#it was fun fiddling with my shading again!

[sinnabee]

doodle of magician sun and @crazedauthor 's sona i doodled for funsies ^^

[tojipie]

what would it be like if toji had a needy cry baby gf 😣😣😣

this is such a cute ask omg :(( had so much fun writing this! enjoy

content: anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff

the telltale sound of a buzzing phone wakes you from your catnap. you shift on the couch, lifting your head from toji’s lap to gather yourself.

“what is it?” he mumbles, pulling your blanket back over your shoulders to keep you warm. the hum of the TV almost lulls you back asleep, eyes fluttering shut.

“mm y’r phone is ringing.” you whisper groggily, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand.

“you wanna go get it for me?” toji asks, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you stand up from the couch, blanket still wrapped tight around your shoulders.

“it’s probably on the bathroom counter.” he notes, kissing you again as a thank you. he was always tender with you when you were sleepy. your heart soars as you make your way upstairs and into your shared room.

you can practically feel the ringing as you cross the threshold of the bedroom door, padding past the bed and into the connected bathroom with a hum.

he must’ve forgotten it here when the two of you had showered earlier you reason, shading your eyes from the lights the two of you left on.

you head towards the counter, grabbing the device and immediately dropping it onto the solid tile.

WHACK

… shit

“shitshitshit.” you curse, toji’s ringtone coming to a stop as soon as the phone had hit the floor.

your heart sinks to your feet all the way through the marbled tile and into the dirt as you approach the device, praying the sound it’d made on impact wasn’t as serious as you remembered.

“no.. nonono oh my god.” you whisper, immediately crouching down to pick his phone up off the floor, eyes filling with tears as you try to gauge the damage.

just as you feared, a massive crack running down one corner to another. the bottom left corner of the screen was completely blacked out save for a few blinking pixels around the edge, it’s touch screen barely responsive as your thumb runs along the electronic gash

hot tears run down your face as you realize the seriousness of what you’d done. toji needed this phone for work, practically had it on him at all times except for when he was at home.

he’d be mad at you, right? this was serious damage, something neither of you could brush off. his kindness only went so far you gathered.

and since when was bathroom tile that destructive? god, you were going to throw up.

“you ok?” your boyfriend yells from downstairs, turning your blood cold.

“yup!” you respond, voice shaking a little more than you intended. your wrap your blanket tighter around your quivering body, quickly wiping your tears with the soft fabric.

“who was calling?”

you curse again, tapping the shattered screen to try and look at the caller ID. you can barely make out shiu’s name with all the damage.

“it’s shiu.” you yell back, trying to soothe the redness around your eyes and nose in the mirror.

the stairs creak as you wobble downstairs, cheeks still wet with fresh tears. what were you even going to tell him? that you dropped his phone once and now it was practically unusable?

“hey thank you sweet gi—”

Toji’s face falls at the sight of you, immediately standing up to wrap you in his arms. your quiet sniffles turn into full blown sobbing as you clutch the phone to your chest, trying your best to hide it from him.

“what’s wrong pretty?” your boyfriend whispers, rubbing your back with a huge hand. the older man presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead, leading you over to the couch and pulling you into his warm lap.

“i dropped your phone.” you whimper, shaky hands fiddling with the device as you prepare to disappoint the love of your life.

“yeah?” toji mumbles understandingly. “let’s see it baby, don’t worry.” he reassures you, taking his phone from your lap and turning it over.

“it’s just it was still wet cause you were answering a text in the shower and it slipped from my hand and—”

you gauge his face for an inevitable scowl, maybe a scoff. whatever it was, you deserved it.

instead, toji smiles.

“oh my god.” you whimper. was he so mad that he had no choice to smile? was there simply not any other expression to convey how upset he was?

toji surprises you again as he throws the phone to the side, letting it bounce across the couch cushions.

“that’s it?” he laughs, rubbing up and down your sides.

“you sniffle again, wiping your eyes.

“whadduya mean that’s it… i broke it.” you practically sob, turning to get up from his lap.

warm hands circle around your arms, leading your smaller body back to his chest. the older man wipes your cheeks with both thumbs, pressing an impossibly soft kiss to your hairline.

“nothing I can’t get fixed.” he tells you, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“but it’ll be expensive..”

“not for me.” he laughs

“you should be me at me.” you mumble softly, guilt still knawing away at you.

“why would I be mad at you for making a little mistake?” toji’s voice is soft, reassuring. his chest is warm and he smells like a campfire, practically lulling you to sleep with how tenderly he holds you.

“I’ve literally had a bullet go right through my screen baby.” he laughs. “I’ve dropped my phone out of moving cars, I’ve had it run over. you think i don’t replace this thing every month?”

you gasp, head popping up from his shoulder. “a bullet?”

“you can thank shiu for that.” he mumbles, kissing you again.

“what I mean is it’s nothing i can’t fix.” he tells you, reclining onto the couch and pulling you with him. “how could I ever be mad you?” he whispers into your cheek.

you nod, the last of your tears drying up as your body relaxes on top of his. you hated how bad your anxiety got at times, clouding your judgement and effectively convincing you that the world hated you.

“tell you what.” he starts.

“tomorrow how about me and you go pick up a replacement for me, and then get you a new phone too?” he asks tenderly, tracing shapes into your hair with his finger.

“you wanted the new one right? in pink?”

you nod with a giggle, eyes fluttering shut as the sound of your boyfriend’s heartbeat syncs with yours.

“yeah.” you tell him shyly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “in pink please.”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (vii) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : a little weed sure eases theses two up.

warnings : implications of sex & use of weed

mickey speaks : sorry this took a while to get out friends, hope u love it. also lowkey self inserting w the hawaii trip :P

THIS IS PART SEVEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST!!!

“OH, he’s obsessed!” andrea exclaims across the table, a wide smile smothered over her face.

it didn’t take long for asha to call you and begin debriefing her month-long europe trip to you, only for you to cut her short (because matt began knocking on the door, complaining about how long you’d taken to piss) and ask her to finish her tell-all over lunch. she of course agreed and texted you the location of her favorite ramen place along with: “tell your roomie andrea that she can come with i wanna see u bothhhh!”

she’s spent the last half hour detailing the total princess treatment she’d experienced from a guy she met at her stop in london. “yeah, too bad i won’t see him again,” she pouts.

“you didn’t get his phone number that entire time?” you ask, fiddling with the chopsticks in your hand.

“oh of course i did, i just won’t be using it,” asha laughs and tucks a piece of her dark curled hair behind her ear. “it was nice while it lasted but i’m definitely not trying to deal with the hassle that comes with dating anyone right now,” she shrugs.

“you’re so bad!” andrea shakes her head and giggles, "but you know what, i get it."

asha hides her laugh by guiding noodles towards her mouth.

your phone buzzes softly against the counter and lights up, showing off a new text message from your mom, but more importantly your lock screen wallpaper displaying a sleepy figaro on your chest.

asha squeals through her chews as you pick up your phone to decide whether you’ll confront or procrastinate the text message (that will most likely sour your mood). andrea’s eyes widen at the girl as asha finishes up and starts to explain, “who’s cat is that?!” her acrylic nail taps against the table.

“oh, it’s ours,” you peer over your phone, deciding you’d rather not answer your mom’s text (she's asking how degree-related job searching has been, again).

“what?!”

“oh yes, he's my babyyy,” andrea coos while unlocking her phone to show off the many photos, “his name is figaro-.”

asha swipes through the phone in awe, “and when the fuck did this happen?”

“like a few weeks ago, i wanna say…” you turn to look at andrea while trying to remember.

“i’m coming over way more now. oh my god.” she gushes over the many photos of the playful black kitten before returning andrea’s phone.

“please do, it felt like you were gone for so long.” you whine out the beg before taking another sip of the warm broth.

asha sighs (in a way that causes her lips to flutter a little), “i know, i miss hanging out with my friends!”

“and we miss you! your ass is always traveling somewhere we have to soak up all your LA time while we can,” you joke.

the two laugh along with you, “i think i’ll be here for a while…not until like, my birthday.” asha thinks through her schedule and her mouth widens at the thought of her birthday, “oh my god! i forgot to tell you- mostly because it’s kinda far out? so, the past four years i’ve hosted trips for my birthday in late november... and i want you two to come this year!”

your eyes widen in excitement and your mouth is full of noodles, keeping you from letting out the loud 'yes' you wanted to. so andrea answers for the both of you, “well of course, we’ll come!”

asha’s face can’t possibly be stretched further with happiness as she celebrates, “yay, this’ll be so fun! you’ll get to meet some of my girlfriends and f’course the boys will be there so you’ll know a few people already!”

“and where are we going?” you ask with big, curious eyes.

“hawaii!"

౨ৎ

a distinct berry shade drips over the room in full swoops as the leaving sun peeks through matt's curtains ever so gently. your lips are now almost the same shade of the woven fabric, especially after enduring matt's undying and bitter kisses.

you hear him breathe a soft laugh, finding your body's limp, laid-out position to be straight out of an erotic femme painting: right leg and arm stretched above and below you, left arm above your waist to cradle your tits, and left leg bent and falling over the opposing leg.

you turn your head when you recognize his return, whispering, "hey."

matt’s bed dips accordingly when he lowers himself next to you, fixated on your still-exposed silhouette that hosts a few deep hickeys (he’s recently taken a liking to giving you them, his ego gains a small ignition at the thought of him placing them only where he gets to see), rather than your observant eyes.

he finds one he’d kissed into the skin under your printed hello kitty, leaning closer to lick and suckle at it more. you squirm and push his head away with a whine of his name.

he chuckles and moves his hair from his face, “put some fuckin’ clothes on then.” he lays your sweatshirt and panties, he gathered on his way back to you, against your chest.

you lift yourself easily, though a sleepy yawn still makes its way to you as you fit into the hoodie. matt shifts himself to slouch against his headboard. you finish your redressing before moving yourself higher on his bed as well.

matt thinks your phone screen is severely bright and headache-inducing but he doesn't complain as he normally would, instead he's more focused on balancing his joint-rolling necessities atop his wife beater clad torso.

you pay no attention to him as you exchange texts with remi:

REMI - 6:43 PM

OMFG

REMI

this guy im friends w thinks i should set you up on a blind date with a guy he knows :D

REMI

HE JUST SHOWED ME A PIC AND ... fuck

REMI

PLS SAY YOULL DO IT

REMI

u deserve a nice date night

Y/N - 8:36 PM

hi WHATTT

Y/N

idk rem😭😭

REMI

ABOUT TIME U RESPONDED HELLO

REMI

rlly you dont wanna??

Y/N

ill have to think about it

you sigh while turning off your phone, moving your body to better face matt, who's hands work to add the potent plant into his detailed silver grinder. there's obviously no need for you to stay in his bed or hang around for any longer, but as of late you both aren't necessarily itching to kick the other out as soon as clothes are back on.

"i wanna learn," you declare as you sit up more, looking down at his slouched figure.

"to roll?" he asks pausing his smooth routine and licking over his lips expectantly.

"yeah," you move your hoodie’s long sleeve cuffs away from the lower half of your palm, showing him your dedication and anticipation.

matt smirks and continues to zip the plastic bag once more, shaking his head.

"what? why not, matt?" you pout.

“because i’m already good at it,” he shrugs, “you can smoke with me but you don’t have to be the one to roll.”

“‘kay, whatever. i’ll just get someone else to teach me then, like chris or lucas or somethin’” stretching as you collapse back onto his bed and bury your face in the crook of your arm. when matt does nothing to pull you out of your dramatic fit, you decide to mess with him further, grabbing his phone from its place near his thigh and rolling over so that you lie on the plush of your stomach.

you pretend to type (actually just tapping against his uncharacteristically soft lockscreen, displaying a vintage looking photo of a woman you’d only assume to be his mother) then putting the phone up to your ear, mimicking the ring with a burring noise in your throat. “hey lucas! yeah it's me, matt never gave me your number! i know. that is really selfish and unfair!” you nod along while staring at matt who thinks you look and sound so stupid that it’s kind of cute.

you twirl your hair and bite your lip, really getting into character, “you're right, he is the worst. he won’t even let me roll up with him! but that’s fine, i think i may just need someone more skilled and sexy like you to hel-”

matt taps your barely covered ass harder than he intends to, shocking you in the best way. “alright, stop fuckin’ around and pay attention ‘cause i’m not repeating myself,” he softly demands, gesturing you to sit up with his fingers.

"ow!" you rub at the spot and roll your eyes in faux irritation, fighting the urge to smile now that you've successfully recaptured matt's attention and can still feel the heat of his hand on your ass. you try to give yourself grace in moments like this but you can't help but reflect and feel a bit pathetic when having a crush on someone like matt.

matt, who would never take a relationship further than casual sex and unserious after-sex smoke sessions, especially not with you.

"shh. come here, bruh" he hushes you and you obey, shifting to sit next to him, reflecting his bent position. "'kay," he hands you the grinder, mumbling, "take a look," as he grabs one of the natural hemp rolling papers and places the packaging on his nightstand.

you open the silver lid gently, eyes widening slightly and impressed with the dollops of finely crushed weed laying in the container. "how much do you use?"

"all of it," your head practically snaps over to look at him and he sighs, "y/n, it's like half a gram."

you fight the urge to dip your index finger in the crowd of weed and move it around, "still looks like kind of a lot."

"well, it's not," he shakes his head and adjusts his shoulders. "now you're gonna take some in your fingers and place it in this paper," he taps your distracted arm with his hand to bring your attention to the rolling paper he has curled slightly around his thumb. as you begin to take a hold of some of the substance he warns, "and don't do too much at once- i don't need you spillin' any on us or my bed."

"you're such a diva," you huff and softly sprinkle the weed into the wrapper he's holding.

once it's full enough matt shows you how his fingers guide the paper and fold it into its proper joint shape. he moves his hand towards your mouth, "now you gotta lick and seal it." you inch closer, hesitantly peeking your tongue out just a little to lick at the small flap. "okay, you need more than that baby-ass lick. but don't over-do the spit 'cause that'll fuck it up too," he eyes your mouth when you expose more of your tongue, successfully sealing the joint (with matt's guidance).

he finishes off the end of the joint before presenting it to you, "voilà," matt fiddles with the joint in front of your face before you boldly grab it from his hands.

you immediately encourage him with a wave of your fingers, "gimme that lighter, please."

he's slightly impressed with your sudden confidence and adjusts himself (removing the remaining items from his lower stomach, including the lighter you ask for) and reaches over to light it for you.

matt's lip falls between his teeth due to natural anticipation. the sharp, orange hue sparks to life and you gain a shyness as he approaches the joint in your mouth with it. suddenly your fingers take it away from your mouth as you whisper, "wait, matt."

matt dramatically throws his arm down, "yeah?"

"i don't actually know how to do this," a smile spreads across your face when you see matt's mouth slightly ajar and eyes disengaged.

"seriously? you started talkin' like you've at least smoked a couple times."

you hold a laugh in, "well like, i wanna try it. you just have to tell me what to do..."

"inhale the shit," matt gestures his hands, "hold in your lungs, blow it out. it's simple as fuck," he points to your hand holding the joint, "let's see it."

you deadpan, "you're so unhelpful," you shake your head and place it back in your mouth, "just light me up."

he rolls his eyes as his hand moves back up to you, you lean into the flame and immediately inhale as it comes to life in your mouth.

matt just smirks from next to you, amused at your attempt. you focus on holding it in your lungs and close your eyes as you exhale. the smoke exits smoothly and surrounds your head, when you open your eyes you immediately look over to matt who laughs when he sees a cough brewing in your lungs. you push his shoulder just as you begin a small coughing fit.

he goes to grab the joint from your hand but you raise it away, finishing your cough and putting it back into your mouth to taste the odd plant flavor again.

matt's laugh is still there just died down, "who the fuck are you?! 'just light me up' and then here you go actin' like you own shit." he points a finger at you with his eyes big and playful.

you smirk sarcastically, and your eyes crinkle in the softest way, when you lean closer to him in response, blowing smoke in his face.

౨ৎ

"so why're nick and chris staying so late at the warehouse?" you ask and play with the strings of your hoodie.

matt draws lines across your inner thigh with his fingers, "it's nick's month to do inventory and chris bought some crazy wall art shit he had to finish setting up-"

"you're not gonna help them?"

"oh yeah sweetheart, i'll actually go there right now and help them out." his eyes are so dewy and red you find yourself excusing his annoying sarcasm and instead wanting to kiss him and his puffy eyelids and his flushed cheeks, especially when you're sat on top of him like this.

"still, they probably wanted you around," you explain.

"why do you care so much about shit that doesn't involve you? i left them and invited you over so you should be happy." his voice eases his delivery to not come across so harshly while his eyes squint a little.

"you're right, s'not really my place to have a take on y'all's dynamic." you shrug and feel as his hands stop running over your thighs and instead squeeze harshly as he looks in your eyes.

"mmm, thank you for telling me i'm right," he smiles and leans forward to give your jaw a kiss with his wet, pink lips, "say it again and i'll be fully hard."

"you're a dog," you laugh as he pulls away. "what'd you do today?" you whisper, ignoring the sensation that comes with him feeling up your lower half.

"guess." he blinks slowly.

"mmm... i don't know. you tattooed some people, fucked me, made fun of me, smoked..." you list off on each of your fingers.

he nods along as you list each, making different facial expressions depending on the task. "those are all definitely things i did.."

"did you eat?"

"i mean, yeah...ish." he rubs his eyes and his mouth begins to curve slightly, knowing your next sentiment well enough he could say it with you.

as if on queue, you prompt him with a question that tends to come up quite often when the two of you finish fucking, "can we get food?"

౨ৎ

the doorbell of matt's shared townhome rings through the house as the two of you giddily stand near the door, "3, 2, 1.." you count through giggles before opening the door and facing the young man dressed head to toe in papa johns gear.

"oh. my. god!" you exclaim in a ridiculous country accent, "baby come here, they sent a man to sell us insurance or somethin'!" you call out and pinch your eyebrows.

before the man can get a word in matt comes into frame, cowboy hat in tow and his mocking accent deeper yet identical to your own, "now who 'den sent you here to harass my woman? huh?" he holds a tooth pick in his mouth and squints his eyes. "and how much would i owe to have whatever you got in them boxes, son?" he points and you try not to laugh from behind him.

"uh, it's just a pizza delivery that was ordered to this address, sir..." he looks around, checking the numbers displayed next to the door once more.

you peek your head back in, "you know what, charles, it was probably little john, you know he's always orderin' that amy-zun and what not from that tablet!"

"mmm..." matt pretends to think and not laugh as he holds onto a fake belt around his black sweatpants, "my lady's right," he cracks a smile, "you know how the kids get," he tuts and gestures to the man again while pulling out his wallet, "i owe you?"

"only $12.57."

"right," matt grabs a few bills and whistles, "wife, come grab this box for little john would you?" he hands the money over as you reach for the pizza box, "keep the change, boy." he tilts his hat in dismissal and as soon as the door is shut matt's falling to the floor with laughter as you laugh and place the pizza box down, screaming about how close you are to pissing yourself.

౨ৎ

"asha told me about her birthday trip in november," you say, licking your lips of excess pizza sauce.

matt nods and swallows to respond while wiping his mouth, "yeah she does that shit every year."

you adjust yourself on the bed and grab another slice of the cheese pizza in between you two. "it sounds fun, i'm excited," you say before taking a bite.

"yeah, it's usually fun. usually." he laughs.

"meaning?"

"last year in mexico nick almost fist fought asha's boyfriend because he was bein' shitty to her on her birthday. it was a fuckin' brawl everyday of that trip, i swear."

"damn."

"yeah. but don't trip, asha's not letting anything ruin her birthday this time, she loves herself too much to do that." he rolls his eyes in endearment towards his friend.

"well, how about you? your birthday's next weekend.."

matt shakes his head and looks to the side for a moment, "we always struggle to figure out what we're doing for our birthday. the three of us wanna spend that time together but chris wants a party, nick wants a small get together with games, and i'd want a lowkey dinner or something."

"you could always do all of the ideas but on different days."

"that drags it too much, we'll most likely host a party like we did last year, chris will probably nag us enough to make us give up." matt shrugs and takes a bite of his slice.

"well, i'll be at whatever you decide to do," you smile.

"oh will you now?" his eyebrows lift for just a moment in humor.

"well duh."

"and who's inviting you? cause it won't be me," he smiles and stuffs his mouth again right as you push his shoulder and laugh off his bad joke.

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[geltears]

cherry blossoms

Nanami Kento x Reader

Nanami ends up on a date with Gojo Satoru's cousin and he thinks she might be the love of his life

cw: awkward first dates, awkward romance, pining, fluff, Gojo is a menace, fem!reader

-> next chapter -> masterlist

Nanami seemed frantic in his brisk walk down the street-- he was sweating in thick noticeable beads and clutching onto a bouquet of tulips.

Tall, blue building. Tall, blue building. 

That was what Satoru had described the restaurant as but then again, Gojo Satoru was an idiot, undoubtedly the most unserious of all of Kento's upperclassmen. He was giddy when inviting him to this so-called graduation dinner he was hosting and Kento was beginning to think there was no dinner or restaurant because he was halfway down the street and not a speck of blue was in sight. 

He was fuming. It was getting late, no one was answering any of his calls and tulips? Gojo Satoru wanted a bouquet of fucking tulips?

"Hi, you must be Nanami," you chirped. 

Kento halted his long strides and pushed his hair away from his face so he could properly take in the sight of you.

Your frame was small compared to his wide shoulders, your hair was done and something about you seemed so pure that you could only be foreign, as Nanami's eyes filtered from your pretty pink dress to the tulips, alarms seemed to blare in his head as everything became clearer. 

"Uh- Yeah, nice to meet you," he cleared his throat, "Oh-! Here, these are for you." 

He didn't know many girls but he was sure you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen and you were stood in the middle of the busy street fiddling with the frills of your dress as you spoke to him. You were no Satoru, that was for sure, and there was probably no one else coming to join the two of you for dinner but he didn't seem to mind anymore.

Just then, Kento finally registered the buzzing in his pocket.

Satoru Did you meet her yet? She's my cousin so be nice Have fun;) it's my treat

And lastly, a text with a single word filtered through-- your name. 

"Nanami?"

"Kento. Kento's fine," he said.

If Nanami had the courage to look up from where his head was bent at his feet, he would've seen the bashful shade of red spread across your face and the undeniable twinkle in your eyes. So far, 10 minutes deep into knowing him, he was everything Satoru said he would be.  He was a bit odd, jittery in the presence of a girl but he was just a highschool senior and you loved the tulips he gave you.

Nanami feels silly as he lets you guide him by his hand into the restaurant. The lighting is dim, filled with the faint sound of an Italian song playing over the speakers and flooded with the scent of olive oil-- it has Satoru written all over it. 

Like a gentleman, he pulls your chair out for you and almost foolishly trips on his way back to his own seat. Were all first dates this embarrassing? Or just the ones set up by your childish upperclassman? 

"Are you okay?" your voice is soft and laced with genuine concern (concern for this boy that you've known for all of 30 minutes), "your face is a little pink and-" Your palm is pressed against his forehead now, eyebrows furrowed in deep worry and thought, "Your skin is warm."

His chest hurts with how fast his heart is beating-- he's never been this close to a girl before, and that's not counting Shoko because well- she's Shoko.

.

.

Dinner was nice but the walk to the train station is nicer. It's mid-spring, the cherry blossoms are blooming and Kento finds himself enraptured by you as the flowers fall and land on your pretty head. 

You shock him with your question, it comes unexpectedly and leaves his palms cold and clammy in his coat pockets as he stares at you, dumbfoundedly:

"Satoru didn't tell you about our dinner, did he?" 

For a moment, he wonders if he could think up a good lie as his eyes dip to meet yours, fluttering under your lashes and finally he decides, "No." "But I'm glad he didn't, I've never had a surprise date with a gorgeous girl before."

"A date?" 

Kento eyes the way you clutch the bouquet closer to your chest and he feels you press your body further into his arm as you walk. He hums, "Only if you want it to be one."

"I'd love for it to be."

The speaker blares 'Last train to Osaka leaving now' and he blinks as the train lights flash past you before coming to a stop. 

"Kento," you start, "That's my train."

It's the first and last time he might hear you say his name, the letters falling sweetly from your lips, like you were meant to say them. It's the first and last time you might hug him too, he realises, as you tiptoe to wrap your arms around him in a tight squeeze. He presses his face into the space between your shoulder and neck and breathes you in slowly-- you smell like a dream, like his dream come true. 

He wonders if he could stall, keep you distracted in conversation just long enough for you to the miss the train. He'd take you out for some of the cheapest and tastiest ramen you'll ever have in your life and if you'd let him, he would find things to keep you busy all night, just until the first train arrived the next morning. But Kento isn't selfish so he only smiles sheepishly at you and pulls away. 

Can you tell he doesn't want you to leave? He thinks you must be able to because you reach for his hand and give it one last, comforting squeeze. 

"I had fun tonight, let Satoru give you my number."

Satoru  @everyone breakfast at my place?

Nanami groans as his finger tips brush the cold metal of the door knob and something new crosses his mind: would you be here, this morning?He bites his tongue and hopes but when he pushes through the door, he only hears the familiar sound of Satoru and Suguru bickering, save for Shoko's faint giggle. The air carries a sense of depravity and rambunctiousness that could only ever be found at Satoru's house-- Satoru's house, not the Gojo estate because when you're the sole heir of an entire clan's fortune, you've just got money to spare on a condo in Tokyo.

"Morning," Kento greets, holding his brown paper bag up for the trio to see, "I brought ajitama." 

Satoru squeals at the sight of the blonde, excitedly hurrying over to poke and prod at him, he croons, "Aw Kento, you didn't have to."

He cringes, face going pale pink all the way up to his ears and it seems like blushing has become Nanami's newest, bad habit. 

"I didn't," he clears his throat, an attempt to retain some sense of dignity but Shoko and Suguru are already thrown over each other in a fit of giggles, "My mom made them."

Satoru is....well, still Satoru, none the wiser to anything but himself and stringing Suguru along like a shadow but Nanami feels new, one day older and he thinks, he might miss you just a little more than he should. Why is a girl so sweet related to Satoru Gojo-? Or better yet, how? 

When he's finally drawn from his thoughts by Suguru's swift snapping fingers beside his ears, all three of them are staring at him, faces broken out into wide, knowing, grins. 

"So, how was the date, lover boy?" Ieiri teases. 

"It- it was great," Kento sighs, bashful at the sudden memory of you, "She's an angel." He means it. 

Satoru, ever pleased by his newfound love-matching abilities, puffs out his chest at the confession, "Yeah? Too bad her flight was this morning."

[violetszone]

Make it all red

Charles x fem!reader

Summary: you teased charles all night so he decided to teach you a lesson

WARNINGS: fingering, oversimulate, Dom charles, Bad English (Sorry I didn't have time to check and fix), French google translate, spanking, hair pulling...

You teased Charles all night at the restaurant and he was barely holding on.

After saying goodbye to all the Formula 1 drivers, you got on the red Ferrari that Charles just bought and started driving away from the restaurant.

You were in a good mood, but the same couldn't be said for Charles, he was tired of you acting like a brat all night. You didn't realize you weren't on your way home because you've been fiddling with your phone since you got in the car.

Suddenly, the car stopped ,you turned off your phone looked at Charles and then around you, but you were in a dark place that you could not recognize.

Charles got out of the car and came to my side and opened the door "Get out of the car YN" you looked at his face in disbelief, did what he said and walked together to the hood of the car while holding your hand and guiding you.

"What's going on, Cha where are we" Charles turned your back to hug you and suddenly bent over you to the hood "you've been testing my patience all night now look what you get"

His hand rubs against your leg as he pulls up your short dress and he sigh a crooked smile forms on his lips, he starts touching you over your underwear you close your eyes and push your hips towards his for more.

He stuck his hand in your underwear and ran his fingers through your wetness "What a bad girl teasing her boyfriend all night and having fun hm?"

His fingers gets faster. When he realized you getting closer he pulled his hand away  grabbed your hair and pulled you towards himself and whispered in your ear "You know what honey, bad girls never get what they want" when you made a pleading sound he put one finger to your lips and silenced you "But you had so much fun with me tonight now we're going to make it all red baby, it's my turn"

He suddenly let go of your hair and made you lean against the car again he slapped your hips you moaned you could feel him smiling, then another and another slap he slapped until your butt was all red he finally stopped "look at the beauty of it you know I like red but this shade of red will be my favorite from now on"

"Now ma chérie I'm going to fuck you until you scream" you moaned at his words he pulled down your underwear and unzipped his pants when you felt his hard dick in the entrance, you held your breath he went inside you in one move so you both moaned.

"Oh fuck yes charles ah yes god" he kept going in and out hard, you could feel his balls hitting your butt you held tight to the car Charles got faster and faster while he was praising you "ah c'est ça bébé je sais que tu l'aimes tu en veux plus hein" ah that's it baby i know you love it you want more huh?

You nodded, and held Charles' hand on your waist "Fuck I'm so close please Charles" He shook your hand and leaned into your ear "I know mon amour, hold on for a moment,we'll cum together"

You tried to hold on as he moved harder and finally realized his throbbing dick  "Now baby cum for me, yeah like that" he said between his moans.

After you both cum,and both of you calmed down, Charles came out of you and he helped you put on your underwear, straightened your dress and put you on the hood of the car.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear and pulled you in for a hug after a while you broke the hug and kissed his lips. He leaned close to your ear for the last time and whispered, "And that's how we make it all red baby"

[raapija]

For the pookie au, how did Nando propose? Were Carlos, Oscar and Lando around for it? Did he discuss it with them? Did they help him plan it? I would love to hear your thoughts

[This turned into a whole thing again, so... You're welcome? 😭]

They're all on a family vacation in somewhere like Greece or a Spanish island and at the beach.

Lance is draped in towels and has a sunhat and shades on. He's lounging under a massive umbrella to try and keep his sensitive Canadian skin from burning in the sun. Everyone else is beautifully golden brown and enjoying the beach and sea.

Fernando stumbles over, bringing Lance a new bottle of cold water and slumps down beside him on the sand.

"Here, cariño." he says while giving the water to Lance, who snakes a hand out from underneath the towels and rests the cold bottle against his chest to cool down.

"The guys seem to be having fun." Lance says and they look over towards the shore, where Carlos, Lando and Oscar are trying to drown each other in the shallow water while manically laughing and scaring the other beach-goers.

"My boys." Fernando says proydly. He then digs a loose piece of dried up seaweed from the sand and starts to fiddle with it.

"Next time we go somewhere like Sweden. Or Antarctica. Somewhere cold." Lance quips and takes a swig from the water bottle, enjoying the coldness going down his throat. Fernando humms and keeps fiddling with the seaweed.

"I'm going to get a heatstroke, then burn to a crisp in the sun and ultimately die and you all look so comfortable." Lance nagged. "I don't get it. Is it the Spanish genes? No, Oscar is Aussie... Or is it hot in Australia, too? I don't fucking know... You're all freaks."

"Here," Fernando interrupted his rant and stretches his hand towards Lance. Lance moves his shades up to see what he is offering. "For you."

"For me? What is this?" Lance asked and studies the tiny seaweed creation Fernando had fabricated. He had somehow managed to weave it into a perfect little loop.

"Will you marry me?" Fernando then asked and Lance snorted, amused at the sudden question. It must be a joke, so he laughed and put the seaweed ring on his left ring finger.

"Wow, this is beautiful." the Canadian said, half impressed that it actually fit and half mockingly because it was so dumb.

"I'm serious, Lance." Fernando said with a little more gravity in his voice. "I want you to marry me."

Lance looked at him, eyes big and in shock. But Fernando's expression didn't crack, he was serious. Lance swallowed and then continued:

"Really?"

"Sí, really."

"Okay..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah."

Lance was a bit flustered. He hadn't expected this at all. Sure, he and Fernando had been together for a while, but this? Yeah, it was still sudden. He didn't mind it, though.

"Tomorrow we go buy you a nicer one. Gold. A diamond, whatever you want." Fernando smiled and Lance huffed. Fernando would always buy him something super expensive only for Lance to lose it somewhere or wear it once.

"Buy a nice ring for you, how about that?" Lance said. Fernando chuckled and nodded, climbing back up and dusting sand off his legs and butt. He then leaned down once again to plant a big, wet kiss on Lance's lips and ran off back towards his kids. Lance sunk deeper into the towels around him and looked at the seaweed ring.

"Hmm..." he hummed and trailed a careful finger over it. Married. Sure. That could be fun.

[wasyago]

unsure if you’ve been asked this before but what is your character designing process?

i have already answered in this post (you can go read it if you want), though it's more jrwi based, so i feel like i can answer again! i doubt I'll end up saying something new but hwhatever who cares dhhdhd

obviously this isn't math, so there's no specific scheme i follow every time, and each design is different and it all varies heavily.

in general, when i start working on a design i already have *some* sort of idea in mind. normally not for the entirety of it, but some bits and pieces here and there that help me characterize the design in my head! i try to get those on the canvas first. they're like key points, and i most likely wont change them.

(and if i don't have an idea, i don't start drawing. and instead scroll through my gallery or pinterest in search of inspiration)

let's take my Gem's recent design as an example! i knew i wanted her to be a squirrel, and i already had squirrel scar and cub designs to base it off. so the key points were big pointy ears, curvy tail, claws. i also knew i wanted her clothing to look regal and floral, and reflect her main base. this is an idea that i haven't fully visualized, but i kept it in mind and knew in which direction i had to move.

after that comes the point where i start making stuff up 👍👍 i enjoy thinking my designs through and making them make sense in my head and be practical. so the process consists of me asking myself questions and then answering them in a design. with occasional "oh wouldn't that be cool" thrown into it.

continuing with gem. she needed to have her clothes be suited for a tail, so her underskirt splits in three parts to make it easier. i still wanted the design to be recognizable as gem and have it resemble her skin; so i kept the white sleeves, the green skirt, the corset. i wanted to make her and scar's designs match, so i changed the corset to green with this long piece of cloth but decided to change the patterns on it. because the brown from the corset was gone, i removed it from her shoes as well and made them black instead, so brown wasn't part of the color pallett anymore. i will introduce pink into the design later, so getting rid of one of the colors wasn't that big of a deal. plus, brown makes her look more down to earth, whereas i want her to look elegant and rich, so its a win/win. i wanted to keep her antlers, but obviously she's not a deer anymore, so i turned them into a crown and made it black to match the shoes. etc etc. i can ramble for three more hours about this hdgshsh.

well, that's how the well thought designs work.

sometimes it's just "im gonna draw all the things i think are fun and cute until i can't think of any" and there's no rhyme or reason to it. that's why things like "doc as a unicorn", one-off series designs, random concepts, aus exist!

sometimes its a "i have no idea what to do with it, so im gonna merge all the layers together and just keep fiddling with it until i figure it out", and that's exactly what happens. if i feel stuck with a design, merging it together and working with both line and color helps a ton, because it helps me to see the design as a whole and i dont have to divide my process and think of which parts im gonna do in color and which in line! recent example is hypno's design. here it is when i didn't know how to make it interesting and the final version:

(funnily enough i still like the first concept, the fact that all the clothes is the same color is quite tasty. but i know that if i needed to draw this design in the future, i would struggle with keeping the clothing layers separated and shading and all that stuff.)

visually i don't think there's much difference between how i design things (?), but the process varies and in my head they're all on like, different tiers.

hopefully this was somewhat helpful! if not it at least let me ramble about my design process which is great hdhsjsh

[nerdasaurus1200]

I’ve been seeing a lot of folks theorizing that Adam might return in season 2 but will be stuck in hell and it got me thinking…what if that kickstarts a redemption arc for him? What if he hates Hell so much that he’s willing to try anything just to get back home? Even….the princess’s stupid refurbished hotel….

And that inspired the idea of Charlie and co. getting to throw Adam’s words back in his face through a reprise of Hell is Forever and I couldn’t resist taking a crack at writing it! For context this fan-reprise starts as Adam’s part of the original song begins.

Hope y’all like it!

Vaggie: Shut the hell up right there

Save us all precious time

Adam: Rude…

Charlie: If what you're suggesting

Is helping you climb up the ladder

Oh, you’d rather go back to the Gates?

Adam: Uhh yeah!

Lucifer: Sorry, buddy

But there's no defyin' your fate!

'Cause Hell is forever whether you like it or not!

Had your chance to behave better, now you boil in my pot!

Thought the rules were black and white?

There's no use in tryin' to fight it! You’re burnin' for your life til someone kills you again!

Adam: Wait, but-!

Charlie: Don’t even try with me, you're wasting your breath

Vaggie: It was you who implied that we all deserve death!

Charlie: What’s a Winner, what’s a sinner? Not so cut and dry

Lucifer: Fair is fair, an eye for an eye!

And when all's said and done (Angel, Husk, and Niffty: Said and done)

(Alastor, spoken: I’m not participating!!!)

There's the question of fun (Angel, Husk, and Niffty: Fun)

Lucifer: And for folks like me with Hellish Ordainment

Messing with you is my entertainment!

Bow-now-now-now-now

Fiddle solo, FUCK YEAH!

Oh, da-ah-ah now-n-now, now-now-now-now

Adam: This is total bull! You gave the whore a chance!!

Charlie: Hell is forever whether you like it or not

Had your chance to behave better

(Cherri: Why the fuck are you all joining in on the song?!)

Charlie: Now you boil in our pot

Cause the rules are shades of gray; never could do as you say! You’ll burn for your whole life til Niffty kills you again!!!

Angel, spoken: No, Niffty, put the knife down!!

Lucifer: Fuckin' Hell is forever and it's meant to suck a lot!

Vaggie: So give up your dumb endeavor cause you don't have a shot!

Charlie: Long as we have your attention, high time I should probably mention

That we’ve made the determination; your stay here will face a termination!

Adam: What?!

Charlie: This one’s for Pentious

You pig, you sad little bitch

Don’t let the door hit your ass

Good luck with making your switch!

Adam: Wait, fucking- come on! Ahhh, shit!!

[d-dixonimagines]

Hey! Maybe a cute idea for you: Daryl and reader are on a run and find some dasies. The reader does the petal plucking rhyme of "he loves me, he loves me not" and keeps picking flowers and doing it cause it keeps ending on "he loves me not" and she finds it hilariously apauling cause it's just not true.

To stay on the AI trend.. because I'm still having way too much fun with it, here is a photo dedicated to this cute idea! I do apologize for how long it has taken me to do it! My brain just doesn't want to work like it used to! Daryl Dixon, Female x Reader there's probably typos, i'm very sorry

It was amazing what beautiful things still came from such an ugly world, but you relished in the surprises. At this particular moment everything felt perfect. What started as a regular day doing a run, it ended in you and Daryl being in your own little world. After walking for miles, you both had stumbled upon a grassy hill covered in daisies and it was impossible not to stop and take a rest in them. You didn't know how long you had been there, but it didn't matter because everything was peaceful and you were with the only person you'd want to share this with. A cool breeze was justarting to pick up as the sun made its slow descent. Your eyes opened and you stared up at the clouds as they moved across the sky. You could have stayed lost in your thoughts but you tore your eyes away and turned your head towards Daryl, who was seemingly lost in a daydream of his own. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched him for a long moment, his features relaxed, his mouth twitching slightly as his tongue fiddled with the stem of a daisy that rested between his lips. Eventually you looked away and picked a flower of your own. Your fingers grazed over the petals briefly before picking them off one by one. "He loves me... he loves me not... he loves me... he loves me not..." Daryl peaked through one eyes as your voice sank into his consciousness. He pulled the flower from his mouth and turned to look at you. "What are you doin'?" His question made you laugh and you weren't sure why. Instead of answering him you continued plucking the petals off, the last one landing on 'he loves me not'. Letting out a huff, you tossed the stem and picked another one, going through the rhyme once more. "Hey, weirdo," Daryl turned his body towards you and gently swatted the half plucked flower from your hand before pulling you by the waist so you'd turn towards him, causing you to let out another laugh. "You never heard that rhyme before?" A sweet smile spread across your face as your eyes locked with his. "Nah." It was a quick, playful answer. The kind that sounds like he doesn't really care about what the answer is but you knew he actually did. "It's what little kids do when they have crush. You want the last petal to be 'loves me.'" "Why's that?" His grip tightened on your side. You gave a quick shrug. "Wouldn't you prefer it's that one over 'loves me not'?" "I don't need'a flower to tell me anything. Neither do you." You scrunched your nose at him and propped your elbow up, resting your head on your palm. "You're right about that. All these flowers keep saying you don't love me, they must me wrong." A light gust of wind picked up blowing strands of hair into your face. Daryl moved his hand from your waist to brush the hair from your eyes. "They're way wrong." He didn't ever have to say the words for you to know that he did love you because you already knew. And you couldn't lie, you thought it was cute the way he squirmed when things got too mushy, like he was now. "C'mere already," a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled you into him. He kissed your forehead and you both rested on your back again, the sky painted different shades of orange and pink. It was truly breathtaking and you were enormously happy to be sharing this moment with your Daryl.

[leakyweep]

Smoker x Afab!Reader: Forbidden Romance

A/N: thank you @smokersbaby for this amazing idea! I loved how it came out; and writing this really pushed me out of my comfort zone! I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: violence, oral (m receiving), fingering, penetration, creampie, nicknames (love, baby, darling), very lightly proofread

MINORS, DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Words: 3.0k

Sabaody Archipelago; Grove 32 was alive with the sounds of amusement rides and food frying at different stands; yet all Smoker could focus on was the note that burned hot in his pocket. It was a piece of information intended for you, though he wasn't sure you'd even be here.

Your pirate crew was quite infamous for their impressive strength and abominable members, so Smoker at least had an excuse to know your whereabouts. He had heard through the transponder snail your crew would likely be running amok in the lower groves of the tree island-- though he knew well enough to stay away from the first twenty or so groves at risk of being decapitated by the pirates and bounty hunters there.

So here he was, fiddling with the paper in his pocket as his eyes scanned the crowds. Knowing you, he figured you'd come by with no company to secretly enjoy a ride or two; your sense of fun and child-like wonder was something Smoker realized early on that was something that made him attracted to you, though he was quite a serious man himself. So why was he so nervous?

He was asking a lot, after all. You were a pirate for fuck's sake; he could never be caught alone with you like that, lest he be kicked out of the Marines for the rest of his life.

He shook his head, focusing back on each of the faces in the crowds from behind his black shades. However, the features he had spent so long memorizing in the short exchanges he had with you before wasn't what caught his eyes. It was that laugh, like a ringing bell in the recesses of his mind. His neck snapped over to a teacup ride, where you were spinning wildly and tipping your head back in a joyful giggle.

As you stepped off the ride, your mind dizzy from the way you whipped yourself around, you almost didn't notice the tall, silver-haired Marine standing just outside the theme park. Your heart dropped at the sight of his gruff face, a little more stubbly than the last time you saw him, his lips set in that harsh frown, his teeth adorned with the usual double-cigar combo.

To avoid hurting the civilians in the park, Smoker waited for you to approach him. As you did, his lips set themselves up into a smirk. As far as everyone else knew, you were a bounty-heavy pirate that Smoker was trying desperately to catch. To the two of you, your constant meetings were much different.

"We meet again, it seems," you laughed as you were now standing in front of the man, not breaking that steely gaze of his even as your hands fiddled with the sword in your sheath, "It looks as if you were expecting me."

Even with how stoic the man was, you didn't miss the twitch in his brow and you smirked. He began to pull his weapon from his back, pointing it towards you with an intimidating stance.

"You do have quite the bounty," he replied, quickly charging towards you shrouded in smoke.

In a flash and a loud clang, the Marine was in your face, smirking with those annoying cigars in his mouth. You had to fight the urge to lean forward and connect your lips to his, almost forgetting you were fighting in front of many surprised bystanders.

"Is that all you see in me, Smoker?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed but your lips upturned. He chuffed as you pushed him away with your sword, taking a step before seemingly teleporting towards him with one more step after the other. His senses were heightened, trying to think of how he was going to slip this note to you.

"I'm hurt," you continued, your voice from behind him causing him to gasp and turn, but it was too late. You sliced him, clubbing his side with the blunt side of your sword. The wind knocked from his lungs and he found himself kneeling in the grass, your feet just out of his fuzzy gaze.

With a laugh, you walked towards him, your sword pointed towards his forehead. How could this happen? I got distracted! Smoker mentally cursed himself for getting caught off guard by some stupid piece of paper. He lifted himself to his feet, his large Jitte slung over his shoulder. He spit out the cigars, stomping the fire out before setting his attention to you, his eyes grazing every inch of your beautiful curves and dips. Getting distracted again!

Silently, he turned to smoke, slowly dissipating into the tendrils of grey. You glanced around, a challenging gleam in your eyes as you thought about the effect you had on him. Hiding in the smoke to conceal his face... it made you smile.

Suddenly he was next to you, the pommel of his weapon digging into your spine and making you yelp, your body falling towards the ground. You hadn't even sensed his presence, and his legs were replaced with a cloud of smog.

He caught your now aching figure in his strong arms, that cocky grin you knew so well adorning his features. He was eclipsing you, his body almost three times the size of your own.

It made a fire deep within you light, triggering those memories of dark, abandoned rooms, pushing things to the side as you shoved him onto whatever surface you could, limbs and tongues entangled passionately and hurriedly, unable to go further than heavy makeouts due to time and circumstances. His large hands, though rough, were always so gentle with your delicate body, holding you as if you were made of glass or marble- a statue made just for him to admire.

"Got ya," he taunted, his fingers caressing your hips, down to your thighs. Luckily, and you were sure he did it on purpose, there was smoke that he could use as cover as he graced his nails over the exposed skin of your legs. They rounded back up to your torso before you felt something being stuffed into your pocket. You looked up at him, a puzzled look on your face.

"What're you-" you were cut off by a gruff grunt as he finished whatever he was doing, dropping you to the ground. You knew he had to do this to save face, but you knew he would always give you a chance to run before his men could arrive.

You quickly scrambled to your feet, rubbing your back. You had returned your sword to its home, focusing on disappearing before anyone could know what happened. Your steps were quick and methodical as you seemingly vanished into the air, Smoker feigning a shocked look as you left, meeting the rest of your crew in the neighboring groves. After seeing the blossoming bruise decorating your back, they all cursed at you for getting caught by the Vice Admiral yet again.

After getting checked out by the ship's doctor back at the inn, you sighed, sitting on the edge of the lumpy bed. You were thinking back on the way Smoker's touch felt against your skin, goosebumps raising on your legs as if he were doing it again. You shivered and shook your head, standing and kicking the pair of shorts you had been wearing that day.

Something crumpled under your toe, and suddenly you remembered the item that the man had shoved into your pocket. You pulled it form the jeans, uncrumpling the tired piece of scrap and reading it with heated cheeks.

Wanna see you. All of you. Shakky's - 11 pm.

His writing was scratchy and hard to read, as if he had scrambled to even etch the words onto paper. It made you smile thinking about that, but it made you smile even bigger thinking about what the words meant. You quickly realized how late it was and snapped your head to the clock, which read 10:45. You could make it if you booked it now.

The moonlight seemed to cast a spotlight on you as you snuck away from the inn where all your crew members were drinking and carrying on in merriment. You were sure they were paying no attention to the entrance so you made your way out and to the rip-off bar groves away.

Upon arrival, the smell of beer and sweat filled your nostrils, making your nose crinkle. You looked around, giving a small nod to the tall, beautiful woman behind the bar before seeking out the Marine.

You were positive that the man would be disguised, as he usually had to be due to his status. If anyone caught a Vice Admiral sneaking around with a wanted pirate, it was game over for both. His height always gave him away to you as well as the two thick cigars hanging from his lip.

He was wearing a hooded jacket that shadowed his face, his strong nose casting darkness across half his face as he looked down into his drink. You approached him with a devious smile, stopping with your breasts basically on the table. His head lifted, the lights from above casting a warm glow onto his pale face and making him seemingly luminate from his skin.

Eyes fixed on your breasts for a beat before flitting up to your face, Smoker smiled tightly and motioned to the chair across from him. "Good to see you again. You look..." a breath escaped his mouth, "gorgeous. Really."

Your cheeks dusted pink and you covered your mouth with a hand dramatically. "You don't look too bad yourself. I'm diggin' the 5 o' clock shadow."

With a laugh on your lips, you reached over and held his face, thumb rubbing circles into the stubby skin there. You felt him tense, pulling away when the waiter came by to get you a drink.

A moment of tense silence followed the delivery of the drink, and you couldn't help but look at him expectantly. He was staring at you, his tough face set in a gentle expression as he gazed upon your face, your shoulders, any exposed skin seemingly whispering his name and begging to be touched. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"G-5 has to leave early morning tomorrow. It's going to be a while before I can see you again, love." The nickname always made your head dizzy, heart beating in your ears as he leaned closer and whispered, "I need you. Need to feel you and hear you scream my name."

You had never guzzled a drink so fast in your life. Not much was said, just a few updates on one another's journey. Quick feet and pulling hands between you both, you were alone in the private quarters of the Marine's ship. It was risky, yes; but you were covered with a cloak and Smoker dared one of his men to question what- or rather who- he did in his bed.

Clothes were forgotten, passionate lips connected, hands roamed across hot skin. You were left in your lacy bra and undies, a matching set you had thrown on in haste before you had bolted to Shakky's. The man took a moment to admire every part of you; his gaze slowly tearing through you from head to toe. The look in his eyes was anything but holy, pupils dilated and irises clouded with desire.

You dragged your fingers from his collarbone, down to his abs, your tickling fingers making him inhale sharply. Your lips danced across the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving purple marks in your wake. Your nails dragged up and down his abs. His hands were traveling up and down your curvy waist, hands gripping the plush skin of your hips. His palms engulfed you, his size clear as his broad chest hovered above you. Your legs tried their best to wrap around his torso, though you could barely hook your ankles together.

"Shit-" Smoker grunted, your sinful mouth now leaving bite marks on his chest, driving him crazy. He could feel his cock twitching in his boxers, need coursing through his veins. "Need ya- hah- to put those pretty lips around my cock."

"Do you need it?" you asked sweetly, your hands making their way to the hard-on imprinted in his underwear, giving it a soft squeeze. He groaned, his eyes falling closed, chin tipping upwards.

"Yes-" his breath was labored, having dreamt of this for so long and jacked off to the thought of you looking up at him from between his legs, batting your eyelashes as you swallowed his cock.

Your smile was cat-like, hands working his boxers off and freeing his swollen dick from its confines. The girth and curve of it was enough to make your mouth water; a large vein ran from the base to halfway down his length on the topside of it, and his tip was red and pitiful, almost begging to be sucked.

You engulfed his swollen head in your wet mouth, tongue swirling around the slit and collecting the precum from it. A shaky call of your name left his mouth, large hands grabbing the sides of your head to push himself deeper into your throat. Sounds of chokes and wet squelches filled the man's ears, and he looked down to admire the sight before him.

Your eyes were glossy, pupils fixed on his own through your thick eyelashes. Your dainty hands dug into his muscled thighs as your mouth worked down his length, pausing for a moment to squeeze his tip in your throat before lifting back up, tongue dragging along that thick vein. You grabbed his balls with one hand, massaging them with your fingers.

"Fuuuck- love, just like that, so good-!" You smiled around his length as Smoker encouraged you.

His hands were now controlling your pace, your cheeks puffed to suck him in and tighten your mouth around his weeping cock. A strained grunt left his mouth before he was spurting down your throat, head tipped back and hips pushed against your face. His pubes tickled your nose, and when he pulled out, a thick string of cum and spit connected you to him.

Heavy pants left his mouth as he admired your face; cheeks pink, faint tears running down them, your eyelids droopy as you looked up at him lustfully. He smiled at you gently, thick fingers gripping your chin to pull you towards him.

"Did so good, my darling," he breathed, your breaths mingling. "Now I'm gonna take care of you..."

His fingers were like heaven in your dripping cunt; they worked you methodically and slowly to find just what made you tick. By the time your orgasm washed over you, only two of his thick digits had stretched you, prodding mercilessly at your pulsing cunt until you were creaming and writhing around his fingers, tasting yourself when he was finished as he pushed your slick into your mouth.

"Taste so good, huh baby?" He asked lovingly, your head nodding around him. "That's right, my love... now, how do you want me to fuck you?"

He pulled out from your mouth, eyes sparkling as he waited for your answer. Your mind was swimming with all the different naughty positions you had imagined yourself taking him in, but one stuck out to you. You wanted to watch his face contort in pleasure as your cunt pleasured and swallowed him whole.

"Wanna ride you," You whispered, guiding him to lay against the headboard, back upright as you climbed into his lap. Your breasts were now free from the bra you had on, and Smoker cupped them in his hands, engulfing them completely and giving them a squeeze.

You had no idea what you did to him; he felt as if he were gazing upon a higher power, like you were telling him all the secrets of the world and all he could do was listen and stare in awe.

You carefully lined up the man's aching cock with your entrance, burying him in your wet heat while the stretch of his cock pulled a long moan from the back of your throat, until you were impaled completely on his dick.

"F-fuck, so big-" you sighed, forehead resting against his muscled shoulder. You began to bounce your hips against him, his mind hazy and his hands still gripping your breasts as they recoiled in time with your pace. Hands planted against his chest, you savored the way his cock pressed against your sweet spot, poking at your cervix each time your cunt swallowed him to the hilt.

"You're so tight- so good for me, just like that baby-" His praises filled your ears and encouraged you to quicken your rhythm, fingernails leaving crescent shapes in his muscled chest. He could feel his dick pulsing, begging to release any second.

Your pussy clamped around him, the shockwaves from his fingers pinching your nipples causing your orgasm to wash over you like a tsunami wave. Your ass connected to his hips, your lips singing his name. He pushed up into you, painting your walls with his semen, pulling out and watching the creamy fluid pool on his abs.

You looked up at him, your chest heaving in time with his as you basked in the feeling of being fucked by the man you could never admit you loved. He was smiling at you, grinning like you had never seen before.

"That was..." he started between breaths, rubbing his chin thoughtfully to think of a word to describe the previous fornication.

"Exquisite? Magnificent? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?" You finished, a chuckle lacing your words.

Smoker just rolled his eyes playfully, pushing your cheeks together and leaning up to kiss your squished lips.

As he held you and pet your hair gently, you couldn't help that empty feeling in your chest as you thought about how you wouldn't see him again for a while. You only smiled, taking a deep breath and letting the thought go.

That was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you relaxed in the Marine's arms, talking about everything and nothing with him, taking in the way the glow of the moon bathed the two of your nude bodies in pale light.

[bingo6776]

may i pleaaase have a “i hate everyone but her” wednesday, where she literally cannot breathe without Fem!R by her side, and she would do anything, anything, to make R happy, even if it meant sacrificing her infamous reputation as a cold-hearted, blue-blooded sadist by wearing a sparkly pink sweater R knit for her around the school, just to see R laugh and tease her about it. but if anyone else were to even dare mention it or make fun of R for making her go through this, she would gladly slit their throat as slow and as torturously as possible in front of everyone. basically really whipped wednesday and shy and soft reader. thank you in advance<333🫡

Wednesday almost killing someone in a pink sweater? YES!!!!

i hope this is what you were hoping for <333

3k

Without moving your eyes from the clock you watched as the hands ticked way too slowly towards the end of your Werewolf Anatomy lessons – you hope it was Werewolf Anatomy, you hadn’t really been paying attention to anything the teacher was droning on about. Wednesday would definitely need to help you study for the class later.

When the bell finally rang, you practically swept your arm across the desk to force your books and pens into your bag as quickly as you could. did you lose a few pens as they clattered to the floor? Yes. Did you care? Not at all.

It was finally the lunch period, which meant that your “I will stomp on your heart” girlfriend would be waiting outside for you, a bag of “I will put my needs first” pastries she had picked up from the Weathervane during her free period, specifically for you, in her hand.

‘Stomp on my heart my ass’  you thought as you tried to push your way into the crowded hallway.

As you’re finally able to fight – literally, you took a few elbows to the ribs – your way out of the crowd of people huddled by your classroom door for no particular reason, your eyes immediately fall onto Wednesday, who, unsurprisingly, is glaring at anyone who stepped too close to her in the middle of the busy hallway.

 Again, unsurprisingly, despite the throng of bodies that left very little space to move, there was a bubble around the gothic girl where no one dared to step out of fear of being maimed for life.

Except you, of course.

When her eyes finally found your own, the itching in her right hand to let her dagger fall into her grasp was overwhelmed by the urge to simply hold onto your hand, to let the warmth of your skin seep into the coldness of her own. She thought it was sickening that her hand sought out your own the second you were within reach, she absolutely adored the way her stomach twisted painfully in her stomach at the soft smile that you graced her with the second she did.

“And how are you doing today?” you strike up the conversation as you both walk towards the large tree in the quad that provides another shade against the shining sun for you to lounge comfortably under. “Any dead bodies? Mysterious stalkers?”

“Sadly, no. It seems that whoever decided to begin the game of cat and mouse took the week off,” she leans back against the tree, allowing your head to fall onto her shoulder as she hands you the brown bag.

“Yeah, well, uh… fingers crossed for another murder soon, then?” 

She only smirks in response, her form of gracing you with a full-blown smile in public, because God forbid anyone sees the absolutely adorable dimple that she had when she really smiled.

Your mind swam with thoughts of the girl, ‘fuck, I am such a gay ass mess for her’, being one of the most dominant thoughts. 

Once some time had passed and you knew lunch was coming to an end, you lifted your head from her shoulder and started fiddling with your hands as you dodged her curious gaze at the sudden lack of contact between you.

“So, Enid’s gonna be at Yoko’s tonight, right? With Divina?” you wait for the confirmation nod, despite already having asked the blonde werewolf earlier. “I was wondering if you were busy later tonight? If you are it’s totally fine, obviously, I was just curious.”

You awkwardly clear your throat, trying to prevent the absolute word vomit you knew was impending from leaving your mouth.

“Cara mia, I am free for you whenever you ask me to be. I was already thinking of asking if you would like to come to my dorm later, I miss being able to have you to myself without these idiotic buffoons crowding us,” the howling from one of the furs that sounded more like a cat screeching than a powerful beast accentuating her point.

“Okay, okay cool cool cool. I’ve got a class, so I’ll see you later?” you place a rushed kiss on her cheek as you practically trip over your own feet in your haste to separate yourself from Wednesday before you could embarrassingly ramble your way into revealing your plans for later.

‘Keep it together, damn.’

----

Exhaling softly, you adjust the black parcel in your hand and softly knock at the door.

Does she even like gifts? Yes, she showers you in them consistently, the Addams’ wealth allowing her to do so without a second thought – although you were well aware of how much she appreciated her upbringing, despite seeming as if she does not. But did she like getting them?

‘God, I fucking hope so’

 Before you could fall even further into the pit of self-doubt, the door swung open. 

If you thought you’d ever get used to seeing Wednesday in her oversized hoodie that reached her knees, paired with the softest pair of sweatpants you’ve ever seen, the ones she only wears around you, you were far from wrong. You would never get over how absolutely beautiful the girl looked, forever being shocked that she was yours. 

Trying to remember that you needed to breathe and that whilst it may be poetic to die because your girlfriend literally took your breath away, it was also humiliating. All she had to do was look at you and you felt like you were drowning.

Clearing your throat, you try to shake the thoughts of gayness from your mind. 

‘Time and a place, y/n, time and a place.’

“Hey, Wends,” you step into the room, her hand immediately holding onto your own as she pulls you towards her bed. 

“Y/N,” she murmurs before gently placing her lips on your own, it wasn’t sexual or overwhelming, it was just so goddamn soft and loving.

A dreamy sigh left your lips as she pulled away, pushing you to sit with your back against the headboard, already leaning down to place her head in your lap as she reaches for a book so ancient you were surprised it hadn’t already crumbled to dust. 

Her lack of words didn’t add to your mounting anxiety, you knew Wednesday like the back of your hand – apart from gift giving apparently – and knew that her actions always spoke louder than her words. Her immediate comfort in your presence and allowing herself to be vulnerable around you meaning more than anyone else would have been able to guess.

Yet, despite the bundle of adorableness Wednesday was being right now, you had a plan.

Gently gripping her hand that was stretched towards the book, “Wends, actually, I- okay. Phew. I have something for you, it's nothing big or like, lavish, I guess. I made it myself. And I know it’s not your style, but I made it way before we started dating for you,” you shake your head at yourself gripping the wrapped gift harder than you probably should. “But I thought since I made it for you, you should have it, right? Like a belated birthday gift. You don’t have  to like i-“

“Y/N, as much as I love when you ramble, I think you are getting slightly off point,” her slightly calloused hand coming to rest upon your cheek.

Without uttering another word you all but thrust the gift in her direction, eyes glued to her face as she gently unwraps the black ribbon that held it all together. 

As her eyes landed on what was covered by the dark paper, the usually comfortable silence becomes deafening as it slowly drags on, each second passing feeling as if there were nails clawing away at your skin.

Silence.

Silence.

More fucking silence.

Her hand pulled the brightly coloured fabric upwards, letting the knitted sweater hover between the two of you, the contrast between her dark clothing currently and the sparkly pink sweater she held in her hand making you realise what a stupid, illogical gift idea this had been. 

“Oh, God. Yeah. No. Bad idea, understood. No hard feelings, yeah?” you feel the all-too-familiar heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I was just bored; it was a stupid thing to make. Hey, if anything we can give it to Enid, right? Uh, okay, I’ll just-“

You reached out to remove the object from her grasp, ready to fling it and yourself over the balcony. Before you could even let a fingertip run over the fabric, her hand grabbed onto your wrist, forcing your hand away from the bundle of pink fabric.

As she released your wrist, she finally opened her mouth. “You’re right in saying it is not my usual style or colour scheme, but I don’t hate it. It was made from your hands, and I will treasure it more than you will know.”

“You sure? You don’t have to say you like it if you don’t,” you pull your eyes from hers and instead focus on pulling at a piece of loose thread in your own knitted sweater.

“Y/N, I swear to you that I do not hate it. From this point on, it will be one of my most prized possessions,” she smirks lightly as she adds “even above Thing.”

A series of furious tapping from Thing comes from the inside of Wednesday’s desk at being referred to as a possession, leading you to raise a brow at the amused look that crosses her face at her trapped companion

“Ignore him. He is being punished for attempting to help Enid paint my nails a disgustingly bright array of colours whilst I was asleep”

“Oh, and I get away free after giving you the sweater, do I? Is The Wednesday Addams finally coming around on the colour pink?!” you tap her nose lightly. “My adorable little raven. Not so intimidating now, are we?”

“I love you, mon cher, but if you insist on teasing me then you can join Enid on her next trip to the lupin cages on the full moon.”

You scoff at the obviously empty threat before delicately pulling the macabre girl to lay her head in your lap, a pleased hum coming from the girl.

Wednesday, intimidating? Ha. Funny.

---

Never once had you expected Wednesday to actually wear the sweater. Well, maybe every now and then in the dorm when Enid was out, and you came over for the night. But in public? Never.

Whilst Wednesday may not care too much about her reputation, you knew that she absolutely adored the terror that she instilled in people with a simple look, the way people cowered when they crossed her path without even having to utter a word or raise a finger. It truly was delightful in the psychic’s eyes. To be feared so easily.

With that being said, the way that your heart almost screeched to a halt when Wednesday stepped out of one of Nevermore's large school vehicles on another of the seemingly never-ending trips into Jericho in attempts to stop the unwarranted prejudice the normies had against the outcast community. 

Her usual dark attire had been replaced with the slightly too big sweater you had gifted her, the vivid pink making her stand out more than she usually would. Still, that didn’t tamper the murderous glint she had in her eyes, nor did it prevent people from parting like the red sea when she began her walk towards you.

She took her place next to you, her face passive as if she wasn’t doing anything so completely out of the ordinary that outcasts and normies alike kept glancing in their direction.

Laughing, you pointedly looked at your girlfriend’s choice of clothing until you met her gaze. “Wends, I love the look, but you really don’t have to wear it just so I don’t feel bad.”

Knocking her shoulder with yours slightly, she shook her head. “I want to it. Apart from the joy I pull from seeing the looks of horror and confusion washing over people’s faces, I want people to know that I am yours and you are mine,” pulling her eyes away from yours, she surveyed the bustle of people surrounding you. “Besides, it is surprisingly comfortable… and it smells like you. So, no more commenting on the sweater, I want to get a quad before all of these imbeciles flood the Weathervane.”

“Whatever you say, my darling rainbow,” placing a kiss on her cheek. 

Tugging you along in a way that Wednesday found herself doing more often than not, she felt content. she had you by her side, looks of fear from strangers she did not even bother to acknowledge reminding her of her home, and the memory of Enid’s panicked face at actually thinking Wednesday’s skin was about to melt from her body at the pink sweater that she threw on. 

All was perfect in her eyes.

Until the overly brave Yoko Tanaka thought the pink garment was a sign from Satan himself that teasing Wednesday would be a good idea. The vampire may have been decades old but that by no means meant she understood or had any self-control. It was something she and Enid were trying to work on together. 

“Woah, Addams,” she called from behind the couple, “who the fuck had to wrestle you into that thing?  It looks like a unicorn threw up all over your ass,” she lowered her tinted glasses slightly as she glanced between the two of you. “Damn, Y/N, you really have her on a leash, huh?”

At the comment, you felt embarrassment creep up your neck at Yoko’s taunts and the snickers it pulled from the few outcasts brave enough to make a sound around Wednesday. Realistically, you knew Yoko’s words were more so intended to annoy Wednesday than anything, but that didn’t make the situation any less awkward for you as you stood glancing between the cocky vampire and your seething girlfriend – if you weren’t scared she was going to murder Yoko, you would’ve been laughing at how adorable she looked, being all rageful wrapped in bright pink.

Yet, before you could even think of pulling Wednesday away, she pulled her hand from yours with a speed that you weren’t even sure a human – human? Was she human? You didn’t even pretend to know what the Addams’ were at this point – and had Yoko pinned against the brick wall of the Weathervane, the taller girl's head smacking against the brick in a way that made numerous people watching the ordeal wince.

And, of course, because Wednesday is Wednesday she held up a freshly sharpened blade against the vampire's throat.

“I know that you vampires like to act as if you are above everyone else, and whilst I do regret leaving my stake at Nevermore, I also know that you bleed and that you feel pain just like any other being on the planet, immortal or otherwise,” Wednesday presses her dagger against the girls throat harder. “With that in mind, Tanaka, I suggest you take whatever asinine comments you had hoped to make and leave before I lose my restraint and decide to see just how deeply I will have to carve my blade into your skin before your healing abilities fail you. Is that understood?”

Yoko could only give a rushed nod of her head, worried that if she tried to speak the blade would cut her skin. 

“Good. Before you run away, you should know that unlike you and your ‘creatures of the night,’ I do not need dark clothing or those ridiculous glasses to be feared by others, so I shall wear whatever choice of clothing I desire. And considering this was made by Y/N, you should apologise, because as you know, if you so much as look at her in a less than enthusiastic way, I will carve your heart from your chest.”

After a second or two of intense eye contact, Wednesday releases Yoko and returns to your side with her hand back in yours as if nothing happened.

Walking backwards Yoko nodded so fast a human may have gotten whiplash, “Yeah, no, totally. Really cute sweater. Really, really cute. Good job Y/N, it’s very good. The knitting is… is cute. Great, even! Amazing. Just so- so perfect.” 

Wednesday felt a smirk pulling at her lips as she saw the vampire stumble over her own feet to put as much distance between herself and the Addams, calling for Enid once she was sure she wouldn’t be chased, or more accurately, hunted down.

Turning your attention to the girl beside you, your eyes darted around her body looking for any signs of injury. “You okay, Willa?” 

At seeing no visible injuries, you placed your hand against the cool skin of her neck and stared into her dark eyes.

“Are you asking if I am okay after having Yoko pinned against the wall, with my blade at her throat?” Wednesday raised an incredulous brow at you. “She should be glad she walked away with her skin intact.”

“Wednesday!” She is literally a vampire. You know, vampire? Immortal? Bloodthirsty? Gobble gobble on human flesh?”

Scoffing at your words, she began walking towards the Weathervane again – she would still refuse to admit she had a slight (major) addiction to caffeine. “Please. I am an Addams; she should have known better than to insult a gift from my beloved and expect to walk away without any consequences.”

Deciding that there was no point in trying to unravel whatever the hell being an ‘Addams’ meant exactly, you only smirked as she dragged you along. “Well, thank you for defending my honour, my oh-so-charming knight in shining pink armour.”

“Y/N, you do remember that I have a dagger on me, correct? Multiple, in fact.”

“Wends, we’ve spoken about the daggers. You do not need that many, you hardly even need one!” 

“As much as I adore you, my love, the daggers are here to stay.”

You roll your eyes, brushing past Wednesday as she holds the door open for you, Wednesday smirking at your reaction.

If Enid noticed how Wednesday had cleared one of the drawers in her closet to fill with the array of clothing you made for her, she didn’t mention it. Mostly because Yoko had filled her in with extreme detail about how sharp Wednesday’s blade was. 

Nope, she refused to wake up with the gothic girl holding a knife above her head, it had happened one too many times already.

[seirindono]

How do you happen to do your shading id you don't mind sharing? Its so subtle and soft that you can't tell its there but it really helps highlight the characters

Phew, finally got some time on my hand to answer this one! It's a fairly simple/fast process so I figured I'd make a tuto once I'd get started on the shading for the next part, and here we are!

Alright so, we've got the panel (lazy screenshots cuz I'll never finish this if I have to export everytime ahah)

The advantage of digital art is that I don't have to think about color harmonies right from the start, I can always add filters and fiddle with the hues at any stage, so I just apply base colors at first and draw the background (it will help me build up a palette for the shadows later).

Okay, now the fun really begins. First I need to know which direction my shadows are likely to go and what atmosphere I want for the panel (which element I want to highlight? palette idea? etc). A sketch is enough to establish your intentions. Sometimes I'll mess up the lighting but it's okay to cheat if it looks coherent enough xD

(Patreons exclusive, shhh)

Now to create palette and apply the said shadows. I have a hand made one for TMS, but I had to make a special one for Ebott since there's a lot bg and kinda heavier atmosphere (I'll prbly have to make one for each part frow now on too hm). It's mostly made up of blues and greens (no black or greys here, but it can be fun to use in other styles! Purple too, so have fun!)

(My configuration - Produit=multiply?)

There, cast shadows (clothes, faces, folds, etc.) are roughly in place and looking sharp! Maybe a little bit too sharp actually... Let's smooth all that up

I use an airbrush eraser to soften a few shadows. Not necessarily all of them or the whole shape, you have to find the right balance of soft/sharp.

Now to spice things up a bit-

On a layer linked to the shadow layer, I add a lighter color that matches my light source or the environnement. Here it's a light blue, but in part VII I used a lot of orange (sun)! It makes the shadow much richer and the whole palette more vibrant!

(Again, you don't have to do it on all of them)

(not sure if you can see it lol but there's orange!)

And last but not least: Global shadow and filters (? never had to name or translate it bwahaha)

It's a lot of fiddling to achieve a result where the character looks more or less rooted in the background (=blue layers and filters to harmonize colors) and where I draw the last shadows. They're often the biggest ones (=on Axe's body+ leaf/tree shadows etc.).

You can use the techniques I've described above, or just go for it, it's completely freewheeling from here, ahem. Just make sure to step back regularly to see where you're at and stop.

(You can also add lights layers and spots if it's too dark but in this example, I use the base color as a light layer + their skulls are such a bright white already xD )

A bit of blur and ta-da~

Pretty easy, right?

[rshmra]

PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter ten: in front of eunchae's salad

"stop making tiktoks, chae, you're blasting that damn audio. aren't you supposed to be helping?"

"oh my god can you literally shut the fuck up for two seconds yn, i'm in the middle of something here!"

yn snickers at chaeri's agitated response (because if there's one thing he can be serious for, it's tiktoking.) the group and their staff are arranging the set for yn's newest vlog, but in reality only staff's being productive. kuli's absent-mindedly fiddling with a camera and its tripod by the side, ivory is sitting criss-cross by the door patiently waiting for the contestants to arrive, chaeri is putting his entire soul into passionately dancing to queencard, and yn's perched atop a wooden stool... blindfolded.

"you know, i still don't understand the point of this damn blindfold- i always have to sit for at least twenty minutes with nothing to do and i get BORED. can i take the stupid thing off now?"

"no you can't, because your guests get here soon and you don't get to see them yet." kuli subtly raises his voice a little louder than normal, so to cover the slight creak of the door's hinges as ivory shuts it as quietly as possible. said guests have just entered the massive filming studio, both whispering a silent greeting to the white-blonde male before tip-toeing to where chae's excitedly waving them over. "suck it up, it's only a little longer."

"fine, but i swear if my eyeliner gets fucked-"

"language!" one of the cameramen shouts lightheartedly.

"...you're kidding. so it's fine when chaeri swears but suddenly when i do it it's a federal crime-"

"you're so melodramatic." ivory shoves yn's shoulder lightly, the latter flailing about in an attempt to hit him back while the contestants (namely riki) have to smother a laugh at the sight.

"don't interrupt me!-"

"you can take the blindfold off now."

"fuck off."

"language!"

yn hurls the eyemask at kuli with a vengeance before raising a brow at the set's arrangement. a wide assortment of mats are scattered around the large three-wall space, a single panel missing to keep the area open and- is that a fucking dance dance revolution machine? a trio of differently shaded doors are to his right as usual, the last forest green, middle ruby red and the foremost pitch black. there's also an impressive television placed in the corner with "just dance" on the screen (today's focus is certainly on dancing), but the main attraction seems to be the oversized pad with several rows of multi-colored dots spread in the center of the floor.

"twister? seriously? i killed my back the last time we played this!" yn groans loudly, much to chaeri's delight. he's not left much time to mourn his poor bones, however, as a quick "quiet on set" is callex and the other X_CAPE members scramble to... well, escape the camera shot.

"we'll have fun, yn!" chae hollers as he scurries behind a wall. what the hell are you talking about? he's tempted to ask, but before he can manage a word-

"aaaaand action!"

shit. "we're live, and, uh, back. again. welcome to another episode of cyren says, i'm your host cyren as always-"

an unseen ivory collapses into a fit of laughter. "you are still so bad at this, my god. is this dateline or something..."

"y'know what would be funny? if you go and suck my-"

"cut! yn what the hell."

"can i go one minute without being interrupted?!"

five "cut!"s and multiple scoldings later, they've finally managed to settle down, get through the introduction and brief summary of the series ("you pick your favorites, they do some random activities chosen by my groupmates and i get to throw a wrench into whatever they're doing.") now, they're ready to announce the contestants, starting from third place.

"so this month's choices are all maknaes? well, coming in third will be the youngest of us today. his representative animal is a snake... and he's looking forward to 'beating me in twi'- nope. no, absolutely not." this time yn's the one cutting himself off, upper lip curling to form a judgmental look of absolute disgust. "due to undisclosed reasons we WON'T be having this person here today-"

"give it up for X_CAPE's viper!" the green door bursts open with a shit ton of zest to reveal the boy in question, who's infinitely pleased with himself. yn shoots him a withering glare.

"right. X_CAPE's, ew, maknae viper."

"hey!-"

"anyways. next up..." viper wrinkles his nose playfully as he makes his way to his designated seat, yn pretending not to notice as he peels the next envelope. a grin comes to his face as he reads off the card. "she's your favorite cat-chick, and one of our lovely mcs for music bank, please welcome le sserafim's eunchae!"

"EUNCHAE OH MY GOD." chaeri gasps as she opens her red door with a bright smile, the two exchanging a high five as she sits.

"thanks for having me again cyren," she greets politely, but the two are well acquainted with her to know that she'll loosen up soon enough.

"last episode doesn't count, you only made an appearance!"

"we had fun on your star diary by the way!" kuli yells from elsewhere.

"hey, you're not supposed to be talking." yn rolls his eyes. "all the way in first place now..." he carefully unfolds the paper, not-so-secretly hoping it's the person he thinks it is. the name pops out to him in large letters, and he has to hide his beam behind his hand.

"i'm sure we all know who it is already." viper deadpans at the camera, and eunchae snorts.

"shut it twig. voted in first is the ever-so-talented chick- i mean cheetah, our very own mini michael jackson, here's ni-ki of enhypen!"

"does this count as an official award?" riki steps in with a crooked smirk, and instantly they make eye contact.

throughout all the (many) occasions they've hung out, they kept it casual. at most, yn might have a light touch of blush brushed under his lower lids, but never any super noticable makeup. so, for riki to see him with eyeliner sharp enough to cut diamonds and contour rubbed upon his cheekbones, dressed more casually with white jeans and a cute sweater in his signature dark blue, it's a surprise- a good one at that, because he looks gorgeous.

yn could say the same for him. he has to bite his lip to hold in the compliment that immediately comes to mind after glancing at riki's light turtleneck and dark jacket, pants to match. he invites him to sit down next to him, though neither of them are unaware of the knowing side-eyes they're getting from their juniors.

"i told you i wasn't exaggerating!" viper whispers to eunchae.

"i feel like i'm intruding on something," she mumbles.

"cyren says quit the secrets."

ni-ki laughs. "you're just going to abuse your host power, aren't you?"

"only on viper."

"it's because i'm a better dancer, isn't it?"

"...that may be a stretch."

"eunchae?! i thought you'd have my back!"

with the chaes jokingly bickering in the background, ni-ki takes the opportunity to look longer at yn. he swallows hard, taking in the glitter that litters his upper eyelids to fit with his golden jewelry, to the tint that turns his lips slightly rouge. just say whatever- sunghoon's advice repeats in his head as he discreetly turns off his mic, if only for a brief moment, gaze still fixated on the other boy.

yn takes note of this stare, silently switching off his microphone to return it. "what?" the corners of his mouth twitch with his teasing tone, and riki has to rack his brain for what to say.

you look-

well, great is way too half-assed, amazing is too vague, and nice is boring. so he ends up blurting the first word that he actually thought of.

"you look really pretty."

he curses internally, hoping he hasn't said the complete wrong thing- but according to the way yn's using his cards to hide the lower half of his face, he's done well.

the host turns to pay attention to the conversing younger duo for a minute to process the bold compliment, before returning his attention to riki. "are you insinuating that i don't look pretty all the time?"

"you know that's not what i meant."

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding, thank you." yn nudges him gently. "you look pretty too."

"thank you?"

filming wraps up in a few hours, each of the teens having had a blast. they're all a bit worn, though, after literally running around the entire time. riki shares a sideways smile with yn when it's time to exchange farewells, despite both knowing they're likely to see each other within the next two days at least.

"i had fun," he admits as he slides into his jacket, yn ready to see him out.

"of course you did, i'm wonderful to be with." he leers lopsidedly at the taller from beneath his lashes.

"yeah, okay," ni-ki laughs softly. "we still on for saturday?"

"when are we not?" yn rolls his eyes. "i'll text you."

"no, you'll call instead."

"you know me so well." he pushes riki's shoulder gently. "now go, stop stalling! i know you're getting picked up."

"so eager to get rid of me..." he pouts fakely as he finally exits, yn waving him all the way down. once he's out of sight, the boy turns to say goodbye to eunchae, only to find her giving him an unimpressed stare with her arms crossed.

"really? right in front of my salad?"

"so chaeri's recruited you to his cause, huh."

"would it kill you guys to keep your flirting PRIVATE?!"

"you want the honest answer to that or...?"

"i hate you."

notes: god tumblr pisses me off so bad it took me 30 MINUTES to add 3 images holy shit. anyways happy 4th of july to anyone the celebrates AMERICA RAHHH or wtv,,, i had no reason to add eunchae btw i js love her so much. also i know i know cyki hasnt made any REAL progress but i have plans believe me

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[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 13

The day of the Flower Dance has arrived. I received a letter in my mailbox yesterday informing me of the details.

Tomorrow we're all getting together for the Flower Dance.

If you can find a partner, you might even want to participate in the dance yourself!

There's a little clearing beyond the forest west of town where we hold the dance. Arrive between 9 am and 2 pm if you're interested.

-Mayor Lewis

I don't totally want to go considering I'll have to see Haley. We have not spoken for a couple days again. This time I feel it's deliberate. At least on my end it is. My heart still aches from our last encounter with one another at the Bath by the train station. She hasn't tried to reach out and apologize once. Part of me wonders if she even remembers. I wasn't going to try to find out though.

She will be dancing away with Alex with not a care in the world. Not even a second thought about what happened the other day. Everyone else will have a partner too except for me and I will look stupid standing on the side, watching everyone else have fun.

"I have better things to do today anyway," I mutter under my breath while crumbling up the letter about the Flower Dance, "I will start the day by watering my crops like usual, then I will swing by Pierre's-... oh never mind."

Everything will be closed today. How stupid. It only takes me 30 minutes to water everything and then I'll have nothing to do.

Back in my house, I sulk around for a good hour, refusing to do anything else. I stare over at the dresser I now have in my bedroom, wondering what clothes I would wear if I were to go check it out for a second. IF I were to go.

Getting up out of bed, I pace over to the dresser and proceed to pull open the draws to see what clothes I have to wear. There is nothing even remotely nice enough to wear.

"It's not like I'd be staying anyway. I'll just go, peek around the corner and leave," I start convincing myself.

Next thing you know I am walking down to the clearing the note said the Flower Dance is held. I had just thrown on baggy jeans, and a white flannel with a light pink tank top underneath. I kept the flannel open so the pink tank top is more visible.

I made the mistake to fiddle around in the fields before I left so my knees are covered with dirt and I am kind of dusty.

I've never been this far west before. I got a little lost finding my way but I did eventually make it since I saw ropes with colorful banners leading the way. But just as I said I was going to do, I stood back and observed from a distance.

Sam, Abigail and Sebastian are huddled together. Oddly, Penny is standing around with them. Emily has arrived back in town from her trip. She is prancing around and doing her own thing. Shane is also off on his own, but moping around instead of prancing. Leah and Elliot are chatting away over some punch, and Maru is talking to Harvey while they grab food from the buffet table. The older folks are also kind of just standing around and chatting with one another.

As badly as I wanted to ignore her, I saw Haley sitting by herself in the corner of the clearing in the grass. She seems to be wiping her eyes constantly, and trying to hide away behind her golden locks. She has the most gorgeous white, spring dress on with a crown made of beautiful pink flowers. Alex is nowhere in sight.

My legs seem to have a mind of their own, because I find myself approaching Haley in the shaded corner of the clearing. No one else had my attention, only Haley. I felt everyone's eyes on me as they watched me cut across the grass to get to her.

Haley didn't notice my presence until I was directly looming over her, casting extra shadows over her since I blocked any bit of light that's shining behind me.

She quickly wiped her eyes and nose before she spoke, "What are you doing over here?" she sniffles.

"I came to see what you are doing." I respond blandly.

Haley recognizes the bland tone and proceeds to quiz me more, "if you are just going to be all grumpy, why did you even come?"

"I felt left out. I had nothing else to do today. At least I'm not crying in the corner by myself." I snap back in a monotone voice.

That made her stand up to face me now. Except she doesn't seem that threatening considering her cute little outfit and her height. She brushes off her dress before pointing an accusing finger at me.

"I didn't ask you to come over here and ridicule me. Now go on with whatever you came over here to do and be gone!" she shouts. Our conversation is not in the range of anyone else, despite the shouting.

"Why are you crying, Haley? Where is Alex?" I calmly ask to try to settle things down. I don't try putting a hand on her shoulder or anything yet because I don't think we are quite back to that level.

She broke down crying instead of answering me. She covered her face with her hands and lowered her head. I just awkwardly stand there waiting for her to get to a point that she can speak.

"Haley you are going to wreck your makeup," is the best I can do to try to stop her from crying any longer. It worked though because her wails turned to breathy inhales.

"A-A-Alex l-l-left," she manages to get out.

"What do you mean?"

"He left for Zuzu City this morning to go see someone named Taylor. I heard them on the phone talking today and he just left right after. He left me hanging here with no dance partner. I have been the Flower Queen for 5 years and again this year, but how lame is it that I don't have a partner to dance with," Haley blurts out all at once. She got angrier and angrier as she went on.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Alex just left? On the day of the Flower Dance? Does he know how important that is to you?"

Her eyes sparkle up at me with more tears ready to form.

"Yes."

"So now you don't have a dance partner?" I reiterate.

"Yes."

"Have you asked anyone at all?"

"Ew no. That's not my job," she holds her nails up to her face to admire them. They are manicured with an eye catching, sea blue color.

"Well how are you supposed to get a dance partner if you don't ask around?"

She rolls her eyes at me, "I don't. Everyone else has a dance partner. You'll see. It's the same line up of partners every year. Nothing changes. It's kind of a tradition."

"Fuck tradition," I stick my hand out to her, palm up. I watch the gears work in her head to figure out what I am doing. It finally clicks and her head rapidly moves to look up at me.

"You... want to be my dance partner?" She says hesitantly. I can't tell how she is feeling with this proposition I have made.

I reach out and gently wipe the tear marks of her mascara from her cheeks. "Someone has to be the Queen's knight in shining armor."

Haley started blushing immensely at my remark. All she could do was look up and stutter at me. It was quite the sight to see.

"It is now time for the Flower Dance to begin! Everyone find your dance partners and line up as usual," Mayor Lewis hollers.

I watch as everyone huddles around, while the dancers line up across from their partner. The pairings really surprised me. Emily is with Shane, Sebastian with Abigail, Sam with Penny, Maru with Harvey, and Leah with Elliot.

Haley takes me by the hand and drags me straight to the open spot in the middle. She sticks me where I am supposed to go and prances over to her spot across from me. Since I have taken Alex's place, I am unfortunately the only girl on the guys side.

"I'm not a very good dancer. Warning you now," I tell Haley.

"You'll be fine. Don't worry," she giggles.

Mesmerizing music starts filling the air. I can't help but feel the weight of my worries lift off my shoulders as soon as I hear the song start.

On cue, Haley and the other girls in her row start swinging their dresses side to side to the beat. My row, which is all the guys, start approaching them to the beat. I am kind of behind on all the moves, Haley is amused.

The whole world seems to stop as I get closer to Haley. I can't help admiring how gorgeous she looks in the afternoon sunlight. It starts to feel as if we are the only two in the world.

Haley starts to wave her arms in the air while swaying her hips. I am not even paying attention to what moves I'm supposed to be doing at this point. I am just kind of bopping around... although that is kind of all I'm supposed to be doing anyway.

Haley goes back to swaying her arms in the air, I sense my row is moving closer to the girls, so I approach closer to Haley. We are almost face to face now, just a foot apart.

"You are all dirty," she whispers to me, referencing the dirt on my pants from this morning.

"You have no idea," I give her a wink, causing her cheeks to flare pink. I notice her stumble in the choreography which I doubt she has ever done in the 5 years she has been Flower Queen.

All the guys go to grab their partner's waist gently with one arm, and do some sort of a formal walk in a circle move.

I grab Haley's waist and hold it tightly, giving her a slight squeeze. Our bodies are pressed up to one another. The two of us are so wrapped up in our little circle move, that we don't notice everyone else has stopped.

Mayor Lewis clears his throat off in the distance, "That's it for the Flower Dance festivals folks. Y'all have a great night."

Haley and I immediately backed off from each other severely embarrassed. I look around at the crowd and notice Elliot and Leah fanning themselves as if they're saying 'it got steamy in here'.

Haley smooths out her skirt and gives me a little curtsy. "Thank you, my knight in shining armor, for saving the day."

I return a small bow and take her hand, planting a kiss on the back of it before releasing, "You know where to find me if you ever require rescuing."

I'm so glad I ended up going to the Flower Dance this year.

[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 46. stay gold

kaveh x reader

"So, that's the story."

Kaveh sits there in shock, eyes wide. Maybe you shouldn't have told him. Your past with Alhaitham is heavy; it is not something to take lightly. If one word could describe your past with the man, it would be regret. You regret looking for him; you regret hoping; you regret expecting. 

Alhaitham was a cruel lesson to learn. It took you a long time to return to normal; however, you were far from "normal." Your wounded heart tried its best to bandage itself, but the wound inflicted on them was too much to bear. If it wasn't for your friends, you wouldn't have recovered. 

"I'm sorry," you bitterly chuckle, avoiding his gaze. "It's quite heavy, right?" 

Fear takes over your body. What if Kaveh leaves you because of your past? Would he leave you like how Alhaitham did that day? 

"Why are you apologizing?" Kaveh says softly, the gentle tone of his voice stuns you slightly. "I should be thanking you for opening up to me."

You look at him; his gentle ruby eyes make your heart skip a beat, washing away all your worries. Kaveh, the man who entered your life out of nowhere. Meeting him wasn't part of your goals, but you're glad you did. Who knew you'd be this fond of the blonde man? 

You giggle as Kaveh looks at you intimately, "You're right." 

Suddenly, Kaveh places his hand on top of yours. You blush. "What are you doing?" You ask in a shakey voice, but there was no response. Kaveh clumsily fiddles his fingers with yours, his face flushed in a deep shade of red akin to his eyes. "My dad used to do this to make me feel better." 

You listen intently, "My emotions usually get the best of me, making me immature at times. But every time my dad did this, I'd calm down." He says with a bittersweet smile as he recalls his childhood. You stare at Kaveh in worry. 'He must've had a rough childhood,' you think; However, you stay silent, not uttering a word.

"I've never done this to someone else, so please tell me when you're uncomfortable." Kaveh bashfully smiles. Butterflies flutter your stomach at the physical touch, almost like you're a teenager again. It's childish, feeling flustered over hand-holding. But, isn't it cute?

"It's fine," You whisper shyly, "I don't mind."

"You know," His grip on your hand lightly tightens, "I'm very emotional. Like, I cry a lot. Every time I get too mad, I cry; Every time I get too happy, I cry. I might become a burden to you."

He inhales deeply, preparing his words as you wait. "Despite that..." He continues, "I want to be by your side." 

Your mouth is slightly agape, speechless by his words. "Am I allowed to?" Kaveh meekly asks; his face goes warm from embarrassment, shading itself in light pink.

Your face-- too-- flushes. Bystanders look at your table with pleased expressions as they repeatedly think of youthful love. However, you and Kaveh pay no mind as if you two are the only ones in the restaurant. Your heart beats quickly and loudly that you swear the waiter who just passed by most likely heard it.

Ah, since when was the last time someone other than your friends made you this happy?

"Of course," You agree. Kaveh's eyes sparkles like gold by your words.

Then, Kaveh smiles once again. But this time, it's different. His smile radiantly beams his surroundings, making the lights of the restaurant pale in contrast to his smile. His smile is sweet like candy, something you will never get tired of. 

How pretty. 

It's nearing 2 AM, and you and Kaveh are just returning home. It was fun, the date. At first, you thought it was just a whim, something small. You never expected your relationship with Kaveh to grow oh so quickly. Though your time spent with Kaveh is short, you treasure those moments with him.

From this day onward, you're determined to know more about Kaveh. Meeting him was like a siren bewitching you with its voice, making you want more. Or a succubus seducing you with its charisma, reducing you into their slave. Some wild metaphors, but you can't deny it.

Kaveh charmed you.

Sure, you're a bit scared, but Kaveh means no harm. You trust him, but your trust in him is still small; it has yet to reach unconditional trust. You can't help it. As much as your relationship with the man is fast-paced, you wish to take your time.

Finally, you arrive at his apartment complex. You shift to your side to see Kaveh sleeping. The dim light from outside lightly kisses his face, giving it a soft shine. You notice the eyebags under his blonde eyelashes-- most likely caused by his sleepless nights as an architecture student.'

A small smile finds itself on your face as you admire Kaveh. You can trust him. It would be different compared to him.

Because Kaveh is different.

You bring your hand on his arm, slowly shaking him to wake him up. Kaveh grunts, shaking his head. You chuckle, "Kaveh, we're here."

"Mhmm," He frowns, turning to look the other way. You remove your grip on his arm. "Are you okay?" You tenderly say.

Kaveh nods. Though, his eyes are still shut.

"Kaveh, open your eyes."

"Don't wanna," he murmurs.

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair as you think of a solution to wake this sleepy man. Then, a thought crossed your mind making you smirk mischievously. You carry your torso closer to the passenger seat. You smirk-- not like he can see it.

"What? Do you need a kiss to wake up?" You whisper gingerly.

Kaveh's body tenses. Blood rushes through his cheeks, making them shade a light pink. However, he refuses to open his eyes.

You grin, "How cute."

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SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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Study night | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

A/N: I'm sorry for not making progress on Titanic's AU and Psycho's AU, the second one is already finished, but I don't feel like posting it yet 🫠. In the meantime I bring this, which is smoother.

You're preparing for a math test, and your boyfriend can't help but want to help you, of course, but not before setting a couple of rules to make studying more "fun".

Warnings: Implication of smut, Fluff, and nothing else, as I said, it's very light.

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I stared at Steve, my eyebrows drawing together between my brows in confusion.

"Are you sure? I could have sworn that was the right answer," I muttered, bringing my hand to the top buttons of my shirt.

"I'm sure," he nodded slightly, shifting his gaze from my hands to my face, "but don't worry, we can go back and study as many times as you want".

A soft smile formed on his face, his cheeks tinged a faint shade of pink. I nodded quickly, hoping I could learn the answers well and have a good grade for my exam tomorrow.

"Steve, you're so cute," I finished unbuttoning my shirt, setting it aside next to my pants and socks. "I don't know what I would do without you".

He shook his head, his smile quivering for an instant. I watched as he set the card aside and read the next question.

"How much is the square root of one divided in two?" He glanced sideways at me, his fingers fiddling with the tip of the card.

"Zero point five or one half," I waited patiently for him to give the final verdict, keeping an eye on his movements.

"Right, honey," he smiled big again, stretching his arms out toward me. "Come here".

I walked on my knees, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I was in my underwear, Steve wasn't; I was supposed to kiss him, but there was almost no fabric to rest my hands on.

"Steve," I circled his waist with my arms, watching him inch closer, "you don't need to do that if you don't feel comfortable".

He let out a laugh, slipping his arm around my back and holding my cheek with his other hand.

"You're so cute," he left a brief kiss on my nose, smiling hugely, "so much so that I feel guilty".

Before I could ask, he pressed our lips together, kissing me slowly. His thumb traced invisible circles on my cheek, while his other hand moved up my arm, tickling me.

"Steve, wait," I laughed, trying to keep his hand away so I wouldn't start a laughing fit.

He took that moment to deepen the kiss. The hand that had come up to my arm took my wrist gently, starting to lean closer and closer to me.

Almost instantly I felt the cool sheets bump against my back, Steve's hands holding mine on either side of my head.

"Steve," I murmured, tilting my head to the side so I could kiss him more easily, "we have to study".

"Mhm," repeated short kisses began to spread across my lips, combined with light giggles from either of us. "The best way to study is to put it into practice, honey".

"I have to study math, not biology," I laughed, watching as he pulled away long enough to see my face.

"Everything in this life has math," a mischievous grin formed on his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?".

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