#looking at these together i realize i need to decide on a consistent style for them WHUPS

[cupidjyu]

out of style

hyunjae x reader

genre: opposites attract ..?, lil relationship backstory, flirting, teasing, blah blah, author hates physics with all of her life, flustered reader and hyunjae because he's more shy than one would think, this barely has a plot notes: as per request, based on taylor swift's style! also based on the fact that for some reason people thought that hyunjae looks cold like bro is the sweetest looking guy ever but ok word count: 2.2k

“Look at you…” Your friend sighed to herself. “Smiling like an idiot just because you got dropped off by the love of your life.”

You gawked at her. “Because he is the love of my life?” You turned briefly to glance back to where your boyfriend was walking off. You had told him that he didn’t have to wait but he insisted, saying that he had errands to run. He literally just needed to buy a sandwich.

She clicked her tongue, gesturing you to sit down.

“Focus,” She warns. “We have a project due in two days.”

“Right,” You breathe, smoothing down your outfit. It consisted of many light colors, much like a garden of flowers. Meanwhile Hyunjae, with his dark hair and his leather jacket contrasted you comically.

Your friend sighed, looking you over. “See, I never expected you two to get together. And last over a year at that.”

“Why?” You pouted.

She sat back in her chair, looking at you in disbelief. “You’re just so… different.”

You paused and took the time to actually think about it. And you did find yourself silently agreeing. You and Hyunjae were different. It wasn’t just from your style choices, but also personality-wise. While you were the more cheerful and “approachable” one, he was the guy on campus who supposedly looked “cold” and was an overall quiet person.

But even if he often had an intimidating look on his face, you always noticed the way his eyes always softened when they landed on you. 

You noticed that on the inside, he was a complete softie at heart.

He was always the one to go out of his way to buy you food when you were craving it at the worst time in the middle of the night. He was always the one to tell you that you looked pretty whenever you seemed the least bit insecure. 

“Were you not even a bit scared when you first met him?” She tilted her head curiously.

You shook your head, smiling fondly. “No, not once.”

–

Truthfully, it all started when he showed up to a lecture late. He looked completely disheveled and he had an annoyed furrow of his eyebrows that even made the professor keep quiet. He only earned a stern look. 

With a frown, he searched the room for a seat, only for his eyes to very conveniently land on the one right next to him. Awkwardly, you moved your stuff over so that he could sit down. And then you turned back to the lecture, aptly deciding to forget his presence right next to you.

But that was when you noticed a small piece of paper in the corner of your eye. Raising an eyebrow, you picked it up and folded it open.

hi

You turned to the side, staring at the man completely unimpressed. He gave you a small smile and that was when you realized that closer up, he was handsome. Even through his tousled hair, he had kind eyes and pretty lips. And even under his black shirt, you could see that he was broad and tall.

With a confused shake of your head, you scribbled on the note.

hi 

When you passed it to the side, you felt the warmth of his hand brush against yours. Not even a second later, the paper was placed in your hand again. Feeling a small sense of excitement now, you unfolded it, only to sigh.

do you understand what’s going on

You scrunched your nose and looked at him. He only chuckled leaning closer, intrigued.

yes because i actually came here on time

He read it over your shoulder, and you took the time to realize that he smelled nice. And also that he was literally leaning over you, causing you to feel a bit nervous. When he read your words, he nodded, leaning back in his chair. Then he pulled out another piece of paper.

This time, he wrote for a good while. 

He took so long that for a second you thought that he was actually paying attention and taking notes. But then, he smiled shyly at you and slipped the note over. You bit back your own smile and opened it.

wanna teach me after this?

You eyed him skeptically.

why should i?

He read your words and laughed quietly. You could see that the tips of his ears were red as he wrote his response.

because i think you’re pretty

You felt your cheeks heat up for a moment and in order to cope with the embarrassment, you crumpled up the note and turned back to the lecture, trying to ignore the small glances he would steal at you.

After the lecture ended, you tried to grab your bag and run off as fast as you could. You knew that if you found out his name, it would be even harder to forget him in your mind. But before you could even take a third step, he was stepping forward, looking at you with an amused smirk.

With a groan, you gave up.

“Fine, what’s your name?” You scowled.

“Hyunjae,” He immediately replied, smiling even wider.

“And are you going to stare at me if I do teach you?” 

“I sure am.”

And that was what it became. Multiple times of the week, you would meet him in various places to tutor him on the course. It started at the library, then moved to cafes, and eventually, it became his apartment.

And yes, he would stare. He was a flirty person at heart. Whenever he wanted a break from learning, he would just stop and let his eyes wander over your facial features until you squirmed and ridiculed him for being unfocused. 

“I really do think you’re pretty,” He would bluntly reply. You always brushed it off as him teasing.

But most of all, he was a sweetheart.

One time, you showed up late to one of your tutoring sessions after oversleeping. You were sure that you looked like a mess and your mind was flooded with stress of other projects and assignments to finish. When you sat beside him, he immediately noticed your change in mood.

“Okay?” He asked, his voice soft.

“What?” You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat becoming more painful by the second. “Yeah.” But you knew how unconvincing that was when you literally had tears welling up in your eyes.

His eyes softened and he shifted even closer to you.

You looked at him and then back down into your lap.

“I’m sorry for being late. And…” 

He shook his head, regarding you only with a kind, gentle look.

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you gently by taking your hand in his.

“And you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” He continued. Leaning forward, he gently cupped your face to wipe away the tears cautiously with his thumbs. You found yourself smiling shyly at his kind actions. It looked odd, seeing such polar opposites sitting together and smiling stupidly at each other. But to you, you found it perfect.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered, holding back more tears. “You’ll make me cry again.”

He laughed. “Do you want…” He trailed off, instead finishing his sentence by holding his arms out. Immediately, you were falling forward and allowing him to take you into his embrace, accompanied by a soft kiss to the top of your head. He looked cold but he was always warm.

–

The day that you two got together was the same day that you saw him with another person. He was laughing and smiling and you felt a sour feeling in the very bottom of your gut. And you weren’t the type to deny that it was jealousy. You just didn’t know why you felt it in the first place.

And so when he was walking you home after a late-night tutoring session since he was oh, so busy with someone else, you did the stupid thing of inviting him in.

As you watched him take off his coat, you did yet another dumb thing.

“I heard that you’ve been out and about with some other person,” You suddenly blurted out. He froze and turned to you, observing you quietly. You gulped, taking a step back and immediately regretting every decision you’ve made to this very moment.

But to your surprise, his lips tilted into an amused smile, his eyes sparkling dearly.

“What you heard was true,” He replied nonchalantly. Instantly, you felt a pang in your heart as you trailed backward. Except, you must have forgotten the layout of your own apartment because you were almost tripped over the nearby table. But of course, Hyunjae just had to reach forward and pull you in by the waist.

You breathed out shakily, refusing to look him in the eye. 

“But you know that I can’t stop thinking about you and I,” He whispered, tilting his head ever so slightly.

That was when you paused in your tracks–though, you couldn’t move anyway with his arms wound around you. 

“Also,” He continued, grinning slyly. “That was my cousin.”

Embarrassment flamed throughout your body and you jerked in his hold.

“So tell me something.” Hyunjae leaned ever so closer. “Do you do the same? Think about us?”

You blinked at him, your hands fidgeting nervously. And then, shutting your eyes with mortification, you bowed your head down and whispered, “I do.”

The only thing you could hear after was a teasing huff of laughter before your surroundings were immediately deafened–deafened by the feeling of his lips on yours. You remembered his hand cupping the side of your face as he tilted your head up and how his other hand rested on your lower back to keep you from stumbling.

He was always a gentle kisser, much unlike how he looked on the outside.

–

“Thinking about something?” A familiar voice interrupted you out of your thoughts.

You shook out of it, coming face-to-face with none other than your boyfriend, sitting beside you on the floor. His notebook and computer were sprawled out on the table, completely untouched as he had abandoned them to… admire you apparently.

“Ah, just…” You trailed off then, narrowing your eyes at him. “Hey, focus.”

Hyunjae sighed, letting his hand trail down your side even though he knew you were ticklish there.

“Can’t I kiss you instead of learning about keyboard energy?” He looked at you pleadingly.

“Kinetic energy.”

“Same thing,” He groaned.

“And no,” You grumbled. “At least do one problem first.”

He frowned before turning back to his notebook. You watched, amused as he did in fact complete every single step of the problem. After he was done, you were about to congratulate him on getting the first right answer in about two weeks, when he suddenly turned around, pinned you against the couch, and kissed you like his life depended on it.

“Were you that excited?” You laughed when he pulled away, lips reddened.

“Always.” He smirked. “So tell me what you were thinking about.”

You internally sighed, hoping he would have forgotten by now. But, he always remembered things about you. Like how you secretly liked it when he kissed you instead of listening to your tutoring. 

“It’s nothing. Just that my friend says that we’re very different. And that it’s odd that we’re dating.”

“It is odd.”

 “Oh.” You looked at him in surprise.

“But that’s what makes it fun.” His eyes wandered over you. Yes, you still squirmed awkwardly. “I like that we’re different. You and your pretty outfits,” He explained, toying with the hem of your clothes as he smiled at the way you blushed. “And the fact that you get flustered so easily.”

“That’s because of you,” You shot back weakly.

“Precisely.” He leaned in before whispering, “And that you make me smile like an absolute idiot.”

“I do?” You bit back a smile.

“Don’t act all surprised,” He grumbled.

And this time, you let your smile break free. “Well, you do the same to me.”

“So did you also fall in love the day we first met?” His eyes widened almost hopefully.

“Not rea–” You gasped, it suddenly dawning on you. “Did you?”

And this time, he was the one who was blushing, even coughing awkwardly as he pulled away. Bringing a hand up to his face to cover his reddening cheeks, he stuttered over and over again.

“I– I just didn’t know how to act around you,” He desperately tried to defend himself. But this time, you could see right through him. 

“Wow, this is–” You laughed in disbelief. “Crazy. The man who’s supposed to be cold and ‘mean’ falls in love on the first day.” When you noticed that he was leaning back and fully covering his face, you smiled fondly. “And he’s shy now.”

He peeked an eye through before muttering a small, “Shut up.”

“Nope,” You sang. 

And this time, you wound your arms around his neck and allowed him to shut you up. With a kiss of course. His lips were roughly on yours again, his eyes shut adorably in concentration and embarrassment. That became a thing for the next few minutes. Every time you would try to tease him for his red cheeks, he would kiss you again, which would cause even more blushing.

“It’s an endless cycle,” You teased.

“Shut u–”

“Okay, go ahead.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re getting it.”

[breezybangtanbebe]

Eye On You: Wonho❤️‍🔥

A/n: anyone ever sit back and think about how rich Wonho would be if he had an OnlyFan's account? Just me? 🌚 aw ok well....here you go🥴. I wrote this in like an hour so...

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You never imagined you'd be the type to subscribe to one of these websites.

Hell, you barely liked forking over that $9.99 a month for Netflix and a small part of your soul died at the sight of that reoccurring charge on your bank statements.

But this felt different.

It was midday and you were alone in your room, writhing in bed as your body's reluctance to go to sleep frustrates you.

It wasn't as if you needed a nap but sleep was the only thing that could distract you from the insatiable ache between your legs.

So after scrolling on social media for a little bit, seeing enough of a particularly fine man's face and body on your timeline led you to fish out your debit card and open your laptop.

The cursor idles over the pixelated rectangle for what felt like minutes.

You've already created the account and input your payment information.

All you had to do was hit subscribe and an uncensored world of Wonho would be unveiled for your and 120,863 people's eyes only.

When you'd first seen him, you were amazed by the exaggerated definition of his muscles and undeniably handsome face.

Every Instagram post was either him fully clothed and candid, smiling or looking away as if he weren't aware of a picture being taken.

Or he was naked.

Ok, maybe not full-on ass-naked but he might as well have been.

Plump and pert glutes.

Thick muscled thighs.

Massive pecs that could easily fit in a d cupped bra.

Buttered Hawaiian roll-looking abs.

And then there was his....lower half.

No matter what he wore, there was never a reason NOT to look down at the sizable print that bulged in the most provocative way in even jeans or dress pants.

Him wearing a size smaller than his normal fit, no underwear, and sitting wide-legged in every picture didn't help either.

Don't even bother asking anyone what color his hair or his shoes are.

You damn sure didn't know.

All you knew was that when you realized this specimen had a Stream4You account, similar to OnlyFans, it only took a shameful 8 minutes for you to decide to subscribe.

The membership fee wasn't bad.

About as much as your Netflix subscription and you were sure to be much more entertained by this than the thousands of shows and movies you'd scrolled through.

Plus you could cancel any time so...

You click to enter the website and your eyes widen at the array of pornographic thumbnails from past streams.

"My gawd.." you gawk as you scrolled.

Well-lit 4K snaps of Wonho on his black leather couch.

Some of him alone, gripping his thick print in different colored boxer briefs.

Some of him with a woman in various sexual positions.

Doggy style with nothing but their naked torsos and legs in the frame.

Missionary with Wonho's massive upper body looming over a woman much smaller than him, their pelvis' pressed together.

Another with a view of the bare back of a woman kneeling in front of the couch and between Wonho's spread legs, his hand resting on the back of her head with his tipped back in ecstasy.

All of them different races and body types.

All of the gorgeous.

A pang of jealousy struck in your chest as well as deep within your clenching walls.

What an experience it would be to get fucked by such a magnificent man. You didn't even have to watch him in action to know he could fuck.

It was all in his aura.

You sigh, leaning back with your laptop resting on your tummy, scrolling down his profile with a pout.

Suddenly a notification bell pings in the corner of the screen, followed by a drop-down banner letting you know that Wonho was about to start a live stream in 5 minutes.

It's a shame how fast you clicked the link that led you to the waiting room which consisted of a black screen with a countdown, a sidebar with his past live streams in the queue, and a frenzy of comments popping off in a chat on the other side.

You immediately found the 'Turn off chat' option in settings because you didn't want anything distracting you from the main event.

After an agonizingly slow five minutes passed, the black screen shifts to an unexpected view of who you knew to be Wonho's glistening chest and sculpted abs.

He's leaning over the tripod, adjusting the angle from what it sounded like.

A second later, his beautiful face fills the screen.

"Hi guys...." he croons, smiling innocently in that way that reduced his eyes to slits and lit up his entire face.

His voice is deep and soothing, something you'd probably want to hear up close or in your ear first thing in the morning.

Wonho furrows his brow and tucks the soft pink tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he goes back to fiddling with the camera.

"Bare with me a second everyone...I got a new tripod and I'm still figuring it out. This angle is not...ah..there we go." He huffs in triumph as he rights the camera in the way he intended.

He then kneels in front of his infamous leather seat. Not to be confused with his equally infamous black leather couch.

Wearing nothing but some black Adidas shorts and a smile, Wonho seats himself comfortably on the floor in front of the camera. He leans forward, squinting at it for a second before smiling and waving again.

"Can you see me ok? It's in focus?" He asks and you snort at the irony of him speaking so casually considering what he was setting the audience up for.

"Looks like I am. Anyway... Hi again. It's Wonho, your favorite. I hope everyone here is enjoying their day so far. I um....really have no plan for today's stream. I just got back from the gym and showered so I'm at home for the rest of the day. What are you all up to?"

Again, he was speaking to his audience as if they were coworkers or neighbors he say occasionally on his way in or out of his home.

It was...cute. Unexpected but cute.

Your brow crinkles in amusement.

Wonho smirks softly as he stared at what you assumed to be the comments, which were no doubt coming in by the thousands per second. His eyes squinted again as he read them, his smirk persistent at what his paying audience had to say. 

For a second you toyed with the thought of him asking you about your day with s genuine interest. He'd be looking at you the way he was looking at the camera now with expectant eyes and parted lips, hanging on to your every word.

" 'Just got off work.' Cool. 'Just had dinner..' Already? It's dinner time where you're at? I haven't even had lunch yet..'Hi, baby' Hi...' You're handsome' No you're handsome, whoever you are.." he chuckles cutely as he went through more similar comments before leaning back on his knees.

He lifts his arms and runs his hands through his hair, flexing his biceps and triceps unintentionally with the movement.

He then stands to extend his body in a stretch that gave you a godly eyeful of his body. Abs contract and quads flex as he stretched and your gaze falls to the plushy-looking hill that gathered at his crotch area.

He's not even trying.

After satisfying his muscles, Wonho exhales heavily and plops into the waiting seat behind him.

It groans under his weight and you could only imagine the things that chair had to endure being owned by this man.

On and off camera.

"Glad to hear all is well with you all. Thanks for tapping in." He says, resting his head in the nest of his interlocked fingers.

"As I said...I didn't really have a plan. I took a shower and had this urge to jack off but I didn't want to do it alone...."

Your ears perked up at the favorable turn of events and you reflexively push the laptop up to your chest.

"Oh..do tell," you mutter as if he could hear you.

"...So I figured I'd just get comfortable and do that while I chat with you guys until I cum. Or perhaps until you cum. Whichever comes first..." he jokes with a little chuckle.

His corny pun and little laugh alone should be considered a sin. How could a man so burley and huge be so cute at a time like this?

Wonho remains leaned back comfortably in his shorts that hung loosely from his tree trunk thighs, his hooded gaze fixed on the camera.

He lifts one of his hands from the back of his head to rub through his silky black hair again, mimicking the way you wish you could do the very same thing.

Beside him, an iPhone lays face down on the leather armrest and he picks it up, swiping his thumb over the screen a few times before focusing on reading the stream's comments from his own device.

Then he flashes that damned panty-dropping grin.

" ''Good plan' I know right? 'Deal.'  'Sign me up Coach. 'Cum first Daddy. I need frosting for my toaster strudel'...Wow. Nasty. And beautiful. You might have just inspired some future content with that one..." he says in response.

" 'Nice Tits.' Thanks. I work pretty hard on them so glad to hear it. 'Show us your dick please' Well since you're so polite.." he grunts.

Without wasting another second, Wonho lifts his hips to push down his shorts and underwear. They shimmy over his legs and drop out of view, leaving him shamelessly nude for the camera.

"There. That better?" He teases with a light-hearted chuckle.

As he continued to respond to comments, some funny and others nasty, your eyes fixated on the culprit of all of those damned likes on his Instagram posts.

Wonho's dick.

It sits lazily between his attractive man spread, not even erect yet but still impressive.

The fact that he's clean-shaven only allows you to appreciate his full size as you tapped the fullscreen icon in the corner.

Now filling your monitor, Wonho's muscular body and thick manhood captivate you entirely.

You'd never see a man so beautiful in your entire life and maybe it was your hormones leading you to exaggerate but...

"Shit..." you exhale, marveling at his size.

For a moment you wondered why he had so many subscribers. Beyond his good looks and entertaining content, you didn't think 120K for one guy doing normal amateur porn made much sense.

Until he took off his underwear.

Wonho's dick is gorgeous. Similar to his skin tone if he were blushing with a fat mushroom tip that looked like it had been kissed by lips stained pink.

Thick and surprisingly long to be flaccid. He reaches down to cup himself, ringing his shaft between his thumb and two fingers while his ring and pinky fingers rested over his balls.

Which looked heavy and smooth to the touch.

The thought has you nearly drooling on sight

Wonho slowly begins to stroke himself, the velvety smooth skin moving over his veiny shaft.

He readjusts his seating and spreads those massive thighs more for the camera, scooting forward so that the audience has a perfect view of all he was selling.

With his other hand, he holds his phone to read the comments. He smiles at whatever madness you imagined to be occurring in the live chat.

If you weren't already touching yourself, you might have been able to post a comment or two.

At some point the laptop materialized beside you on the bed, giving you the freedom to shuck off your underwear and caress your sensitive folds.

The pads of your fingers pass over your clit and you gasp, repeating the action in a rhythm mimicking Wonho's.

Slow and steady.

Teasing yourself just enough to arouse you more.

It's not long before Wonho's once drooping member is ramrod straight and standing up at its full length.

He's a grower and a shower.

My gawd.

Wonho pauses to reach for something on the floor and sits back up with a glistening glob of liquid from a dispenser off-camera. He drops the phone to clap the substance between his palms, warming the lube before reaching back between his legs.

His large hand encircles the shaft, twirling his wrist slightly on the upstroke that's now much smoother with the help of the lubrication.

Now his dick shined as if it were encased in glass, showing everything in greater detail. He jerks himself with the original hand, using the other to cup and tug his balls gently.

"Ah..shit.." he exhales.

His tongue runs over his top lip as he continued stroking, his chest moving with each breath.

Yours shuddered beneath your shirt as you rubbed over your clit in slow and teasing circles, but the wetter you become, the more stimulating your touch is.

A soft moan parts your lips and you spread your legs wider as if you were on full display for this beautiful man and not the other way around.

Wonho gets lost in his touch for a moment, not shying away from rubbing his perineum as he worked over his dick.

His head tips back and his eyes fell shut for a moment and you wondered what he saw when he did.

What did he think about when he touched himself? It's not like he didn't have a massive collection of savory images to recall from his past experiences.

You wondered what memories turned him on the most...

After a while of the same pace and some of the sexiest soft moans you'd ever heard come from a man, Wonho lifts his head and opens his eyes to gaze straight into the camera.

There was something different in his eyes now.

Long gone was the cute and funny guy with punny jokes.

There was now what you could only describe as a demon. The brown of his irises seemed black now and they hid halfway beneath his eyelids in a sultry stare that makes you clench around nothing with a pathetic whimper to follow.

"What the..." you pause, feeling as taken aback by his expression as you were by your body's reaction to it. 

A little smirk lifts at the corner of the demon's lips before he releases his ballsack. He does a quick wipe over his thigh to rid his palm of excess lube before picking up his phone again.

Wonho goes back to reading the comments, leaning over to rest his elbow on the armrest as he stroked his dick slowly.

His brows go up at something he read but he doesn't respond out loud, only sparing the camera a knowing look briefly with a sly smirk.

He then goes on to read more, his thumb strumming over the screen.

He laughs at something someone said and pauses to switch up his tactic for a moment, focusing just on the tip of his dick and stroking over it with a shuddered sigh.

This makes his eyes roll back and he curses under his breath.

By now, your clit was so hard and swollen that your legs twitched every time your fingers passed over it. Occasionally you'd slide them inside to stroke the ache away that grew from deep.

But you could only manage that for so long before feeling like you were about to cum.

And you know once you did that, it would all be over.

Wonho looks back at his phone and smirks.

" 'Stroke faster' Yeah? That's what you wanna see?" He asks breathily, his eyes never leaving his phone.

He then adheres to the request, most likely accompanied by a cash donation.

The tacky sounds of the lube slicking the motion of his hand kicked up as he jerked himself faster.

It must have felt really good because his smirk melts into him scraping his teeth over his plump bottom lip.

"Ah fuck...mhmm.." he moans, exhaling sharply through his nose.

You match his energy, strumming two fingers over your needy clit, hips rolling and back arching.

You moan louder now,  panting as the heat collecting at your apex mounts.

You were close and so was Wonho.

You could tell from the way he'd abandoned the phone to go back to sitting upright, the other hand groping his balls and rubbing under them. His dominant hand was doing what it did best, pushing him closer and closer with every upward stroke.

He cursed and moaned just as freely as you did and you only bit down on them so that you'd be able to hear him over yourself.

Not that it was an easy task.

Hearing him moan.

Watching his hips canting and his abs contracting.

Spotting the shine of pre cum dribbling from the hole at the center of his rock-hard tip...

You wanted him. You wanted him so fucking bad that it sparked tears in your eyes knowing it wasn't him fucking into right now.

Wonho's eyes lift and lock onto the camera as it had done a few times before and for a moment it felt as if he were actually looking at you.

Through you.

Straight to your soul.

"You're about to cum aren't you?" He asks and you hiccup amidst your moan in reaction.

You lift your head from your pillow and blink away the blurriness to inspect your screen.

"Yeah...Im talking to you. I've got my eye on you...I've had it on you this whole time.." he rasps, now stroking his dick as if her priming a weapon ready to fire at any moment. 

His mouth goes slack for a second and his eyes roll back a little, but he resists the urge to look away from the camera.

From you...

"Oh fuck..I wish I was there. I bet you feel so good..fuck I bet you look so sexy right now. Are you touching yourself for me? Hmm?" He continues, this octave lifting to a gentle coaxing tone that has no will to resist responding to.

"Yes." You whimper, rubbing and swirling over your bud with the sole intention of getting yourself off.

"Good....keep going. And don't you fucking stop until you cum, you understand me?" He commands with a lifted brow.

"Yes..yes. Oh god..." you cry out, tearing your eyes away from the screen to shut them.

"Yes, baby! Like that...just like that...Im about to..." Wonho grunts and you open your eyes just in time to watch the thick spout of pearl shoot from his tip. Some of it hits his chest, drizzling over his sternum as he kept milking his dick for more. It was like it would never stop.

Your mouth hung open in a silent cry as you give in to the impending explosion as it sizzled down your spine.

Your breath hitches and your fingers pause over your clit at the memory of his intense gaze and throaty moan of release, and it's enough to send you hurdling over the edge and into a heart-stuttering orgasm.

Your climax hits you like shockwaves, making your muscles tense and relax as it passed over your body.

Hooded and lust-drunk, Wonho exhales finally and slows his strokes to rid himself of any remaining drops of cum he had left before sagging against the coach.

"Fuck...that was good...shit..." he pants, talking more to the ceiling than to his audience.

You lay limp in your bed, staring dazedly at your laptop with your now exhausted hand resting over your pussy.

That was good. Better than you'd expected for sure. You felt that same liberating tingly sensation all over that you always felt after an intense orgasm.

But this felt different.

Even though this was what he did for a living and thousands of people watched him exactly as you had...

And even though you knew there was no way in hell that this man could see you when he looked into his camera...

In your own little bubble of horny delusion, he was looking at you.

And that is perhaps what makes him so popular. The way he connects with his audience. The way he just doesn't set up a camera and act as if no one is watching him. He engages and puts on a show well worth the $10.99 a month.

Knowing and feeling that made this monthly subscription feel less like an expense and more like an investment.

Wonho's hand still rested around his dick, which was still stiff in his grasp but not as erect as it was seconds ago.

He sighs and leans up from the back of the couch, the sound of his sweaty back pealing from the leather surface making him cringe.

"Alright guys...that was fun but looks like Im gonna have to take another shower.." he huffs humorously.

You watched him in silence as he reached off-camera for a small washcloth he must have prepared beforehand.

Wonho cleans himself casually, wiping his cum from his chest and abs as if he spilled food on his shirt or something, and it makes you smile weakly.

He then wipes his hands thoroughly before tossing the washcloth aside. The cushions squeak beneath his bare ass cheeks as he scooted forward, lifting briefly to detach the device mounted by the tripod.

Now carried in the hand he just used to jerk himself off, Wonho held his audience and lifted them so that he was looking up at the camera in selfie mode.

"I hope you enjoyed our time together. I know it was quick but I didn't want to interrupt your day for too long. I have a lot of cool content planned for the month so stay tuned. Subscribe to get notifications and become a platinum member for exclusive videos. Until next time. Come back and see me. Bye..."  he winks and gives the camera a quick wave before the screen goes black again.

And just like that, the stream was over.

I miss him. I miss his random IG posts of his bawdy. I miss his smile. I miss his laugh. I miss his dorky shimmy when he’s shy or embarrassed or happy over his food. I miss his daily vlives (dammit Vlive why’d you have to go!!? *waves fist)

*sigh* anywho..🌚 I think im gonna do more onlyfans wonho stuff

[bladenotblaze]

Long day -Danny Wagner

A/n: FIRST FIC?!?! FIRST FIC. Please I hope you enjoy it there are probably a lot of grammar mistakes so sorry.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Danny X reader

Warning: caring Danny, talk of being stressed, loving Danny, crying. I think that’s it ✨✨✨

Coming home from a long day was something you weren’t a stranger too, you often worked 10-18 hour days. School for 5 hours, tutoring some kids a few days a week for about 2 hours, then going to help out at your school theater department.

It was the end of November and The Madrigals, had decided (very last minute) that they needed a crew, specifically, a stage manager and about 5 or 6 people to open and close doors for entrance and exits. Today that had decided to promote you from lead student sound and visual to stage manager, and head reset.

“Can I get a crew check please” you said into the headset, you have never been this stressed out in your life. You were never a stage manager that’s always Maddies job but she couldn’t work the show and since you had years of experience you were next in line.

“Door 3 lily is ready”

“Door 2 Lexi is good”

“Light has the green light”

“This is crews places call. Places Crew.”

Until that point you were angry. Audrey who was on lights and Alex who was SUPPOSED to be at door 3 with Lilly, had been together all day. Doing a simple 1 person task that should take 5 minutes, into a 2 person task that takes them 15 minutes. 10 extra minutes that can’t be spared when we start the show in 20 minutes. They both liked eachother and while you supported them, you didn’t support the idea that they should be together 24/7 ignoring their responsibilities to talk. You had Alex to go to door 3 because the show was going to start.

“Alex I’m not asking I’m telling you to get out and get to you place. Like I told everyone else 5 minutes ago.” You said directly into the headset mic, staring daggers into Alex from across the room. Alex quickly got out and didn’t come back up till the end of the show.

But that was only todays problem, yesterdays problem consisted of you kicking someone out.

“You don’t know what your doing he-“

“Sage let Lexi do it she was here for rehearsal.”

Sage had decided to do crew, you had no fucking idea who they were. But they decided to NOT come to rehearsal, and only show up to the first real show.

“Lexi is to slow.” Sage had crossed the line, Lexi had been slow because they had limited body movement, that didn’t stop her from working hard and often didn’t need for their cues to be called but because they had them memorized.

“Sage get out, you don’t get to talk about my crew like that.” Sage looked shocked that you had said that and left.

You had finally made it home, unlocking the door, then walking in, before you could shut the door behind you, Danny had come up and engulfed you into a bear hug.

“I missed you, y/n so much.” He sat you down on the little bench that you guys had put there when you first moved in. Danny had taken off your shoes and taken your coat putting them away.

“Thank you” your voice came out broken, you hadn’t realized how physical exhausted you were from this week.

“Honey what’s wrong?” Danny had crouched in between your legs putting his hands on each side of your hip. The look he gave you was one full of concern and love. You had broken down a lot in the 2 years you were together but this one seemed different to Danny.

“I don’t wanna do this Danny.” It all came out of you, the tears streaming down your face. Danny quickly embraced you in a tight hug rubbing your back and shushing you. You’ve had trouble with expressing your emotions a lot, often times just not speaking and just wanting to be held and cuddled.

Danny had picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom. He got on the bed resting his back against the headboard and you on his lap with your head nuzzled in his neck.

“It’s okay love I’m here, ‘m not leaving” Danny hadn’t realized how tightly your hand was on his shirt until he looked down to see your knuckles had turned white. He gently lifted your chin up to see your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. He light kissed your forehead, melting into his touch

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but if you want and when or if you’re ready I will listen.” You let out another sob, Danny had always been the nicest human being ever, going out of his way to make others feel better. Much like when he remembered that you get overwhelmed in really loud and crowded areas, and when you had told him that you wanted to see him perform he made sure that you had headphones to reduce the sound, a private area in front of barricade, or on the side of the stage, had told Richard that if you wanted to leave that he would take you to his dressing room, where there was food and drinks. Danny was whole heartedly the person that you pictured yourself with till the day you die. Sometimes you cry just thinking about how beautiful, perfect, and talented he is, and that you get to call him you Boyfriend.

You had stopped crying and rested your head on Danny’s chest, still having a death grip on his shirt.

“I love you Danny.”

“I love you Y/n.”

Danny had put on a movie, neither one paying much attention. Falling asleep after only a few minutes.

Nothing will ever beat the feeling of falling asleep in Danny’s arms. Nothing.

[miscellaneoussmp]

Something about Bagi makes my brain go brr. Here's some lost memories a brother and sister might share (cw/tw: blood/violence/death mention, general Cellbit fuckery. Singular mention of throwing up.)

Cellbit's hair was not that long yet, and he kept insisting as such. Bagi wanted to attempt to put his hair up so it didn't fall into his face when he was reading. The tiny argument didn't last long, as soon enough Cellbit was sitting in front of his sister, both sat on the floor. They were in front of the tiny television that also sat on the floor, which was currently on a news channel. The news anchor claimed that were no leads in the large string of murders in the area. Both siblings laughed at the television as if it were a comedy. It was obvious that it was them. If you looked at the clues, the ones they didn't leave. Maybe they just needed better detectives. Maybe the duo were better detectives.

Bagi couldn't sleep, and judging by the lack of snoring coming from Cellbit, neither could he. Their run-down apartment was only one bedroom, so they shared as they always have. Bagi laid on the slightly nicer double mattress, which sat on top of some wooden pallets they stole. Cellbit currently laid on the old worn-out twin mattress they still owned, which lay on the floor. Maybe that's why neither of them could get any sleep. Maybe it was the fact that their thoughts raced too quickly to get any calm. Cellbit finally noticed his sister staring at him and offered to go get them coffee. At three thirty a.m., the witching hour they joked, they both got their coffee. Bagi sat on the countertop while Cellbit just leaned against it.

Cellbit may not seem like it, but he does appreciate routine. Dinner was one of those routines, even though they ate at different times. It became easier for Bagi to eat second, as they could steal cash off whatever body lay cold at their feel and pay for her food. She didn't eat like Cellbit did. Bagi tried to eat like her brother did once, but that ended up with her throwing up into a dumpster in an alley not too long after she ate. She decided then and there to become vegetarian, though she never stopped Cellbit from eating the way he did. Maybe Cellbit just enjoyed the soft moment of cleaning up in the car afterward. Maybe he was relieved to know both of them could eat. Bagi's meal consisted of snacks from the gas station, and of course, Cellbit just had to steal a bit. She yelled at him, clearly trying not to laugh. He didn't try to hide his own laughter.

Bagi was never the best at running, but right now, she had to. It didn't take her long to realize that Cellbit wasn't behind her. They had been planning to leave the country together, but apparently police detectives are smarter than either of the two gave them credit for. The siblings were still better, though. It felt wrong for Bagi to be on her own. She never really had been alone before. She found comfort in the highly publicized trial. Maybe she also belonged in the courtroom. Maybe her brother didn't belong there. It really wasn't long without Cellbit, but seeing her brother again felt amazing. Escaping prison was just his style. It felt great handing him clothes stolen off some random businessman as she put full force down on the gas of the equally stolen car.

Cellbit couldn't believe he finally had a lead on this case that's been bothering him for a while now. Something about it made his brain feel itchy. Bagi had the same feeling as she looked over the evidence and information with him. The years of therapy had both of the siblings confident that weren't chasing something that wasn't there. The case lead had led to a cargo ship, and Cellbit was determined to check it out. Bagi stayed behind to work on a different case. Maybe it was fate. Maybe Cellbit shouldn't have taken a random case from somebody who wouldn't show their face. Bagi was alone again. This time, she was more used to it.

Bagi barely understands why she's on this (prison) island to begin with, aside from the fact she was chosen to come here. She really doesn't understand why this stranger (his name is Cellbit, apparently) looks a lot like her. Bagi doesn't appreciate the déjà vu she gets from looking at him either. Cellbit doesn't understand why this new member of the island (her name is Bagi) looks like him. He doesn't like the feeling of déjà vu he gets when she speaks. Maybe they knew each other before the island. Maybe they knew each other in a previous life.

[braveclementine]

The Ultimatum

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Penny woke up against Rhodey and peered down at the still sleeping man, smiling a little to herself. She kissed his cheek and rolled out of bed, walking over to his closet to find something to wear. 

She pulled on one of his navy blue t-shirts before hearing him stir behind her. 

"There's girl clothes in the bottom drawer if you need them." His voice croaked out, the sounds of sheets being thrown off of him. 

Penny turned to see him stretching, watching her as he yawned, before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, getting to his feet, stumbling to the bathroom. 

She found the drawer and pulled on a pair of white short shorts. 

Once Rhodey got dressed, the two of them headed downstairs to breakfast, finding the room already crowded. Plenty of food had been made by Wanda, Elizabeth, and Ahni, the dishes filling the counters like a buffet style bar. 

Everyone from last night was there. Heimdall was standing in the corner, burping Mateo. Fandral was playing with Chamber while feeding him. Shuri was holding Rue, cooing to her and making soft noises. Kisa was giggling as Loki and Quil made faces at her while she was in Elijahs' arms. Andres was in Gamora's arms while Mai fed her. Like always, Anastasia was in Natasha's arms. 

Ghaida, Thor, and Carol were feeding Parvati and Padme in their high chairs while they fussed, not actually wanting to eat. Valentine was with T'Challa and Nebula while Long was with Clint and Lan, Katya having finished feeding him. 

Daisy was squealing as Tony tossed her up in the air while Trang watched with an exasperated look on her face, looking like she wanted to rap Tony over the head with a wooden spoon. Penny noticed then that Trang had bandages around her head and wondered what she had done. Stephen was also hovering around her. Steve was helping Vision and Sif feed Billy and Tommy. 

Like always, seeing all of the children being taken care of warmed Penny's heart. She approached Fandral to greet Chamber with a good morning kiss, the Asgardian man handing their son over. 

She sat between Okoye and Pietro, Pietro deciding it was his job to make Chamber- and Penny- laugh while they ate. Okoye was making it her job that Chamber ate without getting food down his front- an impossible task. 

As the breakfast was coming to a close, dishes being put in the sink, Elizabeth asked everyone if she could talk to them for a few minutes. 

Penny looked over at her. She looked nervous, her eyes darting between all of them. Once everyone had settled back down, she started. 

"Obviously last night came to a shock to all of us." Her eyes flickered to Heimdall. "Almost all of us." 

She paused, looking down at her hands as she pressed her palms together. "I know a lot of you probably wonder what's going on in my head. How I feel." She looked up at them. "I feel the same as I did before. . . at least about you guys. But. . . I need some time." 

She raised a hand as Tony looked like he was going to say something. 

"The thing is, even though I'm sure of how I feel about you guys. . . I have no idea of who I really am. I have all of these memories, but it still feels like my life was cut up in sections. Like these different parts of my life all belonged to someone else. I need to figure out myself before I can be with anyone. And. . . and for that I need to go home." 

Penny glanced at Elijah, who didn't seem surprised by this proclamation. In fact, none of them did and she realized- she didn't either. This made complete sense and Penny had known from the first day she arrived at the tower that Elizabeth had been homesick then. Of course she wanted to go back now. 

"And. . . I need to do it alone." Elizabeth finished, looking back down at her hands. She fidgeted a little. "I would like to bring the kids with me, if that's okay. Obviously, I'll make sure that you guys see them and all that, I would never dream of keeping them away from you, but I also need them with me-" 

"Okay." Bucky and Heimdall said at the same time. 

"Of course." Elijah whispered softly. 

She breathed out and nodded. 

"Can we go with you?" Katya asked, looking down at her hands. "I mean, obviously we'd leave you be when we get there. . . but I want to see my family too Elizabeth." 

Here, Elizabeth's lips twitched into a smile, "It's not like I own Ohio Kat. Of course you can see your family, you don't need my permission. And of course, if any of you wanted to go with them, that's also fine of course. But I just need my time." 

"Agreed." Vision nodded, which did surprise Penny. 

"Of course." Steve murmured. 

"I. . ." Here Elizabeth looked guilty and looked between Fury, Rhodey, T'Challa, Bucky, and Sam. "No matter if I'm ready or not, when I near my due date, I will come back. No matter what. But I'm sorry that- I mean if you want me to wai-" 

"No." Penny's father interrupted whatever Elizabeth was going to say. "Babydoll, please take your time. As long as I'm there for the birth of the kids, everythings' okay. I just want you to get better and I know the rest of us feel the same." 

Penny was a little amused with her father. It definitely didn't leave the other four any room to argue against him. 

Elizabeth was silent again for a moment before her eyes flicked over to her friends, "Look. Whatever past we have behind us. . . if you-" 

"You're stupid." Ghaida said in an almost fond voice before Elizabeth could even say what she wanted to say. Penny didn't blame Elizabeth for looking taken aback. 

"Huh?" Clint voiced everyone elses' confusion. 

Ghaida rolled her eyes and Steve shifted in his seat. "Elizabeth believes that we were just her friends because of her mother. You should be a little smarter than that Eliza. You're our sister and we love you just as such. Nothing changes that." 

Elizabeth smiled a little and shrugged, "Wasn't always the smartest." 

"Still aren't." Trang quipped, before hugging her from behind. 

"And. . ." Elizabeth hesitated again, looking at Heimdall and then Wanda. "Being the Goddess of love. . . I don't suppose I've used my powers there, have I? Was Riri right, or half right?" 

"About what?" Riri asked, confused, while also looking guilty at the same time. Elizabeth addressed her. 

"When you said that maybe the Avengers were under a love spell. . . maybe I did do that." Elizabeth said uncertainly. "And maybe that's why I was always pursued by everyone. I mean, even my own step-mother wanted me for herself and killed my dad over it. . . me." Her face paled. Her eyes flicked over at Bucky, who was rigid in his seat. "And maybe that's why I could break through the soldier-" 

"No." Heimdall answered for her. "Your powers don't work like that. No one you've met in your entire life has ever been under any sort of love magic. Anyone in this room and out of it that has loved you or does love you, does it of their own accord." 

Penny could see how relieved Elizabeth looked with this information. 

"And, lastly." Elizabeth said softly, looking at Loki. "Last year around this same time you mentioned a bonding ceremony, something that would marry all of us. Some of us said that we needed time. I still need time but. . ." 

She broke off and Elijah touched her shoulder. She breathed out, closing her eyes, "The thing is, I'm selfish. I don't want to lose any of you." She opened her eyes, scanning the room. "But I will, because of how slowly I age." She gripped Elijahs' hand suddenly, as though she needed something to ground herself. "Loki, Thor, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, Sif, Heimdall, Steve, Bucky, Nick, Vision, Bruce, Natasha, Ghaida, myself, maybe Stephen. . . we're all going to live for a really long time." 

"Loki will outlive you two." She said, gesturing to Tony and Stephen, "Unless Stephen manages to keep himself alive with dark magic like the Ancient one. Bucky and Steve will outlive Sam. Thor will outlive Penny. Nick will outlive Penny and Maria and Phil. Vision will outlive Wanda. I'll. . . I'll. . ." She swallowed, unable to continue. 

"My point is, that this ceremony Loki suggested will tie us in with their life lines." Elizabeth said, staring at Loki, "right?" 

"Yes." Loki murmured. 

The room was silent for a moment before Elizabeth continued again, "I'm not pressuring anyone into it, I don't even really want to hear an answer right now. I just thought we should have time to think about it and when I come back. . . maybe we could have another discussion." 

"I think that sounds good." Lan said, looking over at Katya. 

"Okay that was that." Elizabeth said, quickly sitting back from the table as though hoping she would disappear from view. 

"I just have a question." Tony said, looking at Heimdall. "Everything that you chose to make happen. . . did it really need to happen?" 

Heimdall nodded to Wanda and closed his eyes. Wanda stood up, walking over to him, putting her hands near the sides of his head and a similar holographic cloud, not unlike the one that had shown Elizabeth's memories appeared in the middle of the table. 

"There were some, of course, that went very similarly, but with more death." Heimdall said slowly. Penny watched as Lan, Mai, Ahni, Josh, and Jay were all killed. Katya gasped out loud while Mai flinched, wrapping her arms around Ahni. 

"And others. . ." Heimdall drifted off. 

This vision showed Howard Stark in the car with the little Elizabeth, but this time pulling up to a mansion. Time skipped a little as Tony was born very soon after and soon went from being her little brother, to being her older brother. 

When Howard and Maria were killed in the car accident, Elizabeth took over Stark industries while Tony continued on being more like a playboy. And so Elizabeth was the one who ended up in Afghanistan. Elizabeth was the one that became the first Iron Woman. 

Loki eventually came to Earth and recognized Elizabeth immediately, who introduced him to Tony. When Killian came however in the future, Tony died. 

"Oh." Stephen whispered, flinching a little. 

"There are many futures like that." Heimdall said with a slow nod, the cloud disappearing. "Ones where you all died, ones where she died. This was the safest one, only one death." 

"Jays." Trang whispered softly. 

Heimdall looked at her. "I'm sorry Trang. There were no futures like this one if Jay stayed alive. You would give birth to Daisy and he would have you give her up to Tony because she was not his daughter. I couldn't let that happen to you or Tony or Daisy." 

Trang nodded, tears coming to her eyes. 

"There were more complicated ones." Heimdall continued. "Ones where some of you got sent back in time. There was another that was a desperate attempt done by your mother where you got sent into another universe on a dinosaur island. Just about everyone died in that world." 

"You're joking." Rhodey said, raising an eyebrow. 

Heimdall just looked at him. 

"Okay, not joking." Rhodey muttered. 

"What's a dinosaur?" Volstagg asked, still eating sausages. 

No one answered him. 

"So this was the only path." Steve clarified. 

"In my mind." Heimdall answered. 

"I would agree." Ghaida nodded. 

There was silence in the kitchen. 

"I think now would be a good time to tell you guys something." Her father said, stepping forwards. 

"What?" Tony asked grouchily. 

"With this information, you have to promise not to kill the prisoner that is being moved here today." Fury said, crossing his arms over his chest. That got everyone's attention. 

"No!" Ghaida suddenly gasped, eyes orange, snapping her head towards Penny's father. "What were you thinking?" 

Elizabeth had suddenly gone very pale, standing up, clutching the counter for support. 

"When I saw what happened in Elizabeth's memories." Her father started slowly, looking only at Elizabeth. "I knew I had to admit that he was alive. He'll be a prisoner here, have his own cell. No one will know he is here, Stark will see to that. He's. . . well your way of getting your anger out. Which is why you won't kill him. Because he doesn't deserve death." 

"Who did you bring here?" Natasha asked in a deadly quiet voice. 

"Pierce." Elizabeth choked out. 

Bucky shot to his feet, Steve right after him, pulling Bucky into his arms. "Buck!" 

"Where is he?" Bucky snarled, thrashing in Steve's arms. Thor was immediately there with Heimdall, the three huge men trying to keep him down. 

Bruce immediately relinquished Valentine from his arms. T'Challa wrapped his arms around him, hugging him so that Bruce would keep the hulk in. 

Penny felt her own rage, finding herself on her feet, wanting to find Pierce and stab him through the neck. 

"Loki." Her father addressed the furious God. "I want a spell done on him. A healing one. So he can be harmed over and over again." 

Loki's blue eyes glittered and a cruel smirk came over his face. "Consider it already done." 

"I want to talk to him first." Elizabeth's voice rang out over the commotion in the kitchen. It calmed Bucky down at the very least. 

"Elizabeth." Steve started, worry lacing his voice. 

"Please? Where is he?" Elizabeth asked quietly. 

"He's down under the tower." Fury replied. "Floor zero."

Tony huffed, not knowing that Fury had known about that floor and exchanged a look with Trang. 

Elizabeth swept from the room to the elevator. 

Bucky lunged out of Steve's arms, racing for the same elevator, Steve and Sam taking off after him. Loki was quick to follow after that. Penny shook her head, looking over at her father. "Why?" 

"Because he needs to feel pain." Her father answered. "And here's a whole group, more than willing, to give it to him."

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Pavlov’s dog/ Secret move - Mini x reader

It was a new week of Street Woman Fighter 2. You had barely survived the kpop death battle, nearly going home. And while you cried for Tsubakill, you were secretly grateful. So you trained and trained for the megacrew. But you still had your doubts. So that's why your crew decided to prepare a few battles in case you were to be on the chopping block again. After all, that's what Wolf'lo was known for. You were going to use some of your previous strategies like sending out Baby Sleek against the other team's most vicious player. Bit you couldn't use her again and again like last time. You didn't want to be criticized and stereotyped as being stale. So there was a need to pair up Mini with someone that matched her energy and her skills. And unfortunately that someone would be you.

Let's backtrack a little bit, shall we. First of all, you had nothing against Mini. Quite the opposite, actually. You two had become close friends after working together. You admired her a lot. And the fact that you both loved pink was a bonus point. She often joked that when she ran out of pink clothes, she would borrow yours. You thought nothing of it, until she actually pulled up to practice in one of your shirts.

"I should've asked first, I'm sorry. But doesn't it look good on me,huh?".

And with seeing that, you realized you were head over heels for that woman. Of course, your infatuation wasn't spurred on by this little act of kleptomania. It was her confidence. Her style, because she wore your shirt better than you. Her being soft to only you. Because while she just off-handedly said something in front of the others, after dancing she cams over to you and said:

"I'm really sorry for taking the shirt. I think I just mixed them up. I'll go ahead and wash it and return it to you."

From then on you two became even closer. Having extra practices (not that you particularly needed it.). Dinners away from everyone else. You even had sleepovers, which consisted of the two of you crammed up in a single bed, talking and laughing together in hushed tones until someone throws a pillow at you. Your teammates teased the two of you. They even went off more on you, since you were a very vocal member of the LGBTQ+ community. And Mini was a mystery, you knew a lot about her, but not if she was into girls. But soon enough you were about to find out. After you two were practicing together, she pulled you into a bathroom, citing that she had something in her eye. When you went to check, she leaned in to kiss you.

"Can I?"

You nodded and pressed your lips against hers. From then on you were like horny teenagers. Trying to sneak off as much as possible without the cameras or your friends noticing. And for a few minutes trying to kiss, bite, suck and touch each other as much as you could. Let's just say that after kissing Mini you took longer showers, always focusing on "shaving". In reality you were touching yourself, trying to imagine a certain pink haired woman doing that to you. You both had seen enough Love island and big brother to know that onscreen sex was possible. But you both could control yourselves enough to not just mindlessly fuck in front of the Wolf'lo team. So you endured. Showered.

But at some point it got too much for you. After every makeout session you rushed off to either rub one out quickly or even just wipe yourself down until you weren't wet anymore. But it got worse. Now it was enough for Mini to just stroke your arm lovingly and platonically and you were done for. That's why this practice was from hell. You and Mini in a duo, trying out a new sexy dance. She corrected your posture. You got wet. When she complimented you on landing a move. You got wet. The wetter you got, the more distracted you were. Especially near the end of the choreo, where you had to face Mini and then wrap your legs around her thighs. You were too fast. Then too slow. Or you tripped, sending both of you tumbling down. That was her breaking point. Mini said she needed to cool down and that she was going to the hideout for a bit. You were instructed to wait for here there. So you did, by practicing again. Alone, you were sort okay, just a few missteps that you later corrected. Little did you know, Mini saw all that from the doorway.

She decided to watch you one more time and then walked in with a caboodle of makeup. With a "I know how much a good makeup cheers you up, let's go to the bathroom to put someone you", you were off. The producers would usually protest, but they were a bit suspicious of you two, so they let it slide. And by letting it slide, we mean followed you outside the bathroom to pick up some audio. Buy they couldn't see what you could, which would never be aired on TV.

Mini haphazardly put on some lipstick on you, motioning for you to add blush and eyeliner. In the mean time she opened another side of the kabodle to reveal an egg vibrator. Did she intend to use it on you then? "Wow, it's so pink?" You exclaimed, taking it in your hands. "Here, I'll help you put it on. Only if you like it." "I've never worn anything like that. But I'm curious, so let's do it.".

You had been imagining your first time with Mini a lot recently. But never did you think it would include you rubbing your clit on a toilet as she sets up the vibrator. When you're wet enough she gives you a slow kiss and moves the toy inside of you. When she turns it on, you realize just how fucked you are. What were you doing, were you that pussy drunk? When Mini gave your ass a light spank, you decided that yes you were.

Your girlfriend set up a timer for the toy to ramp its speed every 10 minutes and you two began practicing again. This time you were a bit better, but still not up to Wolf'lo standards. Mini had you two switch roles and helped you by showing you how easy it was to hit the right moves. But that took around 15 minutes and you were already past your limit. Even though you had already cum, the vibe wouldn't stop until you were perfect. So you collected yourself and danced like never before. You put 110% of your energy in feeling every beat, into moving just right. There was just one more thing left. As you faced Mini and wrapped your legs around her thighs, the vibrator sped up. And there you were, coming on your girlfriend's thigh, your own legs shaking. Feeling the cameras zoom into that, you blamed on exhaustion and anemia.

"I better get her to the hideout. But at least we know the secret to us winning the next battle." Mini winked at the camera.

[c0ffeeboy]

cw: really really really long piece, cursing, mentions of crime and drugs, violence (?)

[i've been thinking so much about about toxic dark academia yaoi fall lately just- agh! so not normal about this.]

we're both in a prestigious law school. i'm this broke ass scholarship kid and he is from this old money bourgeoisie family who happen to be long time sponsors for the school. we both hate each other's guts and we both battle each other for the top position in class.

we hang out in different social circles too. he thinks my friends are too rebellious and i think his friends are way too out of touch with reality (which they are, actually). most of our interactions consist of sarcastic insults, name calling, and arguments about the course material in class.

i take an internship at this local law firm where my mentor happens to be the defense attorney in a case where his family could lose their wealth & reputation. i hesitate to work on this assignment, but then i realize that i hate him with a burning passion, and i decide to work diligently on it.

i'm sitting in the library one chilly evening, working on the case documents and sipping my masala chai when he suddenly materializes next to me. i quickly shuffle the papers away and pray that he doesn't ask me about them. "remember the group report we got in today's class?" he asks. "yeah, what about it, shitface?" "we're partners, dickhead!" he smiles, sarcastically.

"oh. great." i involuntarily roll my eyes. i totally forgot that we would be paired by the professor. "did you ask to change our grouping?" "yeah, actually! he said no." "well, he can go to hell. and so can you." i tell him, nonchalantly opening my laptop to download the reference papers for the report. "i happily would, but death hates me, so you have to wait."

i scroll over to the contents list. " i do the first half, you do the second half, i send you my document, you print it and turn it in. done deal." "i wish. we have to work together other the bullshit you will produce will not coherently go with the bullshit i produce. and then we will both fail. because this is worth 50% of our final grade." i totally forgot that. oh fuck, this is a total nightmare.

"fine, fuckwit. we start tomorrow. your house, because there's a party in my dorm." i close my laptop, shove my papers into a binder, take my cup and get up, walking away. i don't even realise it, but my heart is hammering like crazy. tomorrow arrives way faster than i thought, and i am sitting in the library of his absurdly huge mansion, enviously staring at the tall shelves of leather bound volumes. i hear his footsteps, and i go back to work.

"oi, here's some coffee." he pushes a cup of steaming black coffee and a sugar packet towards me. "thanks." i mumble, ignoring it and typing away at my laptop at the speed of light. "it's going to get cold." he says. "mhm." i hum, pirating a few reasearch papers that i need to cite. "for fucks sake, could you take a fucking break?" "no." " go fuck yourself." "why don't you fuck me yourself, you coward?" i reply, trying to not laugh too loud.

"oh. my god." he facepalms. "please, just do me a favour and drink the coffee. it's a special arabic blend apparently." "only if you let me borrow those criminology volumes on the top shelf for however long i want." i point towards them, not looking up. "yeah. now can you take a break? you're going way too fast for me to keep up." "you can look over it, if you'd like." i reply, showing my screen to him. i take a sip of the coffee, and it tastes absolutely wonderful, even without sugar.

"here, you can look at my work. edit it in places you think need it." he says, giving me his ipad. i look over it, and i fall in love with his writing style. it is neat and concise and it wonderfully connects concepts i didn't even know were related. it definitely does not need editing. "this is fine." i give it back to him, and he returns my laptop too.

"we'll continue tomorrow?" i ask. "yeah, sure. let me get those volumes for you." he walks over and pulls them out, handing them over to me. "promise me you won't give these to anyone else." "i am way too much of a gatekeeper to do that." i reassure him.

i stay up all night, studying the books with my noise cancelling headphones in, and i make notes in my journal. this continues for 3 weeks, and we both fall into a rhythm that we like. i can sometimes feel admiration for him, but i ignore it. i wonder if he feels the same way about me.

i keep working with my mentor on the case too. there aren't a lot of details, just that a gardener had died, and it was either a manslaughter or a murder rather than an accidental death due to poisoning. one of his parents was responsible, and the distraught widow was suing them in hopes of closure. what hurt most was that he had a child going through chemotherapy, and they were too poor to afford it.

the hearing date arrives. i decided to attend the hearing because i don't want to go to a celebratory brunch or socialize with the other interns. it goes well, and the judge declares that we need another session with forensic experts to determine the proper cause of death. i think it went well, and we have a chance of winning.

he runs up to me after, clearly in distress. "i thought we were friends." he looks at me with puppy eyes and i feel a bit of my anger fade. "we're not. i'm just doing my job." "do you really hate me that much? why are you helping these guys sue my parents? this could ruin everything for me." he says, on the verge of tears. "do you even know what happened?" "what happened?"

i sigh, and tell him every single tiny detail that i remember. "i know you think your life is over, but there's a chance for you after all of this. this kid gets only one strike, and i'm not going to let him down." i tell him, and walk away.

i get an invite to a party in the afternoon. its for the evening, and a lot of people are invited. i choose to go, even though i don't know the host, because i need a break from reality. what i was not counting on was the fact that he would also be there. and the venue was way too small and too crowded for me to pull an irish exit. oh, crap.

i stay in a corner, away from the alcohol and cocaine. he approaches me. "we have to talk." "okay." "outside." "why?" "oh, god fucking dammit." he grabs my arm and pulls me away to the back garden, the trees devoid of leaves and the air a little too cold. "what is it?" i almost yell at him. "why the hell are you always so rude towards me?" "well maybe if you weren't a piece of shit, i would be nice to you." "go to hell." "promise me i won't see you there." "you might." "then i wont go. piss off."

he tries to punch my stomach. i stop his fist and twist it behind his back. he uses his other hand to hit my shoulder, and i punch his ribs. we continue this, and the almost wintry air burns my lungs. my nose is bleeding, and his cheekbones and collarbone have a few bruises. i gasp for air, tired from the unexpected attack, when he crumples next to me.

"i- i can't." he breathes out shakily. "can't what?" i snap, not expecting an answer. "i can't keep lying. to you, to myself, to everyone else." "okay then, stop lying. simple." "do you want me to stop lying?" "please, asshole. you'd be doing the planet a favour." i don't expect him to bury his face in my shirt and start crying. i also don't expect my dignity, hatred and resolve to completely melt at this sight.

"i don't want to fight anymore. i don't want to live with my parents anymore. i don't want to be a part of someone's troubles. i don't want to hang out with these pricks that call themselves my friends." he rambles, and i can't help but bring my hand up and stroke his hair.

"i don't want to pretend that i hate you. because i love you so much." he says, completely breaking down. "hey, hey. ssh. its okay." i softly whisper, hoping that my heart doesn't leap out of my chest. suddenly, everything makes sense. why i stopped burning when i saw him, why i wanted to help him, why i wanted to hang out with him more often.

he looks up at me, his adorable features tinted red from all that crying, and i softly wipe the tears away, careful to not hurt his bruises. "i'm sorry i hit you. please don't hate me." he takes my hand in his. "its okay, i don't hate you." i tell him. he softly rubs his thumb under my nose, trying to clean the blood. i gently plant a kiss to his palm, not knowing how to apologize.

"you're so mean to me" he whines, cupping my face and kissing me. "yeah, duh. you suck." "you suck more. i hate you so much." "i want to kill you." "well, i'm already planning your murder." "you're lucky you're cute otherwise you would be six feet under." "you think i'm cute." we bicker, until i burst out laughing. "yeah, i think you're a cutie. sue me." i chuckle. he kisses me again, and i let it consume me this time. i want to spend the rest of my life with this man. i could burn the world for him. i would crawl through hell and back for him. i love him so much.

"hey, i found something that might be evidence." he tells me, breaking contact. i internally curse him. "you should've told me sooner! what is it?" i ask. " i found an old audio recording in the trash file of my drive. i don't have it on me right now though." holy crap. this could change everything, literally. "what does it say?" "i think its my dad threating to kill that guy with um, detailed descriptions of death. it matches with quite a bit of the autopsy."

"damn, dude. this is big." "yeah, it is. this could like, shut our entire family companies down." "school too?" "nope, there are many other patrons." "what about you?" "oh, please. my parents have a net worth of 700 million USD. i think we can afford to steal about 50 million."

"i'm sorry, we?" i ask. "yeah. we. us. your swedish hacker friend does this for a living and she owes you a favour. yeah, i know about that even though you didn't tell me." he smirks. "you went through my laptop." my jaw drops. of course he did that. the audacity of this bitch. "i'm sorry, i couldn't help it." he pleads, those eyes destroying my resistance piece by piece.

"fuck you." "fuck me yourself, you coward." he responds, using my words against me. "is that a threat?" "i don't know, is it?" oh god. this man. i clear my throat and change the topic. "i have to go to work after class tomorrow. you should bring the recording with you, preferably on a pendrive. we can't directly turn it in as evidence, and i need it to gloat in front of the others. also, we need to finish our report by wednesday." "its saturday right now, isn't it?" "more like sunday." i reply, pulling my phone out to check the time. 1 AM on sunday. i managed to bag evidence and get kissed by a hot guy. best weekend ever.

"mhm, okay. i'll do that." he says nuzzling into my neck and pressing tiny kisses along my jaw. i wrap my arms around him and kiss his forehead, taking advantage of his shorter height. "you want to come over? there's nobody in my dorm because everybody's here." i tell him. "you're rather bold, aren't you?" "yeah, well, i was thinking we could grab something from that korean convenience store and finish our work." i deadpan. "i'm okay with all that except the work part. we could binge something." "sounds good to me, let's go." we tangle our fingers, and walk away. i finally take a deep breath, admiring the chilly autumn moon and this gorgeous guy i totally wanted to marry.

🫀(blackbird)

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[nadinebrooks]

Here is the link to my masterlist.

He Gets Jealous Part 2

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

I didn't like the idea of (y/n) being close friends with Draco Malfoy, but what could I do? Even though they weren't in the same year, they did spend a lot of time together.

I had come to an understanding that their friendship came easy, but I didn't like to think about them being together. But it was hard to express my concerns simply because I wasn't dating (y/n).

(y/n) had detention tonight with Filch so I decided that I wanted to do something special since I knew it had been a long week for her.

I patiently waited outside his office for (y/n), but what I wasn't expecting was for her to come out with Draco Malfoy. Both of them were laughing. Somehow, they had ended up becoming very close friends which surprised the entire school because (y/n) wasn't a pureblood.

"What are you doing here Weasley?" He sneered eyeing me up and down.

"I was just waiting on (y/n)." I honestly answered. I was in no mood to argue with him tonight.

"I don't understand why you continue to hang around these blood traitors (y/n). Even though they're pureblood, I don't think you should be associating with them."

"Draco stop." She warned coming to my aid. "I think that you forget I am not even pureblood."

"You sure could pass as one." He grumbled. "Are you coming to the common room?"

"Not right now. I'm going to go with George for a little while. I'll see you later." She gave him a small smile before following after me down the hallways.

"If you lie down with dogs, you'll get up with fleas." Malfoy called out after us which caused her to let out an agitated sigh.

"Please ignore the snarky remarks. I told him that he needs to be nicer."

"I believe that Snape would give points to someone in Gryffindor before Malfoy says anything remotely nice to me."

"Shut up," she giggled giving me a light nudge, "I promise his bark is worse than his bite. But where are you taking me?"

"Have you ever been to the kitchen before?" I asked and she shook her head. We went inside and I took her around the room introducing her to all the house elves.

They absolutely adored her. I had even asked them to prepare (y/n)'s favorite meal. So while we were sitting and talking they cooked.

"Where'd you get that jacket?" I questioned gesturing down to it.

"Oh." She looked down at it. "Draco gave it to me. It got cold down there. I completely forgot to give it back to him."

"Are you going to give it back to him?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought maybe you liked wearing it. And I'm sure he likes seeing you in it."

"Well it sure is comfy." She smirked, "I may end up keeping it."

"Now you're just doing that because I said something about it." I chuckled. One of the elves, brought over a large platter of food which consisted of (y/n)'s favorite dish, complete with a couple of sides, and dessert.

We ate and then chatted some more before we both decided that it was time for us both to head to our common rooms.

(y/n) slipped out of Malfoy's jacket and I must've had a confused look on my face because she shrugged.

"So I can remember to give it back to him." We walked in silence, but it was a comforting silence. (y/n) and I didn't always need to be talking, we could just exist in silence and everything was fine.

And it was just our luck that Malfoy was exiting the common room the second we got to the entrance. It looked like he wasn't sleeping that well due to the fact that he came out in his pajamas and his hair wasn't perfectly styled.

"Thank you for this." (y/n) smiled handing it back to him. "I appreciated it."

"I don't need it back (y/n)." He waved his hand, "Keep it. It looks a lot better on you than it does on me."

"Oh no. I couldn't possibly do that. It's such a nice jacket."

"Please, I'll just write to my mum and tell her that I misplaced it. I promise it's fine."

"She said she doesn't want it." I spoke up. Draco looked over at me as if just realizing that I was standing there.

"Jealous Weasley? I know you couldn't possibly afford to give (y/n) a jacket like this-" He started.

"Draco stop it right now." Her eyes flashed dangerously at him. "I'm done letting you talk about the Weasley family like this. I'm not going to put up with it anymore." He mumbled a couple choice words under his breath and took off down the hallway.

"George?" She questioned looking up at me, "are you jealous of him?"

"I mean kinda," I scratched the back of my neck. "I'm sure your parents would much rather you be with a pureblood and Malfoy can give you so much more that I could."

"My parents don't care about blood status George, and neither do I. Nor do I care about money. I just want someone who is going to make me happy. Like you." She stood up on her tippy toes and lightly kissed me. "There is no reason for you to be jealous of Draco Malfoy."

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below (same as Trio)

I furiously watched as (y/n) sat beside Charlie hanging onto every single word coming out of his mouth. I knew that I shouldn't have a reason to be jealous because (y/n) and I were not dating, but I was not enjoying having to watch (y/n) laughing at something Charlie would say and then he would place his hand on her knee both of them laughing.

They were sitting on the couch and he was telling her stories and showing her photos from Romania from when he was working with dragons.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about?" George was standing beside me watching the scene unfold between (y/n) and Charlie. "You know that she loves dragons and what are the odds of knowing someone that works with them."

"I know." I clenched my fist, "I just don't understand why I'm so upset about it."

"You've got to be kidding me." George scoffed. "You're jealous because you like her. Plain and simple."

"I'm not jealous."

"Sure. Whatever you say." My brother said before turning around and heading into the kitchen. I did not want to leave (y/n) alone with my brother.

I watched as he threw his head back laughing at something she said. I could see a tint of blush on his cheeks. I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen because I couldn't stand having to watch them anymore.

I know that my whole family loved having (y/n) here because everyone got along so well with her. I think mom enjoyed her company the most because it gave her another girl to fuss over. And I knew that Ginny had always seen her as the older sister she never had.

I heard them giggling late at night in her bedroom. I always had the urge to go and sit outside the door and just listen to what they were talking about.

After about thirty minutes or so, mom called everyone into the kitchen to eat. (y/n) came bounding into the kitchen followed by Charlie.

"I think it's amazing that you get to work with dragons Charlie." She gushed. "I would love to be able to work with them when I finish school."

"I think we can arrange that." Charlie shot a wink at her before sitting down at the spot across from her. Suddenly I wasn't hungry. I didn't say anything for the rest of dinner, I just stared at my food not saying much of anything. The whole dinner (y/n) and Charlie just went on and on about dragons.

My parents had gone to bed early leaving the rest of us to eat dessert alone in the living room. Of course (y/n) was seated beside Charlie, but this time she was practically sitting in his lap.

She was now running her hands through his hair. When I couldn't take the giggling anymore, I excused myself and went to my room to cool down.

"Fred?" I lifted my gaze to see (y/n) standing at my doorway a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" I was furious. "You were outright flirting with my brother while I watched you."

"It was harmless flirting and you know that." She pouted. "We didn't mean anything by it."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that he was in on it. I wanted to see if I could make you jealous."

"Oh." I raised an eyebrow realizing that all the sudden affection made sense, "and that's all it was?"

"I promise." (y/n) walked into the room and sat down beside me. "Did it work?"

"Of course it worked. I was furious."

"Good." She grinned lightly kissing my nose, "You are so cute when you're jealous."

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

I had always found these games rather childish, but Cedric just wanted to do something to take his mind off of things. I didn't blame him since the first Quidditch match of the season was coming up so I didn't argue when he asked me accompany him to the Room of Requirements tonight. Him and some other people wanted to play some games like 7 minutes in heaven and truth or dare along with a couple of other party games.

At about 10:30, I went up to my room to freshen up a little bit. I put on a nicer outfit and threw on a little makeup. I wasn't trying to impress anyone, I just hadn't had a good reason to get somewhat dressed up in a while. Cedric was waiting for me down in the common room and when he saw me, his eyes brightened up.

"You must be dressing to impress someone?"

"No." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, "just because I get dressed up doesn't mean I'm trying to impress anyone."

"I didn't mean it like that (y/n)," he looked away clearly not expecting my reaction, "but you do look good."

"Thanks." I mumbled exiting the room followed by him. I didn't know where we were going so I just followed him. We walked in silence neither one of us saying much of anything. I don't know why I was so upset with him, but I did dress to impress him. I just wanted him to notice me and I've been doing everything I can to do that, but it just hasn't been happening.

I don't think he would ever see me the way I needed him to so the only reason I agreed to come to this was because maybe I could make him jealous. I wanted him to see what he was missing out on.

Waiting for us in the room were the Weasley twins, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Cho Change, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Oliver Wood, and the majority of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

I said hello to everyone before sitting down between George and Cedric. We played truth or dare for a little while, but nothing exciting really happened. Personally, I was really looking forwards to this 7 minutes in heaven.

Everyone had written down their names on a piece of paper and tossed it into a hat. So whoever you pulled out was who you had to go into the closet with. Now what you did in there was up to you two.

Harry and Draco went in together, then Angelina and Fred, Oliver and Cho, now it was my turn to pull out a name. I reached into the bag praying that it was Cedric, but I was pleasantly surprised when I pulled out George Weasley's name.

I sent him a shy smile before getting up and walking to the closet with him following behind me.

"You guys know the rules. You get 7 minutes and you can come out when the time is up." Fred smirked pushing the two of us in together. I wasn't expecting it to be so dark in here. I pulled out my wand.

"Lumos." I whispered illuminating the whole room.

"I prefer the dark." George mumbled scratching the back of his neck nervously. Looking at him I had this odd feeling that I made him nervous but I had no idea why.

"Do you want me to put out the light?"

"No." It seemed as if he was looking at everything in this tiny closet but me. "Look I know I'm not going to be very good at this whole making out thing, but I don't think we should disappoint everyone out there." He gestured towards the outside of the room. We both knew that everyone was listening to us just as I had been listening to everyone else who had come in here before us. He took a couple of steps towards me closing the gap. "May I kiss you?"

All I could do was nod. I was not expecting George Weasley to be this much of a gentleman at all. Suddenly, his lips were connected to mine. There were sweet and soft, exactly what I would have expected. His hands were resting on my waist and mine wrapped themselves around his neck. I could feel my heart rate intensifying.

"Sorry if I'm not up to your standards." He mumbled embarrassed, "it's been a while." He dropped his hands from my waist and backs up.

I roll my eyes, close the distance between us, and place my lips back on his. He takes this as an invitation to wrap his arms around my waist again pulling me into him.

"You're doing just fine George." I giggled when we pulled apart. I moaned slightly when George's lips come back to mine; them moving in perfect sync. The way that he kisses me makes my knees go weak and I love it. I hear a slight click and the room is suddenly flooded with light. Fred is standing there with the biggest grin on his face.

"Cedric is not happy at all." He says to me and then turns to his brother, "but I can see someone else is." He gestures down to his brother's pants.

"Sorry." I squeaked walking out of the closet.

"Don't worry about it." George groaned coming out behind to and going to sit down beside Fred who couldn't stop laughing. I sat down beside Cedric who was looking murderous.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask.

"Like you care." He snapped.

"Of course I care Cedric."

"I just had to listen to you make out with George." He shuddered, "who was clearly enjoying it. And I can assume that you did as well."

"I mean, yeah I did enjoy it. It felt nice to get some attention."

"And what's that supposed to mean (y/n)?"

"Exactly what you think that means Cedric." I hissed. "I'm not going to put up with you being jealous if we're not even an item."

"I'm not jealous." He scoffed.

"Whatever you say Cedric. Just know that I'm not going to put up with this." We sat there glaring at each other for the rest of the night not saying a word to the other. When it was time to go back to the room, I tried to hurry out of there but Cedric caught up with me.

"I'm sorry for overreacting."

"And?"

"For acting that way. You didn't deserve that. Now can I take you out to make up for it? Like a real date."

"I'd love that."

[devondeal]

Hello there wifey 💚💙 Here’s some Jedi ask questions about our favorite Jedi women, enjoy 😘

Ahsoka

1,9,21,50

Barriss

2,38,42,43

Luminara

10, 16, 46, 49

Leia

5, 14, 39, 48

Oooo I love me my Jedi women! I had a blast answering these, thanks wifey! 💙💚

Ahsoka

1.) How did she find her Kyber crystal(s)?

So the first time she had to have had gone with her creche led by Yoda I imagine. I think the Illum cave would only show her the Kyber after she learned to slow down and not let her anxieties rush her. I say this because this is a consistent issue for early seasons Ahsoka where she is very impulsive.

For her second Kyber crystal, she had to have gone to Illum with Anakin. I think Ahsoka did not expect to need another crystal because I feel like it was Anakin's observation as a teacher that she was best suited to Jar Kai (dual wielding). It is possible Ahsoka became insecure at her Master deciding she needed a second blade like maybe she wasn't doing good enough with one even though that's not at all what he meant. So I feel like the crystal would present itself to her when she learns to accept that it's ok to use a different style than is the most common and traditional. That she isn't any less a skilled Jedi because she is better with two lightsabers (which would mean a lot to me personally as someone who always needed extra help in school).

9.) Their favorite memory with their Master

I feel like her favorite memory with Anakin would be anytime he teaches her about mechanics given she's mentioned it a few times in Clone Wars namely when she fixes her comm on Geonosis.

I chose this because given what we learned in Tales of the Jedi of how Anakin trained her, these memories of combat training may be confusing and stressful. She probably would turn to a different activity they did together for good memories.

I feel like she also gets nostalgic just remembering when Anakin and Obi Wan bickered like siblings while she just rolled her eyes.

21.) Their greatest challenge

Ahsoka in my opinion really really desperately needs to work on letting go of her guilt and insecurities. She has a tendency to feel responsible for things beyond her control which really gets out of control with Darth Vader.

She just never feels good enough and questions every decision she makes and that only gets worse when she realizes the man who taught her turned to the dark side.

50.) Something in canon about them you reject

The Ahsoka show so far. I'm sorry but I just don't like story or the interpretation of her character at that point in time. She just doesn't feel the same to me anymore. She feels so watered down and just not how the Ahsoka from Clone Wars and even Rebels would act.

Barriss

2.) Why did she build her lightsaber hilt the way she did?

Barriss's hilt is pretty simple so I feel like she built it for practicality. Plus as a healer, she isnt one for fighting so she wouldnt put as much thought into a weapon. There are some similiarities to Luminara's lightsaber so that's definitely a tribute. I also notice that the metal of saber isnt as shiny as most lightsabers. Maybe it's for stealth, or maybe it's a lighter metal to carry, possibly native to her planet if we wanna get sentimental.

Her blade would be blue because Barriss's number one priority is to protect above all. I just love how her lightsaber hilt looks because it's so symmetrical and seems pleasant and easy to hold. The bit of gold at the top is just enough to make it stand out and a lovely tribute to her Master.

These pics are from the lightsaber books which helped inform my opinion given when I google it, her saber looks different depending on what comes up. I also like how it describes her hilt in the end of the paragraph:

38.) Their favorite place in the Jedi Temple

The archives cuz she's a nerd 🤣 seriously though, I think reading and learning stimulates her in a way she needs and is a comfort for her when she's anxious.

42.) What's something she'll never forget?

Sorry for the angst but the Geonosis Arena. That changed everything for her. She saw so many fellow Jedi killed and that was so traumatizing for her, she just couldn't be on the battle field again for a long while according to the canon short story.

The happier answer is Luminara just being the bestest Master and also the moment she realized she has feelings for Ahsoka.

43.) If she could talk to any deceased Jedi, who would it be and why?

I'm gonna give the obvious answer with Luminara and I feel like she would need to say everything she wish she could have told her when she was alive. Especially to free Luminara from any sense of guilt she may have regarding how the war affected Barriss.

Luminara

10.) Her favorite memory with her Padawan

I think it would be watching Barriss build her lightsaber like in the 2003 series. She would be so proud of Barriss I know it.

I also think there are many moments in The Approaching Storm of watching Barriss just having fun. I think she and Anakin basically have a splash fight in a river. Also Luminara would definitely be so proud of Barriss's lightsaber dance. I can see her looking back on these memories after the Clone Wars began wishing it were like that again.

16.) Who are her best friends and how did she meet them?

Obi Wan and Quinlan since I think they're close in age. They'd meet as young Padawans maybe sparring. She probably bested Obi Wan and he was just all blushy which Quinlan def teased him for. They probably got in trouble together all the time. Or maybe as 8 year olds, Quinlan dared Lumi to kiss Obi Wan leaving the poor boy all blushy and tripping over himself 🤣

46.) Your favorite headcanon about her

That she hates Ventress with unreasonable fury 🤣 also that she and Obi Wan are in love and she was a naughtier Padawan.

The reason for that last bit is I headcanon Katri to be her first Master but she sadly was killed as we saw in Tales of the Jedi while Luminara would still be pretty young so she'd probably struggle with that grief. It's also why I feel like Dooku might have a soft spot for Luminara because he respected her Master and avenged her. But I feel like Luminara had to have struggled with the dark side as a teenager as a result of all this.

49.) Her greatest moment

That one bit in a comic where she kicks a pebble at a giant and it knocks him the fuck out looking like she just doesn't have time for this nonsense 🤣

Onscreen, I'd say in Cloak of Darkness, when she was willing to admit she made a mistake about Ventress to Ahsoka. It's so rare to see authority figures be so humble and admit a mistake. It really shows how wonderful and kind and soft she is. It shows why she is to me one of the greatest Jedi.

Leia

5.) Her favorite thing about being a Jedi

Being a Jedi would feel like coming home for Leia. Because she has always felt the Force though she didn't know it. Being a Jedi would feel like reuniting with an old childhood friend. It would remind her of how Bail and Breha raised her to be kind and never let cruelty prevail.

14.) How does she like to meditate?

I feel like she'd prefer isolation. I think she'd levitate because we see Rey doing that so I imagined she learned it from her. I think Leia would also meditate while holding onto a trinket from Alderaan because she'd need something to fidget with. And as a woman of action, meditating would be hard for her so she'd need an object to take out any energy with.

39.) If she were to enter an ancient temple, what would she see?

Since ancient temples love to fuck with Force sensitives, Leia would probably see Darth Vader morphing between that form and Anakin since I feel like he's her worst nightmare. She's afraid if she has any bit of him in her because of genetics so he'd taunt her abt that.

48.) A crack headcanon about her

Leia has the biggest potty mouth and it's a fucking problem. She has def slipped some cuss words in places she REALLY should not. Yes she has all the royal and political training but piss her off enough and the entire senate will hear exactly how she feels. Tarkin has def been at the recieving end of it and she has been suspended as a result.

The only reason Leia keep C3PO around is that she needs him to do her hair. All those fancy updoes? Yeah she never had to do them a day in her life but she does want to look her best so she keeps his annoying metal ass around. Eventually though, it's Han who does her hair for her and 3PO is just there for... tradition? Maybe translation abilities 🤣

[akumanoken]

Finally tired and about to go to bed but I gotta get this off my chest.

I'm feeling so much happier and productive lately now that I've decided to throw my lot in what I am doing seriously. In a day's time I'm gonna be throwing my lot in with my tarot as well with a kofi membership and I'm really happy about it and what I'm offering (though that means I'll have to be consistent and it'll make me busy for sure LOL).

I've been making changes to my store and set ups, I'm looking at different options for physical products, I'm working on some illustrations for my friend's stream (a whole new style as well so I'm scared but also excited) and I've been thinking about different sticker sheets I can do. I've already created two of them, and being unsatisfied with the ones I made before I went ahead and placed them in the bin and deactivated the listings on etsy.

I'm just really doing well and feeling good. I'm so ready to make this happen and I cannot to show you guys the things I have in store. It's such a fun and wonderful feeling and honestly, it's so much better than being on a phone worrying about my voice or having to answer to a boss who lives on the other side of the country.

I feel like I'm living the dream. I know the rest (aka consistent money) will come, and it'll come easily as long as I work toward what I'm doing, but I'm really excited about it and being able to simply do this. I'm lucky enough to be able to do it and I realize that things don't fall together as easily for so many people so I'm eternally grateful...

Okay I'm done rambling I need to go to bed or something LOL

[thompsborn]

Hi! How are you?

First, thank you for create tbaf and hb, I really love the au's you create and how you tell stories, idk you are amazing. I just needed to tell you :D

Now, I'm sorry if this ruins the 'no spoilers' but can you say if there is a happy ending for homeward bound series or is there not one planned yet?

Have a nice day, thanks!

hello!! i’m pretty good, actually! i hope you’re doing good, as well!!

no one has to thank me for tbaf and hb, these two projects have been very fun to write and have helped me a lot in terms of developing my writing styles and exploring different approaches to writing in general, and i genuinely LOVE writing them (even if i sometimes go a Very Long Time between updating them lmao) so please no need to thank me!! thank YOU for reading them !! ❤️❤️❤️

honestly i’m not against giving spoilers, i’m more just worried about posting them and anyone who may have wanted to avoid them getting upset? it happened a few times back when i wrote reddie fics (the reason i stopped writing for the it fandom is because i would get a lot of messages and asks that were in general not nice and very demanding about what i write and how often i post and it just took all the fun out of it) so i’m just like… overly cautious probably lmao

but!! if anyone WANTS vague spoilers, there are some that i don’t want to share at all because i’m very excited to see peoples reactions to them (there are things i haven’t even told oddy, who i have messaged A Lot about hb and have told the most about my plans for it) but i’m down for some spoilers/hints !!

here’s my compromise i guess for anyone who WANTS to see these hints and mild/vague spoilers and stuff: i’m down to post them, but i’m gonna put them under a read more tab and maybe i’ll start a hb spoiler tag?

homeward bound fic is my tag for the series (i also follow the tag in case anyone else ever wants to post about it pfkfkf) but i’ll tag this homeward bound fic spoilers and any posts in the future that drops hints and shit will be tagged the same !!

anyway, your question: will hb have a happy ending? look under the cut if you’d like to see my answer!!

okay, so here’s some transparency about the series: i don’t have the whole thing planned out.

i have a lot of ideas and i have certain things decided and vague ideas about the other parts, but past the last three chapters of the first fic, i don’t have like proper outlines or anything just yet. i didn’t even have a plan for the first fic when i posted the first like two or three chapters—i was coming up with it as i wrote it and it wasn’t until i was a couple chapters in that i started planning ahead because it was at that point that i realized how massive i wanted the fic to be and it was around that time that i started thinking about making it a series instead of a stand alone fic.

i’m still trying to decide who the antagonists of the second fic are gonna be (i know one, but i’m debating adding more and am ironing out subplots and such)

basically: i don’t know how the series is going to end yet. i’m planning on having the four main fics that will basically be the main story, and then having additional one shots/short fics that kind of fill in gaps and provide moments after college, as the four fics are supposed to encompass one of their school years. this might change, i might make it three fics or add a fifth one or something, but as of now that’s my plan.

while i don’t have the actual ending figured out, i can say with certainty that i want it to be a good ending. maybe not necessarily a super happy one, but it’s not going to end in tragedy. harley and peter are going to have a future together. the spidey squad is going to remain a found family and support system for each other. (also the spidey squad is going to consist of more than the core four we currently have, but i’m not going to spoil that part. it’ll start to be clear who else will be in it group as the series continues. matter of fact, the last chap of the first fic starts that process!)

the one shots that i plan to write based after the end of the main fics will have a lot of snapshots of moments as they all grow up — ups and downs, highs and lows, relationships taking next steps and having fights and making up and everything in between.

this answer is kind of long and rambly, sorry, let me try to summarize my answer in a few sentences:

while the ending of homeward bound has not been officially decided, it is not going to be a bad ending. it’s not going to end in sadness or tragedy. that being said, it might not be a super upbeat ending either, because life will always have its struggles, but the ending will be hopeful and happy in whatever way is most fitting of the series once it ends.

hopefully that answers your question well enough? idk i don’t wanna make it sound like it doesn’t have a happy ending at all, because i definitely want the best for these characters and their futures, but homeward bound has, at its core, been the embodiment of being a realist—not an optimist, not a pessimist, but a realist. the reason i started writing the first fic was because in the emotional turmoil following nwh, i wanted to try and take a realistic approach towards what peter’s story could be following the spell and may’s death and the loss of everything that his life used to be. and also wanted to explore how harry and gwen could be introduced and how harley could be brought into the loop. and of course as a parkner shipper how to make it into parkner as well lol.

life is hard. these characters have been through a lot (and will go through a lot more as the series progresses) but they are strong and they are full of love for each other and that will get them through it.

thank you for the ask!!! genuinely i LOVE answering questions about my fics and having a chance to ramble about them so please feel free to send more!!

[nellie-elizabeth]

Outlander: Singapore (7x05)

Huh, interesting. A couple of significant changes I'm not sure how to feel about, but an otherwise solid episode!

Cons:

Now, as a caveat, it has been a minute since I read the books, but I'm almost sure the scene with Ian meeting Emily's son goes a lot differently. For one, Ian is the one to name the kid Swiftest of Lizards, and Emily actually asks Ian to name her daughter, but he feels a connection to the older boy, and names him instead. It's left incredibly ambiguous as to whether or not this really is Ian's biological son, although later events strongly suggest this to be the case. In the show, they cast a little white kid to play Swiftest of Lizards, so it seems pretty clear we're not supposed to have any doubt. And he already has his Mohawk name, and Ian gives him an English one: Ian James. I'm... not sure how to feel about this. I liked the subtlety, the ambiguity, in the book. And I liked that Ian claimed the right to name him in the Mohawk fashion, instead of being handed the opportunity by Emily. It makes Ian's connection to his Mohawk identity stronger, that he names this child of his spirit in the tradition of one of his chosen people, instead of the people of his birth. I don't know, it just felt a little too neat and tidy, the way this played out.

Another change from the books is that I think Brianna realizes that the hazing is something they've done to the other people a little sooner? She doesn't go home and talk about how this was an act of sexism with Roger, and get his reassurance. I don't... mind that, strictly speaking, but I do think the stuff with Roger works a little better if he's not quite so perfect at atoning for his mistake of not supporting her perfectly. He's got a lot of sexist ideas that he has to work to overcome consistently.

Pros:

I will say, Bree and Roger are a lot easier to like as a couple in the 1980s than they were in the past. I don't know why, exactly, but something about Sophie Skelton's acting style (she's still a weak point in the show for me) works a little better in a more contemporary setting. And gosh, Roger looks handsome with his 80's haircut and clothes, holding his daughter in his arms... I also like the sinister hints that something's going on, with the food wrappers, and Mandy seeming to see someone lurking outside.

I'm glad they kept in things like Jem talking to his grandfather in the graveyard, and Brianna wondering if her parents might be buried there at Lallybroch. She's afraid to look. And the bit about Jem speaking Gaelic at school and getting in trouble for it - it's so wild to me that things like that can happen. How evil do you have to be to actively try and stamp out language and culture like that? It's cool that we're keeping these little subplots in, when there's so much else we need to cover. Another highlight is Brianna weeping over her parents and deciding to read another letter. The device of having Claire's narration come through the form of letters to Bree and Roger works better than just the out of nowhere narration that the show has been struggling with since day one.

Meanwhile, the Hunters and William are traveling together, and they stop for the night with a couple who lures them off the road and tries to murder and rob them in the dead of night! William saves them by killing the man and incapacitating the woman, but he has complicated feelings about having killed someone for the first time. I loved that the scenes with them started with a moral debate over the merits of taking a human life. Obviously the Quakers are anti-violence, but William points out that part of what allows them their stance is that they depend on others to enact violence on their behalf. Denny used medical cadavers for his research, and they were executed criminals! How does he circle that square?

I will also say, in contrast to my thoughts last week, I was a little bit charmed by Rachel here. I thought she had decent chemistry with William, and I also thought the moment when she and Ian ran into each other was pretty sweet. I've found that when Ian gives a big smile, it makes him look young and boyish and super charming in a not-conventionally-attractive way. (The scene between Ian and Claire about his chances to father children in the future was very sweet, too.)

I was excited for Claire and Denny's team-up as surgeons at Fort Ticonderoga, it was super refreshing to have him show up and immediately respect her opinion, the same way she respected his. They work together to amputate a man's leg, but are forced to leave the injured man behind as the British approach to take the fort, meaning he'll end up a prisoner of war. Book readers know that this man has a role to play later on, so that'll be interesting to see.

Meanwhile nobody takes Jamie seriously about his worries that the British army will approach from over the water and take the high ground, and even after he tries to convince the higher-ups, they ignore him. Turns out, he was right, and the Americans are forced to flee and let the British take the fort. You should always listen to Jamie Fraser, he knows what he's talking about here! I like that we're seeing some of Jamie's tactical brilliance, but also the way he stays cool under pressure, and has learned how to keep his mouth shut when he's being disrespected. He will lead the men under his command with honor, he'll fight for what he thinks is right, but he's also got his survival, and that of his family, front of mind. It's a good balance for his character!

So there ya have it. Lots of stuff going on. I know I keep saying this over and over, but it impresses me how little they're cutting out of the books. Every time I realize we're getting a particular scene or a setup for a character to arrive, I find myself a little surprised, thinking about all the stuff that could have been cut off to make room for the main plot. There wasn't a lot of Claire in this episode compared with most of the other characters, and I think that's okay - she has plenty of time to shine later on!

8.5/10

[loveletterstothepast]

Hopeless; Devoted.

The past becomes reoccurring more often than not, paths overlap more than we care to acknowledge. Everything happens within perfect reason and regardless if God, universal, or fate ties us together.

Something about the past I never got to brush up on was a mutual love a friend and I kindly coexistedly shared for a similar person. Although I was given an opportunity to be with that person my friend did not. I did my best to not allow that friend to know I loved that person as well, for years. At the same time and it was like a secret we both couldn’t keep from one another, yet we avoided the confrontation of our affections. After years spent in silence for those people we were we finally able to discuss it. Due to my loss I’ve found myself reevaluating who I was and am. Who I planned on being and if that’s the right path to take. Truthfully a lot of my anger stems from that old lover. The friendship we shared and how it was gobbled up in flames. How I was so used to running to that person when things go wrong and I find myself now looking for something within myself to send him a message. But it’s not for the right reasons. I want to start a fight. I want a huge distraction from my reality that I want to start a fight with someone who deserves it, so I can place my anger somewhere. But after finally confronting my friend about his old crush and asking how long. What it was that he fell for. I was able to lay that beef to rest.

When I was younger it wouldn’t have helped to ask why you were in love with that mutual friend. It hasn’t helped knowing why my beautiful friend was in love with him. Nothing helped because I don’t know that person. And I realized that during mourning my son, I also was mourning that child I had befriended and I’m not sure when he went from being my normal companion to the atrocious man he became. I understand now though that I want to hold that child responsible for the adult he is. I can finally lay that anger to rest knowing that child could never do those thing to these people and would’ve never hurt Elijah. He would’ve never have betrayed my Sunshine. Upon realizing that; I don’t want to argue and I want to leave it behind. But I want to talk to that little girl and that teenager.

I’m sorry I subjected you to a life of confusion in romance. I’m sorry I made you do things you never wanted and claimed it was all in the name of affection. It wasn’t. It was pure selfishness and although you looked perfectly happy along that persons side and you looked like a mushed baby. It wasn’t real. Love doesn’t destroy you and build you back together lumpy. It takes care and nurtures you. As much as I wish we could all make a choice to go back in time and change things. I would leave it mostly the same in your relationship style because of your trauma you were able to mature. You were able to decide for yourself what you wanted and what you deserved. You found your self worth and avoided anyone who would give you less. This look of love and enjoyment in your eyes was reserved for one person but as you grew up. You’ve found something better. Someone better for you. A love that’s not convenient or on their time. It’s consistent and you’ve deserved it for a long time while also denying yourself.

This isn’t a love letter of regrets for things I never said. This is so I can lay your anger to rest. I don’t have to hide from my feelings about our son. We don’t have to hold people responsible for anything anymore and I don’t need vengeance. We can talk about it and not be ashamed. People live and learn and they love. It’s a constant loop of things and people never notice the patters and for once. I did. I chose us little me. I chose to talk about Elijahs love that he never discussed because he finally deserved to lay that part of him to rest and somehow helping him carry the weight was enough for us to finally let down our load and realize that our anger comes from running away. We don’t have to run away from missing our baby or missing things that we genuinely love/d. We have to face them and embrace those parts of us.

The worst part about finally discussing all of this is finally realizing, that you’re gone. You’re a child and I can say goodbye to you through these small adult learning lessons. I would’ve changed the outcome if I could. I’d prefer to have Micha here. But I realize in due time all things we want come to us. In the meantime we have to learn. Continue on with our lives and carry those loved ones with us. I also realize that in order to continue growing we have to close doors officially in order to see the new ones opening.

I love my life. I love my boyfriend and our baby may he rest in peace. I love my friends and I love my mom. You learned to forgive and that the strongest part of being yourself is that you didn’t stop loving even when you could’ve closed your heart completely and you could’ve been allowed your villain era, but you’ve handled it all with responsibility and ownership of what you lost and hopefully one day I can tell little you that you are stronger than you know.. and that you do deserve the life you live. You are worthy of it all and although you loved so foolishly while younger. It wasn’t in vain.

I wish you would’ve been hopelessly in love with yourself. Hopelessly devoted to yourself. I wish you had chosen you and your peace sooner. You would’ve been able to let go sooner but you live and learn. You deserve to be proud of finally asking your friend about it without that angry heart. You should be proud of yourself for understanding everyone as best you can. I wish you and I never became a home wrecker. I wish I could tell you that part is okay, but it’s not and it never will be. But you should be proud of yourself for owning up to that and apologizing and becoming the best person you could.

We’ll still grow. We’ll still learn. But it’ll be okay. Every ounce of love you’ve given comes back. It’s worth keeping your heart open. Even when you experience loss. It’s okay that you want to be angry. But you shouldn’t hide your real anger by deciding to attack other people for things you go through. It wasn’t their fault and although you’ll still feel the sense that during all of this you should make it other peoples problem. You should turn your face and accept that being angry is a normal part of losing someone as special as Micha. You don’t have to make it about old things or old anger. You don’t have to pretend it belongs elsewhere. This is natural and even though it feels gross to not be able to get it out, it belongs nowhere else than for what you’ve lost. My anger isn’t for that old lover. My anger is for why we lost our son. It shouldn’t be for anything else. You have chances to have a child again, and they’ll never replace that sweet baby. But it’ll be because you’re ready to try again. In your own time. Trust that when the right thing comes your way you’ll make the right choices. This isn’t just for little me, it’s for future me too. We finally officially closed the doors to that person and finally cut off the last tie we didn’t know was still tethered and we did it without confronting that person but confronting ourselves. Feel for Micha to the full extent. He was his own person and we should never cover him up with stupid things that don’t matter anymore.

I love you Izzy. Every version of you and I forgive you for being a silly kid and a stupid young adult.. and I’m proud of you for having a beautiful heart. We would’ve never have recognized these things if it weren’t for that perfect baby boy. We have to live for him so he looks down on us and is proud too. So when we go to the afterlife, we can hold and love that perfect boy. So our family whatever else we decide to do with it can grow and be together one day. Live in love.

Goodbye little me. I’ll make you proud and accept the beautiful gift of life that we had always deserved. I’ll be with the lover we always dreamed of having. Our perfect Cj and though you don’t know it back then, you deserve it now.

[sporadicspores]

well despite having 10 other tavs and two durges i still need to play, i ended up caving and completely making a new file/save for Vrisryn since their main campaign is just... corrupted as hell at this point lmao. it was funny at first with little glitches like the whole Astarion-confessing-to-being-a-vampire-on-the-first-long-rest thing (which works since Vrisryn def noticed he was a vampire right away anyways) and minor stuff like the companions just forgetting that they had a high approval rate together. but by the time i got to Act 3, it was like... painfully bugged, to the point of their entire romance with Halsin being skewed/glitched, and major parts of companion quests weren't executing properly. with the whole point of restarting it being to 1-to get a fresher grasp on their character/make more in-character choices and 2-to be able to play the epilogue properly without glitches, it felt like i had to restart again. (thank god i love them so much and would replay their run 1290823980482394 times)

that being said, i was able to fully take the time to flesh out their Act 1 clothing, stats, armor etc! and i realized i never made any real proper post or introduction for them before posting the first chapter of their backstory/fic, so... behold! the refreshed Vrisryn (or Vrysryn as they're named in my game to avoid save issues lmao)

i decided to go for a more civilian looking outfit since they would have been in Baldur's Gate, not the wilderness they considered home when abducted. they were traveling to bring research findings and samples from the Underdark to the Lodge of the Society of Brilliance on behalf of their circle, as well as to fulfil some personal curiosities and make a bit of coin by selling/trading herbs and tinctures in the city. routine stuff mostly, that landed them unfortunately in the illithids capture. and ofc i had to use the autumnal druid dye from astralsprout on nexusmods bc i mean. look at them. that dye was made for them. typically though, when traveling they would roam in druidic armor or their camp clothes, which consist of a long overcoat and simple garments:

in my canon/work, they also don't really take their headpiece off like... at all, not until like Act 2.5 at least and even then, it's only around Astarion, Karlach, Wyll and Shadowheart. it isn't until Act 3 when they've finally reached the Elfsong that they let their guard down fully about their Spellscar, and their headpiece is used to help cover it since it takes the shape of antlers and stems from around the same area that their headpiece lay. The Spellscar appears in a similar fashion to the spores that typically surround their person and effects during travel/battle, so as long as their headpiece is attached, it's rather difficult for anyone who isn't familiar with Spellscars to notice that that's what's going on with them when it appears.

also the foreshadowing of this shot given the weird temporary triangle of angst they fall into with Gale and Astarion cracks me up but we'll get to that in many future fic chapters lmao

anyways this was really just for me to be able to dump some pics and keep a timeline of stuff as it develops in this playthrough. i'll do a more proper introduction post later and i'm gonna try to remember to reblog this whenever i get around to finishing my own character sheet of them in my style so i can show the differences between how they appear in bg3/how i see them and how they actually appear! stuff like them having top surgery, their Spellscar/it's effects, and other little details that bg3 simply can't convey. even if it's just for my own sake i'm excited to share more about their character on here :3 it's crazy to me how they started as simply an over-glorified self insert and then within 10 hours developed into a whole different, realized character with a HUGE backstory. that bg3-inspiration pipeline goes crazy when you're on hiatus in your own dnd campaign i suppose lol (also gonna try to post my next chapter of spores & stars later next week! just gotta push through finals and the end of this semester, then i plan on letting the oc brainworms consume me during the entirety of my break before summer classes begin oTL)

[peytonerickson]

Grad Show Reflection

Wow. Crazy to think we’re done grad show. Being on the Graphic Design team was a crazy, busy experience. I fell quite a bit behind my process blog with this class, but here’s all the process we did for all our responsibilities. 

So the logo was the first thing on the to do list. We discussed, after seeing everyone's mood boards, about having all the students make a letter for the logo. The class loved the idea and we got right on it. We had all the students pick a letter out of a mug and design it in any way they liked. 

After we got all the letters back, we realized that some people created them in different mediums (Jaiden drew hers, Alyssa made a sticker, and Katie was much more digital). So, after seeing these few letters, we felt inspired to make all the letters into different mediums showcasing the “variety” of our program and the different classes we take. Some issues we came across when making the logo were the random bright white spots (the outline of the sticker and the K’s ripped paper background) and felt that they stood out too much against the other letters. Another issue we encountered was the flow of the letters and how they should work together. Luckily (not sure how it happened) but the letter R and I perfectly had that movement that we needed, so once we saw that I feel like the rest just came to us. Took a while to take all the letters and make a nice, cohesive logo out of them but I’m really happy with how the final logo turned out.

Next up was posters. So with the posters, we also had to figure out what colours we wanted to use, the context on the posters, and of course the layout. This took much longer than it should’ve in my opinion. There was a lot of back and forth when it came to ideas, and when I thought we were close to finished more new ideas came to. Unfortunately, I had to leave for a week but when I was gone it seemed my team did good and we settled on colours (thanks to Jorden) and with that finished the style guide (thanks to Chelsea). Once we figured out the colours and sent them to other teams, social media and web got to work on their content using our colours (yellow, red, black) and fonts (agenda). 

I think we figured out pretty early in the game that the poster would just consist of the letters all the classmates made, slowly spelling out “Variety Pack”. It was tougher than I thought with how the letters should align and move with each other on the poster. After sharing a few concepts and poster layout ideas, the class gave great feedback and we kept moving!

Final poster to the right! I thought it was so cool seeing how our posters kept changing (but for the good)! I was really happy with how our final poster turned out. The letters were placed randomly, but there was still the sense of the grid with aligning the additional context with certain letters and spacing. It was also kinda weird seeing how our colours kept changing. For some reason the codes kept getting funny on us and the printers kept changing the colour, but it all worked out! 

Invitations! After a bit of research and just discussing ideas we came up with one right away. These we kept pretty simple, but I’m really happy with how they turned out. Chelsea thought of using the R and E for reception and exhibition which I love! The front side was our logo printed out on a sticker placed on top of the rip to give that idea of the sticker holding the paper together. We also decided to write “You’re Invited” with marker and once we did that, we kinda kept that theme going in a few others things from then on. The digital version was the same, but we just included the Variety Pack sticker look on the same side as the info. 

More posters! These posters we hung up in the three window displays by the gallery. When we were doing a walk around a couple weeks before the show, Jorden, Chelsea and myself felt that we needed to use these windows somehow. We thought it would be nice that when you first walk into the cultural center and see posters that explain and showcase our show would be nice.

We definitely new about the map poster and our show poster, but we didn’t know what to do for our third poster. We thought back to our handwritten feature we have around the show and decided to do something with that. Initially it was going to be “Thank You for coming to our show”, but we ultimately decided on “Welcome to Our Grad Show”. The map Jorden and I worked on together, and the Welcome poster I wrote but Chelsea designed. I was very happy with how these posters turned out :)

Next up, guides. These were by far the biggest headache makers. We were cutting it close on time so the three of us got these done up and finished in just a couple days. Our initial design had type go across the spread with all the graduates a little over the center. Unfortunately, however, when it came to printing there were a few issues. None of the pages aligned and the headshots for some reason came out looking really “greasy” and not good honestly. We were not happy with this, and given how close it was already to the show we decided to redesign it without spreads and just do the information on pages. 

The new and revised version printed out much nicer. Also, on top of things we decided to hand stich the books together. I personally struggled a bit with this but really enjoyed learning the process of it! I also loved the aesthetic it gave to our guides. It connected it more to us rather than just having some store do everything for us. 

Just a few days before the show as well, we hung up our exhibition statement and a giant “sticker” in the main entrance of our show. So the first thing people see when they walk in is our logo and can read about our show. (also shoutout to Chelsea for writing a killer statement). 

Aside from all this, we also made stickers for all the letters, trading cards for all the students and social media posts. I don’t have any photos on me right now like I thought I did so I will post some tomorrow morning! 

I should’ve been on my process more, but things just got away from me - which is no excuse, sorry. Overall, I am super proud of my Graphic Design team. We did A LOT. I never felt so much stress before but it was well worth it. Our show turned out so good and so us as a class. There's a few things I would do differently now knowing everything, but wouldn’t change anything about the show.

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I’ve made some more sprites! From top left to bottom right: Zephrine’s half-elf form, @nataliesartprofile ‘s Myra as her human and wererat self respectively, and an updated sprite for @chaoticcomposition ‘s Surina because she’s big and lovely and got a new shirt pretty much right after i did her first one lmao