#me: ah yes. a quick little sketch request; my brain: okay now what if we colour it through a method you're not used to

[xejune]

little request for @bookcalanthedaily of her calanthe & ciri (+ an additional tiny comic), thank you for your patience! ✨

sketches + process shot underneath the cut!

[sevlgi]

patient

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: hwasa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: tattoo artist!hwasa, flustered!reader [15/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: It’s hard for you to be patient about your next tattoo session when your artist is so damn gorgeous.

a/n: um??? I love tattoo aus???? also don’t come at me for the name, I’m not creative

word count: 1.9k

“Elegant Chaos.”

You test the name out on your tongue, staring up at the slightly grimy neon sign of the shop. The entire front is one-way glass, so all you can see is your own reflection and the ones of the people bustling around you.

Before you can make up a decision to open the door to the store or not, someone else does; a pretty brunette woman steps out and smiles at you, crazy beautiful with full lips and crescent-eyes. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah.” You show her the printed-out address your friend sent you and step a bit closer. “Is this a tattoo shop? I searched the address up but nothing resulted, I was referred by a friend.”

She barely takes a glance at the address before flashing another bright grin. “Oh, yep! This is our tattoo shop, we opened a couple months ago. It’s weird that we’re still not showing up, but oh, well. Want to come in?”

You barely register her quick words but step into the shop after her, the smell of rubbing alcohol, paper, and perfume vaguely stinging your nose. “I’m Solar, the receptionist,” she introduces, walking behind what you presume to be her desk. Out front, some teenagers talk quietly, a tall, dark-haired boy with a sleeve sipping at a banana milk.

“Cool. Uh, I’m Y/N. I don’t have an appointment, is that okay?”

Solar nods, tapping at her phone. “Sure. Jungkook over there is just waiting for Byul to finish her other client, and Wheein is prepping to pierce the kids. Hwasa’s our best artist, anyway, does that sound good?”

Her question startles you from staring at the intricate sketches taped all over the walls, the same 3 signatures stamped everywhere. “What?”

She laughs, though it’s not rude. “We have one artist left, Hwasa, but since you’re referred, you probably don’t have someone in mind, right? You can go to see her now, she’s free.”

“Great. Do I just...?” At Solar’s nod, you walk past her and into the back. The studio’s quite small, to be honest; there are 4 stations, two of them occupied. One of them, who you guess is Byul, is tattooing an elderly man, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the art on her bicep. 

The second, probably Wheein, is wiping down her tools, and she’s the first to notice you. “Hi!” she grins, turning the music blasting from the radio down with her ungloved hand. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Solar mentioned that I should come find Hwasa,” you explain, eyes widening at the complicated art being tattooed on the elderly man. “Are you...?”

“No, I’m Wheein.” Ah, so you were right. “This is Byul, she’s a bit preoccupied,” Wheein smiles, dimples poking into her cheeks. “I’ll get Hye- sorry, Hwasa for you.”

She hurries out to the back, and you can hear talking through the open door, before she comes back, the woman you presume to be Hwasa behind her.

Instantly, you’re starstruck; she’s stunning in a way that’s completely unique, long dark hair and tanned skin contrasting beautifully. The only makeup she wears is a bold red lipstick, her tank top showing the delicate tattoos she has. “Hey, I’m Hwasa,” she greets, sticking her hand out. Her nails are long, too.

“Y/N.” You accept the handshake, trying not to stare. “Uh, Solar said you were free for a consultation?”

“Yeah.” She sits at one of the free stations, clearing the things scattered on the table. “So, what’re you looking for? Do you already have a design chosen or am I freehanding?”

You fumble in your bag for a piece of paper, sliding it over to Hwasa. “Um, this is just something my friend drew up for me. I want it pretty small, on my forearm.”

The dark-haired woman shrugs, unfolding the paper. “I could do that. Is this your first tattoo?”

Nodding, you watch as Hwasa taps her long, red-painted nails on the desk. “Okay. Is this part of a sleeve or by itself?”

“Uh, how long would each one take?” To be honest, you have no idea why you said that; you didn’t consider a sleeve at all, though you considered multiple tattoos or a large one. There’s just something about the other woman that makes it impossible for you to think.

She considers the question before answering, “Depends on the size and how many small ones you want to work in for the sleeve, but I’d recommend a separate session for each small square, so maybe 8 or 10. I’ll be done with this in less than 30 minutes, though, if it’s just the one.”

To be honest, the only thing causing you to consider a sleeve is getting to see Hwasa again, and you curse your own attraction to her when you blurt, “Maybe a sleeve? I have to think about the other ones I want to work in, though.”

“Okay. I can just do the one today, and we can schedule another day for you to come in and design the whole thing,” she offers, picking the sketch up. “I’ll go make this into a stencil, then.”

“Sure.”

When she takes the sketch and walks to the back room, you slump down in the chair and pivot to look at the others. You quickly realize how long you were talking with Hwasa; Byul is already working on the coconut-haired boy, and Wheein is already done with the teenagers.

She seems to be the outgoing type, and waves at you while sanitizing her needles and packing her kit up again. “So, how did it go? Are you going to start today?”

“I am, yep. You’re already done with the kids?”

Wheein nods, placing the studs back into their cases. “Yep. They just wanted more lobe piercings, it’s really easy. I’m a tattoo artist, too, but I think the kids like me more. Except for Jungkook over here, they think Byul’s intimidating.”

“I’m not!” the other woman protests, hands still steady as she works on the boy. Her voice is deeper than you’d expect. “You literally call me a hamster.”

Flapping a hand, Wheein flashes you her dimples again. “So, what do you think of Hwasa?”

“Huh?” you blink, brain basically short-circuiting. “Uh, she’s a good artist? I saw some of her sketches, yours too; you’re all really talented.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Wait, you’re not straight, are you?” she narrows her eyes at you, scanning you from head to toe. “Maybe my sense is broken, I didn’t peg you for a...”

“I’m not. Straight. I’m a lesbian.” Your cheeks burn to say it aloud, though nobody really reacts, not even Jungkook. “Are you?”

Wheein shrugs, “I mean, I’m attracted to women. All 4 of us are- Hyejin, Byul, Yongsun. Solar, to you. And we make sure everyone who comes in is accepting, we won’t serve bigots.”

For whatever reason, you’re almost relieved to hear that Hwasa’s also attracted to women in some sense, even though it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s attracted to you. “Oh. That’s cool.”

“Yeah. So, is it just one tattoo or a sleeve?” Her knowing smile puts you off a bit; how did she figure it out? “A lot of girls who come in here change their original idea because of Hyejin-ah. You’re obviously attracted to her, to, so it’s no surprise.”

“Is it really that obvious?” you groan, surprising yourself with how open you’re being about it. “Do you think she knows?”

“Probably,” Wheein giggles, nodding when Solar pokes her head in the studio to tell her something. “Anyway. I’ve got to go, good luck!”

She waves as she leaves, the only noise left in the studio being the quiet music and Jungkook’s quiet talking. He seems just as awkward as you are, lifting his free hand in a half wave.

You’re saved by Hwasa returning with a stencil. “Here. Does that look good?”

She’s modified the original design just the tiniest bit, making the lines a little bit darker and the shading simpler, and it looks... “Perfect.” You grin, a weight on your chest lifted by your conversation with Wheein. “Should we start?”

“Sure.” She brings you over to one of the actual tattoo stations, the seat already smelling sanitized. You can barely listen as she explains what the process will be like- cleaning, the actual tattooing, pain; you finally come to when she asks, “Are you ready?”

“I... yeah. I am.”

It’s quiet until the buzzing of the tattoo gun brings you to life, the tiniest bit of fear sour on your tongue. Hwasa looks concentrated as she peels the stencil off, not exactly reassuring, either. “So. Is there a meaning behind this?”

“Uh, not really. Are there meanings behind yours?” You gasp when the needle first touches your skin, the cold wipe taking off excess ink.

“I have some matching tattoos with Wheein,” Hwasa explains, smiling at the mention of the other girl. “Uh, one is Maria, my Christian name. Wheein has more, but all of us have some kind of meaning behind ours. It’s not bad to have no meaning, though.”

You wince as she continues with the linework, slowly getting used to the pain. “Are you and Wheein...”

She looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Together? No, we’re best friends. I haven’t been with someone in a few years.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Hwasa laughs, wiping your arm once again. “Nothing, I guess. I’m just patient enough to wait for the right person.”

“Patient. Right.”

Conversation flows smoothly, mostly light topics. You learn each other’s ages, and you’re told to call Hwasa ‘Hyejin’ instead. You learn when she got her first tattoo, and when she learned to tattoo others. The more you talk, the more drawn in you are, fascinated by her every word.

The half an hour is over far too fast. “Done,” she announces, smiling as she turns off her gun. “Take a look.”

It looks gorgeous, as expected, though Hwasa plays off your barrage of compliments. “Uh, should I pay now?”

She shrugs, placing saran wrap over your arm. “We’ll go talk with Solar about that, she’s better with pricing than I am. But it probably won’t be much.”

“What? Why?” you frown, examining the tattoo. Usually, discounts only happen when something goes wrong, or you have a coupon. You’re pretty sure neither of those things apply.

Hwasa pauses, turning to send you a small smirk. “Well, the cute ones usually pay less.”

Your heart practically stops, though you force yourself to walk to the front with her. “Besides, you’re probably coming back again soon, right?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I think so. When will that be? The next session, I mean.”

She frowns, tapping at the tablet Solar hands her. “You can come in as soon as you’re free to design it, if you want, but you have to wait a bit for the next session, especially if you’re doing the things close together. If you want, I can give you my number.”

At your stricken expression, Hwasa’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “So you can send me ideas, for the sleeve.”

“Ah, of course.” Your cheeks burn as you take out your cash, counting out a surprisingly small amount. “That sounds good. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, then.”

“I guess so. Call me, Y/N,” she smiles, handing your phone back with a new contact in.

Being patient is going to be so damn hard. 

[vermillionflames]

part 2

nozel x oc

word count: >2k

warnings: language

I loved the beach. And the sun. I grew up in a dark castle and the sky was always grey, cloudy, and it was always fucking cold. I would sit in front of the fireplace dreaming about beaches and summer and anything else books would describe that was the opposite of winter. I also had a bangin’ body, and since my darling husband wasn’t vacationing with me, I ditched the conservative swimwear he purchased for me and threw on the smallest bikini I could find. 

 Noelle had joined me on the castle’s private beach. She had brought a book with her, though I could tell she was too busy feeling anxious to be reading. If this girl’s hair wasn’t already white as snow… 

“Noelle,” I sat up in my recliner, “Why don’t we work on your control?”

Her head snapped towards me.

“Why?”

“Because Nozel tells me you suck. And honestly, I like how you’re doing your own thing besides what your family says, but I cannot take anymore of his ranting. He’s annoying the hell out of me and since I can’t tell him to shut up I’m going to fix the problem at its root.”

She was absolutely dumbfounded.

“But nothing works. I’ve tried everything.”

“Ah, but you haven’t tried method a la House Grinberryall yet.”

“Grinberry… what’s that?”

“Nothing!” Oopsies. I move to her recliner, crossing my legs and facing her.

“Just sit like this, yes good. Keep your back straight, no one’s around here. Okay now, close your eyes. Put your hands on your knees or something to relax.”

“This seems foolish…” But she did what I said anyway.

“But it works. No concentrate on your mana and how it feels. Keep your breath steady. Good, do you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

Both our heads snapped towards the direction of the voice. A chill went down my spine. The aura was literally sucking out my energy and I was terrified for a split second before I realized I had to prepare to defend myself.

“What are you girls doing out here anyway? Planned a trip without me? I know neither of you could make it to my neck of the woods but surely you could have sent an owl.”

God dammit. Making her way over to us was Mereoleona. The one person we were hiding from. 

“Oh, well you see, this is a family trip…” I stood up in hopes to stop her from getting closer. It did not work.

“But you are the only two here?”

“No one else wanted to go?”

“Well, I’m here aren’t I,” she promptly took my spot next to Noelle and put her arm around her neck. “So, what were you feeling?”

“My mana…” Noelle looked to me for help. 

“Meditating isn’t going to work for someone like you; you need tough love training. Here, come with me,” She stood up dragging the poor girl by her arm, “I’ll throw you into a volcano and then you get out.”

“Actually,” I got in the middle of them, “Noelle is in my care right now and Nozel would be really, really mad if I let her out of my sight.”

“So you come with us. Easy.”

Why is she yelling?

“Um… I can’t do that. Volcanoes? Not a good idea for me right now.”

Mereoleona cocked her brow at me, Noelle’s jaw dropped. I can never escape it can I?

“Not like that! Ew!”

“Having babies is ew???”

“Noelle, sweetie, why don’t you go over there and practice what I taught you while I talk with Lady Mereoleona.”

“But I want to know about the baby!”

“There is no baby!”

“Noelle you should listen to your big sister… Having babies is ew. And, there is no way your brother would have given her one.”

“Nozel has to give you the baby?”

“Oh? Seraphina hasn’t taught you about this yet? I wanted to train you but this will also be worthy of my time.”

“Don’t you dare tell her anything.”

“Well, somebody has to~”

We spent the next few hours bickering. Eventually we all settled into our own thing. Mereoleona complained the water wasn’t hot enough. Noelle complained about the sand. I complained about the lioness finding us… and the lack of wine.

When the moon rose we moved into the castle's private bath house. Noelle left shortly to go to bed (but we all know she went to go practice what I taught her).

“So, did you bring her here to hide from me or is it because she got her grimoire?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mereoleona. We just both needed some sun.”

“Okay, say what you like… I won’t tell anyone your little secret.”

“I appreciate that,” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m going to head to bed. I have a long day of dealing with my family tomorrow.”

Well, I hope Kirsch is especially flamboyant and Leo is extra loud then.

“Goodnight!”

I glared at the other side of the pool. At least it was her, I guess. Nozel would have my neck for kidnapping his precious baby sister, training her, and letting Mereoleona tell her about “babies being ew.”

I made my way to my room too. Mereoleona was knocked out, I could feel, and Noelle had gone to sleep annoyed that meditating hadn’t made her strong. Well, maybe if you practice more… 

I got into bed and turned towards the window to watch the moon. I hope I don’t have any dreams tonight.

----

“Lady Seraphina,” I woke up to my name being called, “Ma’am breakfast will be ready soon. Do you need me to get your gown ready?”

I swatted my hand at the air.

“Leave me be. I’m fine.”

I could hear the door shut so I nuzzled into the covers more. Get my gown ready for me, what was I? A child? I will get dressed when I want to, by myself. For now I’m gonna lay in my bed, naked, and sleep. Wait- Why was there a servant here?! I specifically told Noelle… Maybe Mereoleona brought them. Okay back to sleep. Wait, she would not do that. Oh shi-

Before I have time to open my eyes and fully process my panic, a swoosh rips my blankets off my body. I curl into my body due to the cold air hitting my skin. Nozel throws the blanket onto the floor and crosses his arms, glaring at me. I gulp.

“Hi.” 

“Good morning, Seraphina.”

Maybe he’s not mad…

“So, what are the chances of getting that breakfast in bed?”

“Get up.”

Wishful thinking.

“Nozel-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he turns away from me, “Put some clothes on.”

“Don’t punish Noelle for something I did.”

He turned around again.

“Mereoleona said it was her doing.”

Oh no. Oh god, what do I do now?

The door bursts open and in walks Mereoleona… with her brother behind her! I’m naked and very, very afraid. Thankfully Nozel is quick and makes a mercury wall around me. 

“Do you mind?”

“I’m just letting you know she’s innocent. And preventing her from saying anything dumb. She does that a lot, did she hit her head really hard?”

“Sister, we shouldn’t intrude on them and-”

“Aren’t you a little spurious about Nozel’s prize, Fueggy? He has the hot wife and you’re… boring. You might beat him at everything else, but your rival won with the marriage contest.”

“Because it was arranged.”

I rolled my eyes so far back I saw my brain. I felt Nozel get ready to argue.

“Oh my god, can you all just leave,” not that they could see me, but I was giving them the death glare. A bunch of adults acting like children arguing over a rivalry, I think rivalries are stupid. You would think grown men would let go of jealous feelings they had for each other when they were children, but noooo.

Once it was Nozel and I alone again he dropped the wall.

“That is why we wear pajamas. Honestly, how many nightgowns and robes do I have to buy you before you start wearing them?”

“I don’t see the problem with it, Noelle and Mereoleona saw me naked last night in the bath, the servants help me get dressed all the time, and it’s not my fault the Vermillions knocked down my door.”

“Get dressed.”

“No.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m staying here. I need to be away from you,” I hop back into bed, “Thanks for the concern though.”

“You’re coming back with me even if I have to drag you.”

Pfft, uh no.

“That would be too much work for you, husband.”

“Noelle isn’t being as ridiculous as you.”

“Probably because she’s better than me. You just have your head too far up your ass to see it.”

“I beg your pardon-”

“Honestly, what would Acier say if she saw you right now? Do you think she would be very proud of whatever it is you’re doing? I don’t think-”

He put his hands on my shoulders, his face inches from mine, I held my breath.

“Do not,” I probably went a step too far, “ever bring up my mother again.”

I am very aware of how naked I am, how little this man has been this close to me while I’m naked, and I am filled with guilt of bringing Acier into the argument.

“Nozel, I didn’t mean,” I gulp, “I just think you don't have to be so mean to Noelle.”

“And I think you should stick to what you’re good at, which is being Vice Captain and staying out of my family affairs,” He let me go and turned around, “Take your time, but you’ll be expected at the squad meeting at noon. I’ll make sure Noelle gets home.”

And with that he left, but the tension lingered. So Acier struck a nerve. Note to self, bring up something else during an argument. 

----

I hate meetings. I’m always expected to say something brilliant or encouraging. I always bull shit my way through them, but this time Nozel was sending me heavy energy. I had better do my best or he’ll be even more upset and god knows what he’ll do. Give me a shitty mission or make me go have tea with the Silva women, probably. God, did I conversing over tea.

Luckily it went by quickly and I seemed to have done a good enough job because I wasn’t bothered the rest of the day. I was supposed to be looking over mission requests and reports, but instead I was reading one of my old diaries. I did this as punishment to myself, because not only was I embarrassing, I was also stupid in love with Nozel and let this book know all about it. 

The first entries were about Lady Acier and my infatuation with her. I hung onto every word she said in those days. Then Nozel slowly became the center of my attention. Before he was cold, we would sit and talk about how we’d grow old together. I had a list of our children’s names we picked out together. There were sketches I made of the wedding dress I wanted, which I got, dried petals from flowers he had given me… What I would give to be the young again. Actually, I aged pretty nicely. I just want him to be warm again. And happy. 

A paper on my desk caught my eye. It was a list of potential new members of royal or high nobility. I scanned over it. Noelle’s name wasn’t listed. So he was serious about that too?

“Nozel, what will it take for you to stop keeping your emotions locked up?”

[mymindswriting]

Those Three Little Words (Smosh)

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Words: 3159

Warnings: Mention of anxiety, a couple swearwords, angst but major cavity giving fluff!!

Request: Anonymous: “hi I have a request if you’re comfortable with it! Could you do a Damien x reader where they have been dating for only a couple months (or whatever) but it’s both of their first relationships in a long time so they took it slow but like they wanna take things to the next level but she’s nervous because she hasn’t had sex with anyone in a long time and so when she brings up her concerns he’s like really sweet and understanding and just like takes it slow with her and makes sure she’s comfortable?”

A/N: I loved this request so much. I didn’t end up making it smut, mostly because Dames is my pure baby boi but if it’s something people wanna read, I could make a part two including that, but only if it’s something people would want! Thank you so much for this request, I got really inspired by it and I’m very stressed with school right now and probably should have done work instead but I mean, it helped take my mind off stuff! Enjoy!

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“Thank you guys so much for watching, make sure to subscribe and hit that like button!” Keith exclaimed to the camera with a big smile. Courtney, Noah, Shayne, Olivia, and Damien all sent their own massive smiles towards the camera, standing around the stool where Keith sat.

“See you next time, uh buh bye!” Ian said with a wave to the camera.

“Bye!” The rest of the cast waved with him, waiting for the okay to leave the set.

“And cut! Good episode, guys!” Matt Raub announced to the team, walking on set to give them enthusiastic high fives. You watched from the sidelines, a couple trays of drinks in hand as you smiled at the cast. Shayne was the first one to spot your lurking body as you stepped closer towards the light.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite slave!” You snorted at his words as you shook your head, sauntering over to the group making sure to hand them the correct drinks.

“You wish, Shayne. At the end of the day, you know you couldn’t function without me.”

“That’s a truth bomb right there,” Ian commented, taking his drink from your hand with a quick thank you and a smile.

“And here’s yours, Dames, just how I know you like it,” You looked up into Damien’s glowing eyes and a shy smile, handing it the beverage he requested earlier that day. He pulled you into a quick hug, landing a chaste kiss to your forehead, causing your stomach to jump suddenly.

“Thanks, babe,” Your face flushed at his words as you smiled a little brighter, pulling away from him. You shot him one last glance before walking out of the room, cheeks tinted a nice shade of red.

You weren’t a full-time cast member; typically just helping and assisting the cast with whatever they needed, but you’ve made a couple appearances on some episodes and sketches. Enough to at least be known in the Smosh fandom. You sort of saw yourself more as the Smosh cast assistant, even though Ian and Matt always said you were so much more than just that. But, regardless, you were always ready to lend a helping hand to any cast or crew member at Smosh as they needed. That was one of the things Damien loved so much about you.

If it wasn’t obvious already, Damien Haas is your boyfriend, and honestly, you couldn’t be happier with him by your side. It was only the beginning of your relationship, being together for almost five months, but it was still something beautiful. He made you so happy and made coming to work exciting again. He gave you butterflies in the best way, or at least he USED to.

You didn’t want to end things. Far from it, actually. You wanted more. You and Damien unanimously decided that you would take things slow since both of you hadn’t been in a committed relationship for quite some time. Honestly, your heart melted every time you saw Damien. He was the perfect gentleman, never pressuring you to stay at his house or doing anything you didn’t want to, getting you small little gifts that wouldn’t overwhelm you but still held so much love in them, and the way he spoke to you. God, you were whipped. He respected the hell out of you, and frankly, he loved you. And you loved him too, but that’s where your nerves kicked in. The last time you said those three little words to someone they laughed in your face. That was over three years ago, and it still affected you. Deep in your melty little heart, you knew Damien loved you as well (he did) but you’re brain still told you he didn’t or at least wasn’t there yet.

It was agony.

“Hey, Y/N!” You jumped slightly just outside of the doorway as you turned around, coming face to face with your goofy boy, your whole body more aware of its surroundings than usual.

“It’s not a stream day for me so did you wanna spend some time together later? Order some takeout?” Damien asked you with a shy smile, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck as he asked you. You nodded a little too quickly and swallowed harshly.

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, that sounds good!” You said, way too enthusiastically for your liking. You shut your eyes quickly, taking a deep breath before looking back up at a concerned Damien, clearing your throat.

“I’d love to, Dames. Uh, around what time?”

“I can pick up the food and come to you if that’s easier. Are you okay?” Damien asked you, his hand going to squeeze your arm as you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. So I’ll see you later then?” You asked, hugging yourself in an effort to calm down while attempting to dodge Damien’s question.

“Yeah, I’ll text you okay? Remember to eat something today, okay?” Damien said to you, quickly leaning in to land a loving kiss to your cheek. You nodded at him and blushed, still attempting to avoid eye contact. 

“See you later, sweets,” Damien smiled briefly before heading off down the hall. You turned and watched him leave with a sigh, beating yourself up for how nervous you’ve been around him lately. You bit your lip as you stared at the ground momentarily before realizing where you were standing. You lifted your head and looked to your left, peering back into the room where Courtney, Shayne, and Olivia watched you with concerned eyes. You swallowed thickly as you hurriedly adjusted your bag and headed down the hall to your desk, attempting to forget any of that just happened.

After mentally cursing yourself out for being such a nervous dweeb in front of your own boyfriend, you decided to keep yourself busy with things to do around the office; things no one ever thought to really do. As you brewed yourself a cup of coffee in the break room beside the offices, you wiped down the cabinets and took care of some of the dishes building up in the sink. You were putting away the last mug on the shelf when Shayne and Courtney sauntered in, and of course, shut the door behind them. You jumped at the sound of the door slamming as you turned to face them, already dreading what they were going to ask you.

“Hey guys, wha-“

“What’s going on?” Courtney asked you with a nod of her head, her eyebrows furrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. You stared at her, a shocked look on your face, your gaze shifting between her and Shayne who stood beside her leaning on the dining chair tucked to the table.

“Wha-? N-nothings going on, Court, I don’t know what your-“

“Y/N, you’ve been acting off for days now, somethings gotta be going on in that overactive head of yours,” Shayne said with a sad smile, looking into your terrified eyes.

“I-“ You didn’t know what to say to excuse your behaviour. They were right, it was very unlike you to act this way at all. You didn’t think it was THAT obvious to them, but obviously, you underestimated your friendship with these two. You sighed and pulled out a chair from the table, flopping down with a groan while putting your face down on the table.

“Oh hunny,” Courtney said quietly as she sat down next to you, grabbing your hand with hers. Shayne took a seat across from you, worry evident on his chiselled face.

“I hate myself.” You said into your arm, your voice muffled by the flesh and the table.

“No, you don’t. Tell me what’s going on.” Courtney asked you, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand.

“Is everything alright with Damien?” Shayne questioned, leaning his elbows on the table.

“Everything’s perfect. And that’s the problem.” You exasperated, your eyes shutting in annoyance with yourself.

“What’s the problem?” Shayne asked, confusion taking over the worry as he pursed his lips, looking down to you. You groaned as you sat up, leaning back in your chair.

“Everything’s perfect. Damien makes me so fucking happy and he makes me feel so special and that’s the problem. I don’t wanna ruin what we have…”

“How would you ruin it? He feels the same way about you, you’ve gotta know that.” Shayne said with a small shake of his head. You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath as you squeezed Courtney’s hand attempting to ground yourself.

“I want more.”

“How so?”

“I wanna tell him I love him and sleep next to him at night and wake up in his arms and…” Your voice tapered off as your face flushed red, your eyes looking down to the table.

“Ah, okay, I understand,” Shayne said, a small smirk gracing his lips as he leaned back in his chair. Courtney nodded as she licked her lips, squeezing your hand.

“So you wanna confess your love for-“

“You wanna fuck his brains out.”

You were taken aback by Shayne’s interruption, not ready for those words to leave his mouth. Shock took over your expression as you stared at him, your mouth slightly agape.

“Shayne!” Courtney shrieked, slapping him on the chest.

“Ow! I mean, I’m right, aren’t I?!” Shayne shouted back, gesturing to you across from him.

“No! I-I mean, yes, but that sounds so... intense,” You shook your head quickly as you shut your eyes.

“Love is intense.” Shayne retorted, causing you to groan as you placed your head in your hands, leaning on the table.

“Maybe I put it a little too bluntly, but I am right, right? You wanna take the relationship to the next step,” Shayne said to you, leaning closer towards you. You looked up to stare into his eyes before nodding slowly, your lip quivering slightly.

“You know he feels the same way, Y/N. The way he makes you feel is exactly how you make him feel,” Courtney spoke to you, sending you a small smile.

“I’m almost positive he loves you too.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“But what if he does and you’ll never know?” Shayne challenged you with a look. You glared at him, unable to think of anything to say, mostly because you knew he was right.

“Hey, everything alright in here?” You broke from your trance when Ian’s voice filled the room. He stepped into the room, opening the door slowly and looking between the three of you. Courtney and Shayne stood up from their chairs, sending you one last quick smile.

“Have fun tonight, okay? Everything is perfect.” Courtney reminded you with a smile as she and Shayne walked out of the room, leaving you with a confused Ian and your thoughts.

“You alright, Y/N/N?” Ian asked you, walking over to the cabinets while keeping his gaze on you. You nodded slowly and swallowed your fears.

“I will be.” You muttered, looking back up at him. Ian only nodded as he looked through one of the cabinets. You slowly stood up from your chair and grabbed your stuff to head back to your desk.

“Hey Y/N where are the-“

“Cups? Far-left cabinet.” You answered with a smile, turning to look at him while continuing to back out of the room.

“You’re the best.”

“I know,” You spoke quietly as you rushed out of the room, nerves slightly more settled than before.

-

The day moved by pretty quickly. You didn’t get a chance to see Damien before you left for the day, but honestly, you were relieved. Of course, you love to see him and you couldn’t wait to spend time with him tonight but you just couldn’t stop thinking about your future with him.

Does he love me too?

Does he want a future with me?

Does he want to take our relationship to the next step?

You drove yourself crazy with questions and no answers as you tidied up your apartment, not being able to sit down and relax before Damien got here.

Three knocks on your door brought you out of your trance and you swore your stomach fell out. You tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and take a deep breath, moving to open the door. Damien smiled brilliantly when he saw your face, and you did the same once you saw him, the takeout, and a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Dames, oh my God! You shouldn’t have,” You mumbled the last bit as he stepped inside, pulling you into his chest.

“I know, but I wanted to, just for you,” Damien smiled, kicking off his shoes before heading to the kitchen to drop off the food. You followed close behind, your heart on fire as you searched your cabinet for a vase, filling it with water and making sure the flowers were the centrepiece of your entranceway, right on the table.

“I love them, Damien, thank you,” You smiled as you pulled him close to you, leaning your head against his chest and inhaling his calming scent, your arms going around his waist and his holding your back.

“Of course, sweets, I wanted to bring some smiles to that beautiful face of yours, you seemed a little upset about something today.” You stiffened in his arms as you swallowed your words, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. The same concern that was there earlier resurfaced as he cupped your face, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Somethings bothering you,” Damien whispered, staring into your eyes. You tried to look anywhere but at his face, afraid to make eye contact with him, not knowing what you might say if you do.

“Do you not want to be together anymore?” Damien asked you with sadness laced in his words. Your eyes widened as you moved your hands to cup his face, Damien’s hands falling to your hips to pull you even closer.

“No no! Oh my gosh, Dames, I’ve never been so happy with anyone else before, I just…” You but your lip as you moved your gaze from him to the floor.

“You can tell me anything, sweets,” Damien said to you, slight worry still shown in his voice.

“I just… am ready for more.” You muttered, anxiety flowing through you like electricity.

“We’ve been taking things slow, which honestly, thank you, I haven’t been in a relationship this wonderful before and it’s all so overwhelming in some ways.” You began to speak, your eyes glued to the floor behind Damien as he rubbed your sides, trying to ease your anxiety that he could feel radiating off of you.

“I’m not good with this kind of stuff, and I’m not experienced and I have a tough time getting words to come out of my mouth but…” You nodded to yourself as you scrunched your toes.

“I’m ready, for more, Dames. I’m ready to fall asleep next to you and wake up in your arms and take things further, if you know what I mean, and I wanna say those three little words to you so bad but I’m afraid it’s too early for you or I might ruin things because you don’t feel the same and I’m just making things worse and-“

“I love you.”

“Yeah exactly, those are the three words I- wait, what?” Damien’s expression revealed to you only love as he let out a breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” Damien repeated to you, grabbing your hands in his own and squeezing them gently. You searched his eyes for any sign of doubt or regret, but never saw any. Only love, like he said. You smiled and licked your lips, your chest beginning to heave up and down.

“I love you too,” You mumbled, rubbing your thumbs over his hands. Damien’s eyes twinkled in the dim light of your hallway as he smiled, bringing both your hands up to his lips.

“I’ve felt the same way for a while now. I didn’t want to pressure you into anything you weren’t comfortable with, I was waiting for you to be ready.” Damien mumbled against your hands, laying a gentle kiss to your soft flesh.

“Dames…” You felt the sting of tears hit you as you put your hands around his neck and held his body against yours in a warm and loving embrace. Damien wrapped his arms protectively around you, giving your forehead a quick kiss before pulling you against him more. You inhaled his scent once again and sighed deeply, a stray tear escaping from your eye and racing down your cheek.

“I love you,” You whispered to him, your voice shaking slightly at the true confession. You pulled away to look at him, keeping your hands locked around his neck as you bit your lip anxiously. Damien lifted his left hand from around your waist to your cheek, making sure to use his thumb to wipe away the tears from your flushed cheeks.

“C’ mere, sweets,” Damien muttered before leaning his head down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. You whimpered slightly into the kiss as Damien walked you back against the wall not far behind you. Your lips morphed together, moved together like the moon moved with the stars. Your heart blossomed as he pressed further against you, his touch sending fireworks off all over your sensitive skin. Your hand wandered to his hair, tugging on Damien’s locks gently as the passion grew deeper, all of the repressed emotions of this fiery and deep desire for one another flooding out of both of you like a tidal wave of emotional love. You both had dreamt and craved this intimacy for so long, and now that it was released you felt the feelings of longing and adoration for each other grow stronger with every move of your lips.

It was magical; something out of a movie. 

You pulled away from him slowly, your lips red and plump from the sinful kiss as you smiled, leaving one last chaste kiss on Damien’s equally reddening lips. Damien’s left hand continued to cup your cheek while the other was around your back, keeping you pressed against his warm body. You smiled at him and stared into his glowing eyes, both of you living in the moment with each other.

“The foods gonna get cold,” You whispered to him, causing a small chuckle to fall from his lips. Damien sighed as his left hand left your cheek to hug you once again, not wanting the feeling of your body to leave him, or his mind. His gesture made you giggle as you brought your hands to his chest.

“But… stay the night?” You asked him hopefully, your eyes glimmering with a mix of nervousness, neediness and love. Damien nodded, his hands feeling your body as he smiled at you; a pure look of love and nothing else filling his expression.

“I’d love to, sweets.”

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Milkshake Boy - Art Student!Renjun AU [Part 1]

part 2

Pairing: Art Student!Renjun x Art Student!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is new in town and works at an Arts Shop which old ladies, teachers and parents picking up supplies for their children mostly visit, and a cute boy who comes by everyday. Having an accidental encounter with the boy they develop a friendship and a love with milkshakes, art and of course each other. Because what is even a love story if they don’t fall for each other with cheesy shit involved

A/N: this story is requested but also inspired by a couple of prompts I came upon therefore not exactly an original plot I suppose but original story !! [part 2 posted] - Doyoung’s Darling

New York is such a beautiful place to live in, especially during the winter time. The snowfalls, the city lights at night of yellow and during Christmas the red and greens. I study at NY Arts School at the end of my sophomore year as a visual arts major. We were considered one of the least popular, the dance majors being the most. We weren’t really seen as much - what can you even do as a visual art major? Is what everyone asked. No one really cared to know for the history of art, Picasso, Monet, Da Vinci. No one really wanted to know what art really was, or why we even loved it. We were considered sort of outcasts despite it being an art school, such irony right? No one here realized art was a way to have colour in our lives, a way to speak with pictures without having to say a single word. It was a way to figure out how others minds work with their interpretation of pieces. It’s a way to make essentials and decoratives which existed in our daily lives; plates and utensils, carpets, blankets, many many things which art was discredited for.

Outside of school, I worked a job as a barista at this cafe, three to five hours for the weekend and then head to the library to study. My parents- well my mother works a job as an English teacher. My father passed away two years ago, I never got much time with him due to him being overseas for his job, he was a good man and we both loved him very much - but unfortunately, his kidney’s gave out on him and couldn’t live a full time with us. Hey, that’s life right? Mystery and questions of will tomorrow come or not, it’s unsolved until it actually happens.

Without having many friends because of my hectic life after the death of my father, my weekend jobs to help out my mother and studying until 2AM in the mornings, life in New York was still really nice. I didn’t mind it, and I wouldn’t change it for anything - that was until my mother got a job offer overseas, to teach abroad in Korea. Yeah, Korea, that’s a huge change, right? Moving from New York to Korea, a massive culture shock, especially right before my junior year of high school. Although I had no choice, being a minor I wasn’t allowed to live alone, the only family I had left was my grandparents from my father and mother’s side. Mother’s lived in Canada, the land of freezing cold winters and sometimes even snow in May. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my winters but snow in spring? I’m not even kidding guys there was deadass snow in May and I was crying my ass lives in Canada and I’m not even surprised I JUST WANT MY WARMTH Really, I’m fine with winter it’s a beautiful season but I prefer my winters to stay in December and I like my warmth during spring and summer. So that was not happening anytime soon. Then there was the option of my grandparents from my father’s side but they lived overseas in Korea - so at this point, there was really no option I had to leave New York, I had to leave NYA behind and start a completely new life. Live in a foreign country where I wouldn’t know anyone besides family and I had to work on speaking a whole new language. See, I know bits of Korean and I can understand it - thanks to my father being Korean, but I suck at speaking it. Now, of course, my mother and I looked into it to get me into an international school so it’d be easier for me to adjust, but I still felt unease. Everything would be so different, totally new people, teachers, school a whole new country. I’m not the best at change but...for this I had no choice, it was for my mother, the sake of her job and our living.

And so here I am in Seoul city the capital of South Korea.

I arrived here in early June, around the time school was ending for Korean students. My mother and I were provided with a small studio in the city, acquired transit passes and I surprisingly ended up with a job. It wasn’t much I just got to work in an Arts Shop as a cashier, for the time being before school begun once again in August, it was weird because school for me usually started in September, but I guess that’s the beauty of culture change, adjusting to new routines and lifestyles. Of course, my grandparents gave us some money to last until second month’s rent and invited us over for dinners to help us save some before mother started her work.

The owner of the Arts Shop was very kind, an old man who sat behind a counter every day reading the newspaper and always had a bright smile talking to customers, and currently I was in his position - without the smile. I was spending five hours of my vacation days in a foreign country behind a counter of a shop which old ladies, teachers and parents visited. There were the rays of the bright sun which shone into the store, lighting it up during the day and bringing in heat. The air conditioning wasn’t available so I was left to cool down with any paper or book I could fan myself with, it wasn’t very useful but the best I could do.

“Excuse me, I have a quick question.” A boy came up to the counter with a bright smile. He had dyed blonde hair covering his forehead, round glasses and a yellow t-shirt. His eyes a shade of brown, chocolate-coloured if I must say, sort of hazel with the sunlight on his features.

“Excuse me?” He waved a hand in front of my face, knocking me out my trance.

“Oh yes, sorry.” I shifted my gaze to the counter top in embarrassment. Was I staring? I can’t be, oh boy he probably thinks I’m a creep. “How may I help you?”

“Well there’s two things, first do you have any of these paints?”

I examined the empty bottle of paint he placed on the counter. “Ah, asianpaint’s oil paint. That should be in soon, just not in stock today sorry to dissapoint.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Second question?”

“Any idea when they’ll be in?” He anticipated.

“Possibly in a week, but that’s if they don’t get held up somewhere in transport.”

“Oh alright, well thank you.” He bowed, grabbing his empty paint bottle stuffing it into his backpack and walking out the door.

Now, that boy I’ve been seeing him every day since I’ve started working, which wasn’t really that long ago, maybe it had been just one week? I see him every day in the same spot, he’ll come around during the evening and sketch in his book while drinking a milkshake, strawberry I think? I caught myself waiting for him to show up each time. In fact, I started to realize how cute he actually was- if only I had socialist abilities but I don’t think they’ll be out any time soon.

The next day passed by as the same old routine: wake up, eat breakfast, mother and I would head out to my grandparent’s to check in, then at 3:00PM I’d be here to work until 6:00 or 8:00 you know depending on how exhausted I was. I would then head home to eat dinner and then sleep. The next day would just be a repeat of the previous one. Today was just like any other, except with a slight change - the manager asked me to come in a little late to close up shop since he had other duties to attend to early and so I accepted. I walked in at about 6:00 and closed up shop around 9:00 it wasn’t that busy considering many people would be having dinner between this time and so no one came in, giving me the opportunity to sit down and play games on my phone, scroll through Instagram and such.

As the clock hit 9 I began to check around the shop to make sure everything was okay, I locked the entrance door and walked out from the exit. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the chance to meet with the cute milkshake boy who would always sketch. It was a bummer really but, lately, he’s been talking to me, nothing too big just little conversations of ‘how was your day’ ‘have you been well’ and little jokes here and there. It was quite nice actually, made me feel like I was being accepted.

As I started to walk away I turned the corner bumping into someone, falling backwards with a hard hit to my tailbone and smashing my head on the ground. I groaned from the pain and my eyes squeezed shut feeling a weight on top of me. I sat up as I felt the weight of the stranger lift off me, speaking incoherent apologies and ‘I should’ve looked where I was going’. My brain adjusted my vision from the hard fall to the night lights, fixing the blurred face of the stranger. My eyes grew wide from the surprise of who the stranger was, I swear they almost popped out of their sockets.

“Milkshake boy,” I said as I groaned, the back of my head throbbing from pain.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern, rubbing his elbow as it bled due to the scratches from the concrete. “Can you see how many fingers there are?” He waved three fingers in front of my face.

“Three.” I hissed rubbing the back of my head. He let out a sigh of relief and stood up helping me get on my feet as well. Losing my balance I let out a yelp as I began to fall once again, the boy’s arm wrapping around my waist to keep me up. Looking up, I thanked him for preventing a second fall, eventually making eye contact I giggled at our position - a dip with his arm around my waist and our faces close to our noses barely brushing each other- confusing the boy at my abrupt laughter he furrowed his eyebrows until he came to realize how we stood and our closeness. He blushed, his cheeks turning a tint of pink helping me up to stand on my own. his gaze shifted to the ground as he fiddled with his thumbs from the embarrassment.

I cleared my throat to speak breaking the awkward atmosphere,

“you’re milkshake boy, right?”

“w-what?” He looked up with wide eyes. “is that how you acknowledge me? Milkshake boy?”

“Uh yeah, kind of - you never really told me your name.”

“Oh...” he trailed off from the realization, “Sorry, my name’s Renjun.” he extended his arm for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N” I smiled. “Still prefer calling you milkshake boy though, it works better.”

“Well if you’re going to be calling me that...” he scrunched his nose, placing a hand on his chin in thought. “I might as well keep calling you counter girl.”

“counter girl?” I questioned. “is that the best you came up with?”

“the most decent one.” he corrected. “there was also Arts Shop girl, cute counter girl-”

“cute?” I raised a brow from his confession.

“w-what- oh!” Renjun panicked from his accidental slip up. “no, no! I meant like uh..well it didn’t work that well.”

“So you don’t think I’m cute?” I teased.

“no, no that's not it I-”

“I’m joking!” I laughed. “Loosen up a little.” Renjun rubbed the back of his neck as his face got a darker shade of pink from his continued embarrassment. He was really adorable from afar, but boy was he even cuter red-faced, and when his nose scrunched up, oh boy. I think my heart melted.

“What are you doing here so late?” Renjun questioned. “Don’t you usually come in the afternoons?”

“Oh, so you stalk me now?” I teased, making Renjun flush as he denied. “Wow, you really do blush easily.”

“What, no I don't!” Renjun said flustered. “I just- it’s cold.”

“Yeah, it’s cold in 18 degrees Celsius and that's why you’re constantly red not because of every time I tease you,” I smirked. Renjun gave a stern nod crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s right.”

“Whatever you say milkshake boy.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I have to be getting home now-”

“What? Alone at night?”

“Well yeah, what about it?” I tilted my head to the side.

“It’s just so late.” Renjun said concerned. “What if anything happens to you? You shouldn’t be out alone this time of night.”

“How do I know you won’t murder me?” I crossed my arms over my chest, teasingly cocking up an eyebrow.

“I would rather not be someone suspected for murder,” Renjun laughed. “Plus I’d probably get kicked out of my art program.”

“Art program?” I questioned. “You’re in an art program?”

“Yeah, don’t be teasing me or any-“

“No, no! That’s really cool, I used to be in one.” I exclaimed. “I love art so much, it’s one of my greatest passions.”

“Really? Why aren’t you in it anymore?” Renjun asked.

“I used to live in New York with my mom, then we moved to Korea because she got a really good job offer.” I smiled.

“Oh I see, New York yeah? Is the cheese cake as good as they say?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I chuckled. “I never really liked cheese cake.”

“Whoa really? Anything you did like?”

“Hotdogs actually, I ate them everyday after school - I kind of got sick of them at one point so I ended up switching between fries and hotdogs.”

“Understandable,” Renjun laughed. Gosh, his laugh was so pleasing, it could probably calm tsunamis and gather animals around him like in fairy tales when the Princesses sing - his laugh was a perfect melody. “My sister should be here to pick me up soon, let me give you a ride.” He offered.

“What? No, I couldn’t let you do that, we just met.”

“Come on, please?” Renjun pout. “It’s either you let me drive you or you give me your number so I can check up on you to make sure you got home safe.”

“Oh,” I blushed looking down at my feet. Did he just ask for my number?

“I’d probably have nightmares if I found out I let you walk alone and someone murdered you.” He grabbed my arm. “Let me drop you home.”

I nodded my head, “102 Jeongu, I live up in the apartment.” My face was still flushed and god it was so embarrassing, a few minutes ago I was literally teasing him for getting flustered easily and now the tables have turned. He smiled as I told him my address turning around to the street as a bright light shone on us.

“Noona!” He said heading over to the car. He opened the door signaling me in. I shyly greeted his sister as he introduced us and drove me home. I felt sort of bad though, I didn’t even know where his house was, what if it was on the completely opposite end? Gosh that would fill me up with so much guilt but I was thankful for the ride as it saved my legs from the pain of walking 30 minutes and the possible dangers of the night - you know the possibility of me getting murdered or kidnapped by someone, which I doubt but not really impossible. In all honesty, I hated the dark anyways, it’s childish but I’ve always been scared of it I don’t know why? I’ve just never been comfortable enough to be alone surrounded by pitch black. Possibly the outcome of all the horror movies I’ve watched.

Arriving at the apartment doors I thanked them and asked if they would like something in return for the favour, both denying for the return of anything.

“It was our pleasure,” Renjun’s sister warmly smiled.

“Just stay safe, okay?” Renjun flashed a bright smile waving as they drove off.

I walked to my apartment and greeted my mother who sat on the couch reading a People’s Magazine. Wishing her a goodnight I got myself ready for bed, my mind playing out the encounter with milkshake boy as we stood close our noses almost brushing each other’s. Should I have kissed him? No, wait wait that’s wrong - I’d come off too strong and probably drove him away. I really wouldn’t mind kissing him, his lips were so pretty and pink, they seemed soft so perfect to attach mine to. Maybe one day, I sighed. One day, as long as he’s not a douche - please don’t be a douche, uh what was his name again? Renjun? Yeah, Renjun. And so, I drifted off to sleep after the surprise event of today hoping tomorrow to be another.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this!! Please feel free to DM or comment below your thoughts and send in requests if you wish!! I’ll be making a part 2 as long as this post gets let’s say uhhh 30+ notes likes and such !! <3 take care of yourselves,, lovelies!! - Doyoung’s Darling [PART 2 HAS BEEN POSTED LINK ABOVE!!]