely… curious,” Thor neared his brother, “And surprised… perhaps she might ease that lance ever lodged up your--”

“Good night, brother,” Loki barked and strode to the door, “You’ve had your drink.”

“I understand your impatience,” Thor stopped by the door and looked back at you, “I understand it too well.”

“Just go.” Loki opened the door. “As I’ve said, I’ve an early morning.”

“Late night, as well,” Thor chuckled. “Good night, your majesty.”

With that, the elder Odinson left and the door was closed with venom. Loki spun and leaned against it with a growl. You watched through the door frame and his eyes met yours.

“I’m sorry--”

“Quiet,” Loki pushed himself away from the painted wood, “Come.”

He beckoned you forth and you reluctantly crossed the room. He met you halfway and tore the sheet away from your body. He pulled you close and ran his hands up and down your figure. He turned you and bent you over the table so that your hips met it with a pang.

He hastily untied his trousers and freed himself. He sheathed his cock in you without hesitation and you went rigid as you braced the table.

“You know what you’ve done?” He rutted into you as his words were harried by his breath. “My brother… he never let me have a toy of my own.” He crashed into you without relent. “Even the throne he did not hand over until he tired of it. Until he realised--” Loki groaned and sped up. “We must leave as soon as we can.”

[hattersarts]

So @XPPen sent me their new pen display tablet to review! It’s the new Innovator 16 (https://xp-pen.com/product/638.html) with a 15.6 inch display.

Full review under cut with more pics! 

First off my only regular use of this type of drawing on display is my 12.9 ipad for travel and the occasional go on a cintiq or yiynova in the past so im no expert with pen displays, I work with a wacom intuos pro on the daily.

image above shows everything they include in the box, they include a power block (and every converter) but if you have the USB space you can run it purely off your pc (2 USB and 1 HDMI port) which was so smooth and lass faffy then needing another plug. 

side note i love the travel pen holder w/ nibs, it sucks when my pen gets dusty when i chuck it in a pencil case to travel.

The screen is really nice to work with its a 1920 x 1080 pixel size with a screen 13”9 x 7”10 with makes the ppi just over 140 which didn't make me feel like I could see every single pixel on the screen. I also liked the physical size, it didn't cramp my desk nor my drawing, my UI wasn’t 5 miles across the desk. They have actual stats about the colour profile on the product page but all i can say is the colours were loooooovveellyyyyy on my eyeballs.

The tooth on the screen is great, v similar to a paper texture ipad cover, the wheel supports two settings (one on the black (virtual), one on the outer silver (mechanical) and the buttons have notches and size differences to tell them apart under your fingers. (I dont use hotkeys on tablets, too many buttons to map and my intuos's are all taped up bc i kept spilling hot drinks on them while i worked, which i ALSO accidently did with this xp pen tablet with coffee and it survived!)

next thing is the size, this thing is /THIN/ its 9mm wide yet feels super solid and that's what really struck me when i first lifted it out of the box. I'm on Win 7 (I KNOW) Clip Studio and installation was a dream I just plugged it in to my pc, downloaded & installed the drivers, restarted once and I was good to go. (they said you should remove all other drivers before you install theirs but i forgot to uninstall wacom’s and it was fine, its unfortunately incompatible with wacom’s and you cant have pen pressure on both only the xp-pen when both are installed)

There's slightly more parallax on this than the ipad but wayyy less than older display tablets that i've used and it didnt get in the way of my drawing, also no lag that affected my drawing.

main con for me is the lightest pen pressure, it doesn't pick up the pen when you drag it across the surface of the screen using only its own weight pushing down unlike my intuos, this did affect my sketching since I work very lightly. (i'm only using the stand they provided here)   (Video link to example of what i mean)

If you add a little bit of pressure it picks it up fine but it gave me the feeling like my pen was skipping the beginning of my strokes. The pen is a little lighter than the wacom one and this almost felt like it might be solved with a heavier pen? I got more used to this as I drew with it over the day and didn't affect my painting and it’s def something you could get used to over time.

I spent all day with it yesterday and rigged a somewhat ergonomic stand with the one they give you which is sturdy and travelable but not a good angle or height for long period of drawing (oh for the day tablet producers ship their products with good stands) I worked on it for about 8 hours and it never got hot.

Overall I'm really impressed with the tablet, it eliminates a lot of my past gripes with pen displays and I think if you like working with them, it's currently £449 ($499) in their stores which i think is great bang for your buck with this.

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