#messy doodle but I had 2 get the thought out

[koolaidashley]

I think prodigy Leo’s Big Character Arc would be like. Just being a hero in general. He was NOT into the idea 🙁🙁🙁

[wintfleur]

Hiii! Could you do 🪷 “placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered” for will smith

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﹕─┈ pairings ( Will smith x female! reader )

°. — summary ( will’s supposed to be studying, but he can’t focus on anything but you . . . it’s not his fault his girl is so irresistible )

°. — details ( g; fluff, slightly suggestive. w; suggestive actions, but no smut, heated makeout. wc; 1.2k)

﹕─┈ prompt ~ placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( ahhh will !!! Tysm for sending in a request, so sorry it took so long for me to get out, I absolutely loved writing this !!! I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you guys think )

+ could be read as a part 2 to this or just as a standalone.

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Saturday mornings were for cuddling, sweet nothings whispered into each other's ears, messy hair and slow kisses, and of course making pancakes that left your kitchen a mess in its wake. Well for will they were, and don't get me wrong you loved those types of Sundays. 

But for you as of late, your Saturdays were waking up early, kissing your still sleeping boyfriend's forehead, throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, strong coffee, and studying for hours in the quiet library knowing that you wouldn't be bothered. But this Saturday was different, instead of going to the library alone, your sweet boyfriend decided to join you. 

He swore that he would help you study since he felt bad for distracting you the other day during class, he knows how important your academics are to you. He promised to be on his best behavior . . . and he really really tried too. But he couldn't help but have his mind wander as he watched study. 

Between the cute pout on your lips as you focused, the way you absentmindedly bit on the top of your pen as you read the large textbook in front of you, and the way he got a perfect view of your cleavage as you leaned forward to write, made him impatient, restless. His mind clouded with thoughts he shouldn't be having in a library. But what can he say, you were just so irresistible. 

“Will” you whisper his name in a warning tone when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, your eyes not leaving your notebook that was filled with your notes, pastel highlighter covered words and little doodles on the sides of the pages. Will did not pause his wandering hand, softly caressing your lower back, his gaze on your side profile. 

“C’mon no one is around” he whispered as he moved closer to you, tilting his body to the side as he sat next to you, your knees brushing up against each other. The soft lingering touch making his want for you, stronger. Will's eyes quickly dart around the dimly lit corner of the library they sat at, no one in sight. They were in their own little world. 

You look up from your books and to will when you hear the desperateness in his tone, ever since you woke him up this morning, soft kisses on the side of his face as you gently ran your fingers through his messy hair, he's been clingy, only wanting your touch and attention. Two things he wasn't getting as you studied hard, his own books and homework long forgotten. 

You could see the desire in his eyes, a look you knew well. Will’s fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties, teasingly tracing the skin under it, sending goosebumps in its wake. 

You swallow hard and ignore the feeling of desire stirring in your stomach, you had to focus, you weren't going to let your needy boyfriend distract you again. You clear your throat and look away from a now smirking will (he could read you so well) And turn your focus back on your textbook “I only have a few chapters left.” 

Will pouts and stops his hand from going lower when you turn your attention back to your studies. He pulls his hand away from your lower back and rests his arm on the back of your chair as he watches you move your hair to your other shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your neck and nape. Your movement gives him a good whiff of your perfume he loved so much. 

Will quickly looks around and smiles triumphantly when he sees that they are still alone and out of sight. He leans forward in his seat and closer to you, his arm on the back of your chair dropping down to wrap around you as he leans down, his chest pressed against your side. 

You try to focus on the words in front of you, but you couldn't focus on anything but the way your boyfriend was pressed up against you, his body warmth spreading over you. Will's lips twitch up into a smirk when he sees you falter, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your shoulder and up to your nape. Your eyes flutter close as the feeling of his soft lips on your warm skin, a small gasp leaving your parted lips. 

A sharp gasp escapes your lips and your eyes quickly open when you feel his hot mouth part, his tongue teasingly swiping against your burning skin. Will leans back in his chair, a chuckle leaving his lips as you quickly stand up and move away his touch, a familiar warmth and desire spreading across your body. Wills eyes darken as he watches your eyes drop to his legs where he was manspreading, softly biting your lip at the sight before quickly looking up to his eyes, stuttering out “I’m going to go get another book.” 

You didn't wait for a response before you were turning on your heels and making your way towards the history section of the library, thankfully it was close to where the two of you were sitting. You let out a heavy breath and bring your hand to your nape, softly rubbing the hot skin as your eyes dart over the books on the long shelfs. 

You knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well, so you had to get out of there before it was too late and you fell to his charms and touch . . . you were so close to just letting him take you back to your dorm. You stop at the right section and your eyes rake over the long shelf, looking for the right book that you need. 

You only notice your boyfriend who followed you when you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room, will hums in appreciation and places a kiss to your pulse point, your breath hitching at the bruising kiss.

 “Will,” you whispered breathlessly. 

A needy groan leaves his lips as he hears you say his name so prettily, and he doesn't wait another second before he is pulling back and quickly turning you around, softly pushing you back against the bookshelf, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips at the sudden change of position. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked down at you, the desire in your eyes matching his. 

He can't wait anymore, the way you looked up at him, the desire in your eyes, the way your chest raised in fall as you breathe heavy, your pretty lips parted, you looked irresistible. Will quickly surged forward, and your noses softly knocked against each other as he took your lips in a passionate kiss. 

You slid your hand up his side and up his back before tangling it into his hair at his nape, the kiss only heating up as he pressed his body flush against you, your touch sending chills down his spine. A whine leaves your lips as he moves his knee between your thighs, will eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, his hands traveling your body as if he didn't have every inch of your body memorized. 

The kiss only gets hotter as gasps and moans leave both of your lips, you found yourself absentmindedly bucking against his knee. You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, needing air and not wanting to be caught in a heated makeout with your boyfriend. Pants leaving your lips as you whispered needily. 

“My dorm or yours?” 

°. — taglist ( @cixrosie @toasttt11 @lovings4turn x )

[jmdbjk]

Mental gymnastics...

I am flipping out. That's all. Just my brain doing cartwheels and whatever those things are called where you flip between those high bars and let go for a breathless second and then grab onto reality again. Or this...

Too much Olympics these past few weeks I guess... anyway.

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT! I may or may not mention scenes in detail and their outcomes during these long rambling messy posts beginning with the next sentence.

Before I get into it... kudos to the staff for keeping up with these two and for suffering many extremely anxious moments as Jimin and Jungkook drove themselves through NYC, as Jungkook and then both Jimin and Jungkook rode the motorcycle through traffic, and the few heart stopping moments when JK flipped his kayak over and then they took off down the river alone before staff caught up with them. Not to mention probably looking up the nearest ER/urgent care facility in case Jimin got too dehydrated from his bout with the stomach bug.

Seriously though, their lives and global headlines had to flash before their eyes when JK disappeared underwater under that kayak... so big applause for the staff/production crew for not shitting THEIR pants thirteen times too.

So here are some of my thoughts. I'll begin with the first episode...

Episode 1:

In the opening scene, I'm assuming this is Antoya Korean BBQ restaurant. They were talking about JK's sore throat and that he had to visit a medical facility. Jimin kept on about it. It seemed like JK's "stop babying me" attitude bubbled up a little bit. Let them be them. As you can see, JK adjusted Jimin's beanie so he could see his eyes. They were fine.

Pause and reflect: they didn't know what to expect with this idea of a travel show. The moment above happened on Thursday evening, July 13. Both of them were working. Jimin was still working on his concepts, photos, MV and whatnot, planning to finish everything for Muse in the coming months. Jungkook had a full schedule for promoting Seven which was dropping the next day. He had to get up early for Good Morning America concert in the park.

I'm stating all this for point of reference. Nothing is static. JK was in work mode: he had a performance the next day and also not feeling well himself. Jimin had been on a plane for 14 hours. Just keep these things in mind before jumping to conclusions.

In the next scene (the next day) back at the hotel after JK's done with his performance and when he's packing to go on this trip he's all in and ready to go. Hurry up Jimin!

Jimin asked him how the live performance went. As we know, the GMA live performance was mostly rained out. Before the storm came through, they quickly pre-recorded the performances before it would have been time for the live broadcast and then shut it down. Jungkook had to be driven quickly to the studio to be interviewed to fill the leftover time in the program that more of his live performance would have taken up.

Hearing Jungkook say "this isn't my first rodeo" was never going to be on any bingo card in my lifetime.

I don't know what he was scribbling on that iPad but it looked geometric. He was focused. Maybe it was something for the next week's performance, maybe it was a sketch for music show staging, trying to recreate that flower archway they saw at Antoya the night before? maybe he was doodling in Canva... we don't know.

Me either, Jimin... (this was the first of all the hilarious gems that begin to shower down on us).

They are both known to be perfectionists when it comes to their work. And we know they've also both performed when feeling less than 100% on that stage. Jungkook realized there were circumstances beyond his control and he took it in stride.

FYI, in New York City, they stayed at the Loews Regency on E. 61st Street in Manhattan. It is between Madison Ave. and Park Avenue and not far from Central Park. Swanky. The suite looks like the 2-bedroom "Park Avenue Suite" and runs $2100 a night... gasp. Yes, its the same suite where JK did his live after his rained upon GMA appearance. During this live he mentioned being poked with needles, IV's and shots in the butt as well as teasing us with what would become Are You Sure:

No, I don't think Jimin stayed in this suite with JK. Jimin's room had a smaller bathroom and a shower curtain instead of a glass shower door. Staff with camera woke him up.

To be that beautiful when rolling out of bed... anyway, I digress...

It truly was unplanned and spontaneous as if they were doing this with the idea of "let's try it and see if it can be viable." Even Jimin wasn't sure if any of this could be aired.

Once they got in the Jeep they started to find their groove. Being alone, just them, was what they needed. They could focus on what was ahead of them. The driving moments were some of the best for me.

We eventually learn that Jimin wasn't feeling well and I'm certain this is what Jungkook was telling Yoongi during that episode of Suchwita, along with the elbowing in the nose.

Seems like Jimin's stomach trouble started when they were at the first restaurant, the burger place. The bathroom visits continued at the brewery and into the evening at the campsite.

Jimin had some sort of stomach bug that kept him on the toilet a lot and he ran a little bit of a temp. I am sad that he wasn't feeling 100% when they were on the yacht the next day but he still seemed to enjoy it enough to find the humor in his situation. He was a real trooper.

It sure didn't stop him from eating. My man was very brave in that regard. Me... no way I'd be stuffing my face with a big greasy burger when at any moment I might need to make a run for the toilet.

They get back on the road and these are the moments that I wait for:

After arguing in satoori about who is the worst driver between them, they start shopping at Dick's.

And get recognized...

After shopping excursion at Dick's, they finally head to High Nine Brewery...

Jimin's first sample wasn't to his taste (again). His taste buds were probably a little off since he had the stomach thing going on... but JK's eyebrows say that his sample was pretty good.

They finally settle on a hard seltzer and a pale ale and relax for a little bit. Jungkook is still wondering what would make good subject matter to film. They are truly making it up as they go...

Jimin proceeds to explain and an interaction happens and I am not sure what to think about it:

I am going to end this post here because they are now on their way to the kayaks and that segment deserves its own post and I have too many screen shots of it to fit in this post.

[These are all my own opinions about what I am seeing and hearing them say and from what I am observing from the video. It's ok if your opinion is different from mine.]

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @velinxi​

Hello! I’m Xiao Tong Kong, better known as “Velinxi.” I’m the creator of the webcomic Countdown to Countdown and have been doing freelance artwork since I was a teenager. I love telling stories with my illustrations! Tumblr was where I first got my start as an artist, specifically a small fandom artist as a hobby… and now I’m somehow here! When I’m not trying my best to stay awake in front of my tablets, I’m usually cooking, gaming, or sleeping. Sometimes all three, in my dreams.

Check out our interview with Velinxi below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

Yeah! I’ve basically been on track to become an artist since I was a child. I went to a middle school with an emphasis on arts and a high school specializing in it. I went to SVA briefly for computer arts but dropped out to pursue freelance and webcomics after my first year.

Over the years as an artist, what or who were your biggest inspirations behind your creativity?

My biggest inspirations growing up were Yuumei and Shilin Huang, two titans on DeviantArt back in the day. They still inspire me today, but the list of inspirations has grown exponentially over the years, including artists, movies, entire art movements, etc.

What was your thought process behind the creation of your webcomic, Countdown to Countdown?

Well, Countdown to Countdown started as a passion project back when I was 15, in high school, and pretty depressed. I just wanted to draw whatever story I thought was cool, inspired by my favorite media at the time. There was a very loose beginning and outline, but I was truly just writing as I drew the story. That’s why I had to stop the comic in 2018 and restart from scratch the year after. Now, the story has a set story and a clear outline. It still has similar roots, characters, and themes of neglect, abuse, and escape—but I think the story is a lot easier to follow now. It’s got an artstyle I can actually keep up with in the long run. The origin of why CTC exists also remains the same: I simply wanted to make a story I wanted to read for myself. Which happens to be about two dumb boys with superpowers navigating a hostile world that wants them dead or caged—together.

Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?

Oh, all the time. It’s part of the process. Personally, though—I just have to draw through it. Every month on my Patreon, I have my patrons vote on a theme I have to draw by the end of the month, and I try my best to make it as interesting as possible. I draw quite a few—tens even, of doodles or compositions for each of these themes to try to make something that tells a story while still being aesthetically pleasing and clear. I think pushing myself like this helps with art block, really. I also do remember to take breaks and simply consume other media I like! It gets the inspiration juices flowing.

Advice you would give to an aspiring creator?

If you do one—your first webcomic should be a short, fun, messy thing. It’s not often you can get it right the first time, but you’ll certainly learn a lot through sheer experience. This goes for a lot of things in art, to be honest.

What is a medium that you have always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

3D Animation. I briefly learned it at SVA, and I think that’s enough of that tech for me. I accept that there are some things that are truly beautiful if done right, and I am too simple and lazy for it.

What is your goal for the rest of this year?

Get Countdown to Countdown book 2 finished! And live HAHA

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

@yuumei-art on Tumblr, still! They’ve been a huge inspiration for digital artists and storytellers online for years. I have no doubt that many digital artists of my generation have been influenced by them, and they’re still here, making beautiful art and stories. It’s a thing to behold.

Thanks for stopping by, Velinxi! If you haven’t seen her Meet the Artist piece, be sure to check it out here. You can also follow her for more amazing art over at her Tumblr, @velinxi!

[badaseyebags]

private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 2 ⟢

fluffy, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

word count: 3k+ (phew)

warnings: very obvious power dynamics, just some making out, a bit of begging, lots of praise, lots of pet names, BADA CALLS HERSELF MOMMY!!!! aaaa

author’s note: i’m back 😳 i’m sorry that this took much longer then i expected, pls don’t block me 😞 i hope this is readable and not too disappointing @-@ i promise there’s actual smut coming soon! feel free to leave some feedback/suggestions! thank you so much for reading ♡ -booger 🍞

with one last glance in the mirror you gathered the remainder of your courage and slipped on your shoes, grabbing your purse with shaky hands. why were you so nervous? it’s not like you’re going over to her house to get bent over. you’re simply going to get tutored. unfortunately you remind yourself why you’re in this position in the first place, due to your lack of concentration during her classes. you sigh shaking your head, applying a second coat your favourite lipgloss nonetheless, just for good measures! was it too much? was it obvious you put in a little more effort than you usually do? would she notice? why would she? and why do you even care so much in the first place? she’s just a teacher after all..

she had texted you the address and you realised she actually lived a bit further, which is probably why she offered to come pick you up in the first place, not wanting to inconvenience her any further you politely refused. maybe you were starting to regret it knowing it’ll take a long time to get there by bus, and you’ll most likely be late.. late to your first ever tutoring class, what a great way to start. woohoo!

you put your headphones on, making your way into the bus and finding an empty seat all the way in the back. that way you could have some privacy to collect yourself before you meet her. actually.. that wasn’t really working and you began getting more nervous so you decided to pull out your notebook to mindlessly doodle for the time being. it turned out quite cute you thought to yourself, staring at the sketch, imagining those two figures kissing were you and her. oh no, you’re doing it again. you and your stupid imagination! and that’s not even the first time you caught yourself doing something so silly. you close your notebook shoving it back into your bag, just a few stops away from your destination. phew. time to actually collect yourself!

with wobbly knees you make your way to her apartment, palms sweaty as you smooth them over your skirt. 10 minutes, you’re 10 minutes late.. would she notice? she’s having a day off that she sacrificed specifically to help you, and you dare come late? oh no, you’re definitely screwed. you start panicking as guilt washes over you, practicing your apology in your head, accidentally ringing her doorbell in the process. fuck. you didn’t mean to do that just yet, you weren’t ready. if you’re fast enough you can just ru-

you heard the door nob turning, soon revealing a tall slim figure in front of you. “oh miss y/n! you decided to show up after all, and here i thought you didn’t need my help anymore” she teases giving you a half smile making your heart jump, not only due to you being late, but because of how effortlessly attractive she looked with her two toned hair tied back into a messy loose braid, complimenting her light blue button up paired with some slacks. not to mention the sound of her half groggy voice calling out your name and the way it slid past her lips so smoothly.

“h-hello mrs. lee i am so sorry for being late! i didn’t”before you could finish your apology she chuckled, shaking her head. “no need to apologise sweetie, i was just teasing a little. come on in, make yourself at home.” you blink up at her, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you just greeted her and messed up? damn already? was it because she called you sweetie?! god, you’re hopeless.

“i won’t bite.” she chuckled again, walking into her apartment leaving you with no choice but to follow behind her, timidly shutting the door as you entered. you swore you could hear her quietly mumble something under her breath, but you decided it was your twisted mind playing tricks on you once again. for the sake of your sanity. “here here, have a seat. care for some tea? coffee perhaps?” she pulls out a chair for you and this small gesture alone has your heart fluttering for no reason. you look down shyly, taking a seat and avoiding her gaze. “i..uh.. anything is fine, thank you.” you mumble trying not to keep yourself composed. she smiles nodding as she reaches for the jar of instant coffee. “i haven’t had my coffee yet, since i wasn’t sure if you’d like to drink some with me. do you like yours with milk, sugar?” was she calling you sugar or was she asking you whether or not you wanted sugar in your coffee? …and she waited for you to have coffee? yeah, as if. you need to stop being delusional. “miss y/n?” she glanced back at you knocking you of out your prolonged silence. “i-i would like both please.. i like my coffee s-sweet” you close your eyes in embarrassment as another stutter leaves your clumsy lips. you swear you never stutter. she chuckles in response as she prepares your drink. “we are quite the opposite, i prefer mine black.” she gives you a soft smile, sitting down across from you, setting your drink in front of you. you mutter a shy thank you as your hands reach for the spoon, mixing some sugar into the warm beverage. “oh that’s nothing, i usually make really good coffee but my coffee machine broke recently so.. instant coffee will have to do for now.” you nod quickly, fingers gripping the handle and side of the cup. “that’s fine! any coffee is good! i actually prefer instant it’s not like i know much about coffee anyways-” your lips are faster then your brain causing you to blurt out such a fact about you, which only made her smile wider. “oh we really are opposites, maybe i could change your mind once i make you a proper cup, hm?” you blush nodding fast in agreement, did that mean you’d be seeing her more then just this one time? you try to calm your nerves by bringing the cup to your lips, taking a little sip. maybe it’s better to keep your mouth busy so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“so y/n… just how much experience do you really have?” she also brings her own cup to her lips, eyes fixated on yours. your eyes widen, the coffee you tried swallowing getting stuck in the back of your throat at her question, resulting you in coughing out loud making her put her cup down and lean towards you in worry. “are you alright sweetie? was it too hot? did it burn you?” you cover your mouth, calming yourself down as you shake your head noticing bada is very professional and calm despite asking such a personal question.

maybe you are too shy after all and you should be more open when it comes to talking about your sex life. people do it all the time, it’s totally natural. you hear others talk about it all the time. but then again why would she ask you such a private question out of nowhere? maybe she’s just a very social person, this is how adults talk and there shouldn’t be shame. it’s not like you ever talked about sexual things with anyone, but you know others do. like with their friends, parents, therapists, lovers.. you just need to get over the embarrassment and step out of your shell, you could learn a lot from her, be as mature as she is, even when it comes to such topics. she sure wouldn’t judge you no matter what, she’s a teacher after all. “i’m fine! i’m just.. not too good at talking about such topics.. but i… well…i don’t have much experience… none at all actually. that’s really embarrassing to admit. others my age have already done so.. many times.. maybe i am really slow or something..” you chew on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your head up to look at her, choosing to look into your cup instead. if you could see your own reflection in the coffee you’re sure your face would be beet red by now. that’s when bada herself chokes a little as your unexpected response.

you totally misinterpreted what she was asking. she was asking about your experience on the subject she was supposed to tutor you on, not your sexual experience. did she give you the wrong impression? was she being too obvious with her interest in you? were her flirting attempts not as subtle as she attempted? no way, with how empty headed you are they probably flew right past you, she thought. well.. it’s not like she wasn’t curious about that in the first place, but she wouldn’t have asked so suddenly. however, she didn’t have the heart to embarrass you like that by correcting you and telling you that you misunderstood her question.

she just cleared her throat and went along with it. was she willing to risk it all? this made her want to corrupt you even more, but she can’t. not yet. you made her lose her composure. she needed to fix that and get back in charge. she won’t let it, let you, fluster her. “sweetie..there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. that’s exactly what i’m here for.” she decided to test out the waters, see if you were as submissive and truly empty minded around her as she painted you to be. her hand was itching to get a feel of your skin, she was struggling to fight it. she needs to take this slow she reminds herself, she doesn’t want to scare you away. but it seems like you’re already falling into her trap. your eyes instantly snap up to meet hers, to make sure weather you heard her correctly.

“it would be such a pity if you left without learning anything.. wouldn’t that make me a bad teacher, hm?” she furrows her brows in faux sympathy as her hand finally reaches out, gently cupping your cheek making you look up at her. you gasp at the sudden contact and your current situation. “oh y-yeah… i’m here to be tutored-“ you try to avoid her gaze, once again looking down in embarrassment. your nervousness made you think of studying again, which is the reason she invited you over. right? you must be totally misunderstanding this. you’re just being delusional, you tell yourself.

despite you both sitting down she visibly towered over you, not just in her height, but in her presence alone. you could feel her knees ever so gently pressing against your own if you weren’t trying so hard to distract yourself.

was she sitting so close to you from the start?

she scoffs in amusement, her lips forming a fake frown. “oh you poor little thing.. you really thought i wouldn’t notice the way you look at me during class? that i can’t see right through that pretty little head of yours? you’re a smart girl y/n, we both know you don’t actually have a issue with learning..” your cheeks heat up as you’re forced to meet her gaze that looks more intimidating then ever. she just exposed you. she knew it this whole time. you didn’t think your crush on her was that visible. your lips part to speak but no words come out making her grin. her thumb slides past your bottom lip ever so gently, almost knocking the air out your lungs. “i think.. you could do so much better, all you need is just a little motivation.” she hovers over you, her thumb now reaching the corner of your lips, collecting the remainder of coffee and bringing it up to her own lips. her eyes flutter shut momentarily, licking her thumb clean and savouring the flavour with a hum. “so sweet indeed..” she hooks her pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at her. chuckling softly she leans in further, her thumb stroking just below your bottom lip as her eyes trail from your eyes to your lips and back. “are you gonna let me have a taste, doll?”

you gulp, your own eyes focused on her lips, slowly nodding as you look up at her. “now now, wouldn’t that be too easy?” she leans in closer, lips near your ear. “you’ll have to be a good girl and ask for it.” your mouth goes completely dry as you gulp. your hands clutch a fist full of your skirt, tension so thick it could cut air separating you two. you mutter under your breath, scared your voice will betray you. “mrs. lee.. could you.. umm.. can you kiss me?” you shut your eyes tight, hoping she would kiss you then and there. instead you only hear a dry chuckle.

you open your eyes, attention on her as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, confusion painted on your face. “thats not how a good girl asks. not even a please? now that’s not very polite, is it? i’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.” you whine shaking your head. “no no i’m sorry! please… please kiss me?” you look up at her desperately. “aww you want a kiss that bad?” she coos cupping your cheek, smirking at the heat of it against her hand. you nod fast, leaning into her touch, totally submitting to her.

“use your words, tell mommy what you want.” she raises her brow, waiting for you to finally say it. your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now, heart beating faster then before as you stumble over your own words. “m-mommy?” you shyly repeat after her, eyes widening, cheeks painted red. you could see the shift in her eyes, and the way it affected her.

she closes her eyes for a little, biting her lip almost as if she’s savouring the sound of your voice calling her that. “how fucking cute.” she rests her thumb against your bottom lip, softly pulling it down. “doing such a good job begging mommy for a kiss…” you close your eyes tightly at her praise, almost whining from such a small action. she leans in, her lips just a few millimetres away from your own. you could feel her breath against your lips, covering your skin in goosebumps. she keeps one of her hands against your cheek, while the other rests against the top of the chair you’re sitting on. she gives your cheek a soft stroke before finally connecting both of your lips.

her soft plump lips smashing against yours felt like a reward. it felt like they were on fire, the way your lips burnt when she pressed her own against them. her fingers against your skin were so gentle, tracing the outline of your cheek, barely touching your skin as if you were made of glass. her lips were telling a different story as her kisses only deepened. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you loosely griped the fabric of her blouse. she felt you fidgeting and decided to slide one of her hands down to reach for your hand, giving them a soft squeeze before wrapping them around her neck. this gave her the opportunity to drag her hands down your body as she scooped you up in her arms. without breaking the kiss she lifted you and placed you on the table next to her, making you wrap your arms around her tighter. she experimentally dragged her tongue against your bottom lip so gently, your lips parted in surprise. she smirked sneaking her tongue inside your parted lips that granted her access. you let out a little whimper at the feeling of your tongues gliding against each other. you could almost taste the bitterness of the coffee aftertaste mixing with your sweet one and for once, it was delicious. you were everything she wanted and she wanted.. needed more. eager to be closer to you, one of her hands slid down your thigh, slightly parting them as she pushed herself in between, she just couldn’t get enough. with one of her large hands hand stroking the outer side of your thigh, and other one playing with your hair you couldn’t help but shiver in her touch. it was like she was devouring you whole. your body feeling so soft and tiny pressed up against hers. it was driving her insane. she pulled away breathing heavy, admiring your flushed face and slightly messed up hair, remainders of your lipstick smeared all over your lips as you look at her with what she could only describe as hearts in your eyes.

fuck, she’s so screwed. she knows it’s over for her. you wrapped her around your pretty little finger and you didn’t even know about it. heck, you didn’t even have to do anything. you submit to her so easily and that was more then she needed. there’s no way she could just return to just being your teacher, she had to make you hers. you pout slightly as she pulls away, already reaching for her, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. you got her heart beating as hard as she made yours. subconsciously shivering in her arms. as she leans in placing gentle pecks on your lips followed by your cheeks, so much more gentle and affectionate then she was just moments ago. “mommy has to stop before she gets too greedy..” she breathes out as she cleans your messed up lips with her thumb, knowing what she meant you nod, still leaning into her touch. she pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling you into her embrace, your head in her chest, hands soothing your back.

“let me drive you home precious, it’s way too late for you to be going out on your own.” she gently pats your head, before she realises. “you didn’t bring any jacket with you?” you shake your head at her question, once again fidgeting with your skirt, slightly swinging your feet back and forth as they dangled off the table. “i’m not letting you leave like this.” you blush looking up at her as she brings you her sweater that is much bigger on you then it is on her. she taps your arms signalling you to raise them which you do, making her smile as she dresses you up. “how cute..” she admires you for a moment, fighting back the urge to squeeze you in her arms before offering you her hand which you accept as she helps you off the table. unable to keep her hands off you, she’s smoothing her hands over your clothes in attempt to fix them. “are you ready to go, pretty girl?” she pecks your nose, grabbing her keys as she grabs your hand. you giggle nodding as your heart flutters at her treatment, clinging onto her arm, letting you guide you to her car.

of course she opened the door for you and closed it after you sat down before she got in herself. of course she told you to keep the sweater because she wants to see you in it more often. of course she told you to keep this a secret as she pecked your forehead goodbye. of course your head was filled with nothing but her as you laid in your bed, wearing nothing but her sweater as you drifted into slumber, hoping you could see her even in your dreams, the scenes from earlier on repeat. you were starting to really look forward to these private lessons..

[mouwrites]

can you please do a movie Lloyd X reader basically this takes place after the movie so everyone in Ninjago city knows that Lloyd is the green ninja but back to the plot Lloyd is currently going through the Oni and dragon equivalent of puberty so he is growing 2 new arms, horns, Wings and a tail and the reader always visit and Lloyd is starting to feel insecure so the reader shows Lloyd all the messages on her phone and all of them are from there school saying that Lloyd will always be the city green ninja and so on and Lloyd is happy that everyone will accept him and the reader and Lloyd end up cuddling and then garmadon walks in accidentally and processed to embarrass Lloyd in front of the reader and the reader pushes garmadon out of Lloyd room and the reader locks the door so both the reader and Lloyd can have cuddling in peace and the reader says that she loves him no matter what he will look like

This was so cute,, I had to do a little doodle to go with it

Word count: 978

Ninjago - Comforting (Transforming) Oni Lloyd

“Lloyd?” You knocked on the door softly, your voice low and laced with concern. You waited a few seconds for a response before knocking again. “Lloyd, are you in there?”

“Go home, y/n. I’m alright,” Lloyd finally responded. You knew that tone of voice: something was definitely wrong.

You turned the doorknob. “Lloyd, you can talk to m—” 

You had hardly stepped inside when you were startled by a loud yelp. Lloyd yanked his blankets over his head. “Don’t look at me!” 

You let out a long sigh. You stepped around the messy room like it was a minefield, making your way to his bed. Taking a seat on the corner of the mattress, you gently tugged on the blankets. 

“No,” he protested. “It’s worse.”

You had suspicioned that this had been about the changes Lloyd had been facing recently, and this confirmed it. To be fair, you weren’t sure how you’d take it if you started growing dragon-like features instead of acne and a squeaky voice. Puberty sucked, but you knew it must suck a lot more to be going through this. At least the other teens at your school had the comfort of knowing that they weren’t alone in their experiences, but Lloyd really was all alone on this one. No one else was growing horns. No one else had a tail and wings sticking out of their backs. And no one else was growing so tall so quickly. It really made him stand out; as if he didn’t already receive enough attention as the green ninja.

You pulled harder on the blanket until Lloyd finally assented, allowing you to unveil his curled up form.

Two horns poked out from his blonde locks; bigger than the last time you visited. He was on his side because laying on his back hurt the budding wings on his shoulder blades and the tail springing out from his lower back. They looked odd; small and unshapely, but you knew this was temporary. Frankly, you thought they were looking better every day. But you frowned when you remembered Lloyd’s words. Apparently he didn’t think the same.

“They’re gross, I know.”

“Lloyd,” you sighed, pulling his arm to get him to sit up. “They are not ‘gross’.”

Lloyd’s brows lowered. “Have you even seen these?” He lifted his arms to reveal two nubs, one on either side. Those were new. They would become arms, you assumed.

“I can’t go out like this,” he shook his head.

You almost felt like crying, hearing him say that. But when your phone buzzed, you perked up. You had just the thing to cheer him up.

“Here, look,” you whipped out your phone and opened your messages, handing Lloyd the device. “Just scroll through those.”

Dozens of kids from your school, who you’d never so much as spoken to before, had messaged you when Lloyd didn’t show up to class today:

hey this is random but i know ur friends w lloyd, is he ok? can you please tell him that i think its cool that hes the green ninja plus a dragon or whatever

Do you know why Lloyd didn’t show for class today??? I was gonna ask if I could draw him,,, his horns are so pretty

While he was scrolling, a message popped up at the top of the screen. It was from your group chat with the other ninjas.

JJ: UGHHH I wish I was growing wings

You both giggled. Tapping the message, you told Lloyd to scroll through the last few hours’ chat logs.

JJ: He does realize that being an Oni makes him, like, the ultimate green ninja right

nya: oni or not, he’s the best green ninja ninjago could ask for

The Rock: so true <333

“She’s right, you know,” you said, slinging your arm around his shoulder. “You’re the green ninja—everyone loves you. Oni or not.” You poked his horn, smirking.

That earned you a little smile. His eyes, misty and full of emotion, peered deeply into yours. With a sniffle he threw his arms around you, squeezing you. He started to chuckle, but you could feel teardrops dampening your shirt at the same time. “You’re the best,” he hiccuped out.

You scooted back against the wall, letting Lloyd rest his head on your chest as he leaned into you. You petted his hair while the flow of tears gradually thinned. When his eyes finally dried, you traced patterns on his back, humming softly. Drawing circles around his budding wings, you whispered assurances into his ear. His breathing slowed to match yours, and in the quiet you could almost hear your heartbeats drumming together.

You could have stayed like that for an eternity, but unfortunately, fate, or rather, Garmadon, had other plans.

He burst into the room without warning, driving the souls out of both of your bodies. 

“Lloyd, have you seen…” he stopped mid-sentence when he saw you curled up together.

“Oh,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “my apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“Dad, get out!” Lloyd barked, his face bright red.

“This reminds me of how your mother and I were when we first—”

Lloyd clapped both hands over his face, groaning. You took the hint, hopped up, and shooed Garmadon out the door. “Hang on, I’m telling a story!” He protested as he went, but you shut the door before he could get another word in.

“Make sure it’s locked!” Lloyd ordered, still fuming.

You obeyed. Lloyd stood up and met you in the middle of the room, looking down at you as he pulled you closer. “Where were we?”

“You were being the most lovely green ninja, whom I love no matter what he looks like.”

Lloyd’s cheeks turned pink as he smiled. “Really?”

“Really.” 

You circled your arms around him. You stood just like that, holding each other tightly, swaying a little, enjoying each other’s presence. Uninterrupted this time cough cough

Thank you anon for requesting, and thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed! Take care!

(divider by saradika)

[no-nameno-face]

Auburn Thoughts (Pt.2)

Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary:  When plans to meet up go awry, you flee. Unsure of your feelings, and convinced they are one sided, you are contacted by an old friend. You decide to do something out of character. Anything to get your mind off of her.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact. Jealousy, Angst, Alcohol, Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Smoking Weed, vague mentions of SA, creepy guy, Anxiety (please let me know if there's any I forgot)

Author's Notes: Jealous Ellie!! Jealous Reader!! Protective Ellie!! I'm obsessed. I love jealous Ellie with my whole heart. Actively reminding myself to take this story slow… anyways I'm very excited to see where this story goes. hope you enjoy this chapter :) 

Part 1

Part 3 (With Audio)

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Back at my dorm, I find myself doodling the image of her bitten lips. Auburn thoughts.

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I wake up the next morning, tired. I stayed up too late again. Drawing. I stretch my arms above my head and squint my eyes at the light coming through my windows. Class. I have class. My brain talks but my body does not move. I’m so tired. I reach over and grab my phone, checking the time. I bolt up in my bed. Fuck, I'm going to be so late. 

I  rush to my closet and pull on a light green oversized sweatshirt I thrifted forever ago, and throw on some light wash jeans. They have light paint splatters on them but honestly most of my clothes do. Shoving socks on my feet I slip them into my white tennis shoes. On my way out I stop in the mirror and assess the damage. Bed head and bags under my eyes. I grab a hair tie and rushedly pull it up into a messy high ponytail. I poke the dark circles under my exhausted eyes but decide there's nothing I can do in the time I have, so I head out the door, turning off the lights and locking it behind me.

Sitting in my second class of the day I remember my evening plans. Suddenly I wish I had gotten a bit more ready. After class is over I rush to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face, hoping it would bring down some of the puffiness that my restless night lended me. I look at my reflection. “Fuck,” I say under my breath as I lean on the counter looking down at the running water. What is this? Don’t think too much about it. I look at myself and practice a smile, turning my face to observe. My face drops. “Shit. What is wrong with me?” I turn the faucet off and walk out of the bathroom, to my next class.

4:30, I’m early. That's okay, god knows my project could use some work. I put my headphones in and tuck my knee up to my chest resuming the apple from yesterday. I find myself checking the time regularly, and it feels like it's passing abnormally slow. 

The door opens and I turn expecting to see Ellie, but another girl walks in. I recognize her from the halls. Slender and feminine, pretty features and short dark hair. Striking honestly, especially in comparison to my drained appearance. A subtle shade of insecurity settles over me. I overlook it. She must be in a different class time than Ellie and I. Turning back to my work she sits a couple seats to the left of me. She doesn't acknowledge me, I don't think much about it. People in the art department tend to be more introverted, so this is a typical encounter. 

Shortly after resuming my work the door opens again, I turn. Green eyes. Wearing a thick flannel, jeans, and her same old sneakers. Her hair is half down today, the other half in a bun. Loose strands framing her face. I notice her freckles a bit extra today, small constellations littering her cheeks.  I smile and she returns it.

“So you decided to show up!” I say, turning back to my canvas a bit flushed.

“What? Did you think I was gonna stand you up or some shit?” she says with a smile in her voice as she makes her way to you. 

“Hey you never kn-” 

“Ellie!” A voice cuts me off. “I didn't know you were coming today!” I look to the girl sitting on my left, she's craned her head around to face Ellie beaming at her. 

“Oh!” she sounded startled. “Hi Cat.” Ellie says with a courteous smile that doesn't meet her eyes. The girl gets up and basically prances up to her, wrapping her arms around Ellies neck. Ellie's eyes meet mine as I dart back to my work. Staring past my canvas. I'm face to face with an unfamiliar pit in my stomach. I try not to listen to their conversation, my heartbeat building in my ears is loud enough to drone most of it out. Most of it. 

“It's been so long,” Cat…

“You're normally not here this late” Ellie…

“Yeah, I’ll have to start coming more often!” Cat..

Heartbeat thudding. 

“Well you should call me later! We could catch dinner when you're done here.” I feel eyes on me. “Catch up a bit.” Cat…

Louder pulsing in my ears.

Next thing I hear is the seat to my right creaks and snaps me out of it. I glance over at Ellie and can't get out of my head fast enough to say anything. I look back to my painting. She looks at me, then my painting. 

“It looks good.” Her voice comes out awkward. I notice her fidgeting with her hands. 

“Thanks.” I say without looking her way. 

“Umm, well should i grab my stuff?” she suggests.

“Actually, I didn't sleep well last night.” I say looking down at my hands in my lap. Gripping each other to keep from shaking. What is wrong with me? “I'm pretty tired.” I glimpse at her quickly then back to my hands. “I’m gonna head out.” I say standing up and start walking to the sink to rinse my brushes. Ellie gets up and tries to follow me but is stopped by Cat. Cat. 

“You can hang with me El’s,” a pang in my gut at the familiarity in the nickname. “I've got another 30 minutes or so of work to do here!” her voice reignites the thudding. All I hear is mumbles behind my own spiraling thoughts. I wash my brushes fast and carelessly, then load them, still wet, into my case. I haul my canvas away and walk out the door. I walk fast down the halls, my throat feels dry, my chest feels tight. My eyes feel prickly. I hit the wall of cold air past the front doors. What the fuck. I take a gasp of the icy air. Then head in the direction of my dorm. Heartbeat heavy.

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My phone rings. I lay on my bed staring into the ceiling. Seeing arms around her. The ringing stops. Then it starts again. I groan and reach my arm over to grab it. Chloe, my friend  who I'd rather neglected over the past art filled days. I put my phone to my ear,

“Hey chlo.”

“Hey bitch. Where the fuck have you been?” I smile at her voice, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I have this gnarly realism project in my painting class. It's taking all of the little mental capacity I have” I say, mind on Ellie. Ellie and Cat. my smile fades.

“Oh, yeah. That's shit. Well it's Saturday, and since you owe me for being MIA, you are coming out with me tonight.” To be honest, a drink sounded pretty nice right now.

“Sure, what time?”

“Wait really? You’re down?”

“Yeah, I could use a distraction.” From her.

“Period! I'll pick you up at 9! We are going for… slutty chic.” I smile down at my legs. 

“We’ll see.”

“I swear to god if you don't dress up im gonna-”

“Bye Chlo! See you at 9!” I say with a forced laugh, hanging up the phone. I throw myself back on the bed and lay there for a moment before I finally force myself to sit up and make my way to my closet. 

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[here!] My phone dings. I take one last look in my mirror, evaluating. A fitted black racer-back cropped to my upper stomach, a large key hole at the neck exposing some of my cleavage, I pull it up a bit self consciously. My skirt, a matching set to the top sits a couple inches beneath, exposing a sliver of my stomach. The fitted black skirt ends before my resting hands do. I tug at it, too short. I grab a cropped fluffy black jacket from the rack behind me and slouch it over my shoulders, then I’m bending over to pull on some black heels over my dark tights. Looking back to my reflection I look taller, elongated. 

I lean in and double check my makeup. A soft smokey eye, with a thin line of dark eyeliner. Blush and highlighter shape my nose a bit more than normal. My eyes shift to my hair, slicked back in a high ponytail, I lean my head to the side grabbing my pony and pulling it over my shoulder sighing at my reflection before I grab my black bag and head out to Chloe's car. 

I hear her before I see her, music blaring. She's applying lip gloss in her visor mirror. I climb into the passenger seat, holding my skirt down while I do so. She glances at me, “Oh my god. you look so hot.” she says, eyes boggling jokingly at me.

“Oh shut up,” I roll my eyes at her reaching my hand out to borrow her gloss, she hands it over and I apply it in the mirror of my visor just like she had done. 

The drive consists of her updating me on her sexual escapades. I smile, laugh, and gasp at her stories as we wind through the streets. This girl is wild. God, I love her. 

We pull up to a house and try to find parking among the cars lining the street. Finally finding an empty spot, she does her best attempt at parallel parking. I laugh at her focused face and multiple failed attempts. She tells me to fuck off. 

Walking up to the house We pass a group of guys, they eye us up grinning. Chloe smiles at them, I cross my arms across my chest and look at the pathway to the front door. As we get closer the music pounds in my ears getting louder until we are inside. There's a lot of people here, energy pulsing through the thick air. I feel a bit overwhelmed. Chloe, reading my face, grabs my hands.

“Drinks!” she exclaimes with a wide warm smile. Her blonde hair bouncing behind her as she turned and pulled me by the hand to a table in the living room. She pours us a shot of something clear, tapping our glasses together then on the table. The liquor going down my throat is warm and stinging. We cringe at each other and laugh at our sour faces. After another shot, this time a bit easier, I pour myself a mixed drink and sip it to get the taste out of my mouth. It's not much better, too strong, but I sip away at it. 

Chloe has drifted to the kitchen, giving eyes to some guy. I watch her touch his shoulder laughing at something he said and I smile at my now empty drink. Man, she's got game. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as the drink combines with the body heat of all these strangers. It's nice. For a moment I didnt even think about her.

Fuck.

Smile gone, I sigh and walk to the drink table, a bit wobblier than when I arrived, pouring myself another tall glass.  Maybe another drink will get the images of her out of my head. I sip at my new concoction, barely tasting it as I stumble to find a bathroom. I knock. Met with no response, I walk in and lock the door behind me. I look in the mirror and my hooded eyes look back at me. I smile at myself. I do look pretty good, I thought. I turn on the tap and run cold water over my hands, I indulge in the drunken sensation of it. 

I head back out into the crowded hall, people scattered along the wells leaning, chatting, even a couple messily making out. I subtly blanch at the boldness of it. Walking past them, eyes drifting over strangers, observing. Suddenly my eyes freeze, locked onto green. No , no, no. An exhale deepens her chest releasing a large puff of smoke from her lips. Her lips. She's sat with knees up on the couch, leaning against the arm. A blunt resting in between her fingers. Her eyes are locked on me, a look of shock shining over her already glazed eyes. Her eyes wander down my body, evaluating my every detail. Her brows furrowed a bit and I swear I saw her chew the inside of her cheek, before her eyes snaped back to mine. My eyes shift to the girl on the couch next to her. Short dark hair. My eyes trace her hand resting on Ellie’s thigh. My stomach twists. I turn sharply and walk to the kitchen, seeing everything through a tinge of green. 

I approach Chloe. She smiles at me and asks how I'm feeling. “Drunk” I respond with a small empty smile. 

“Drunk enough to dance?” she asks. Not sure if it was the liquid courage or a vengeful spirit possessing my body, I put my cup to my lips, downing the drink. I grabbed her hand and led her to the living room. Spinning her to face me, we begin swaying quickly to the beat of the music in the mass of dancing people. My hands skim up the curves of my body as we smile at each other. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, Ellie is in the darkness behind my eyelids. Then my hands are on Chloes waist turning her against me, we dance together. She’s pressed against me, my hands following the rhythm of her hips. When the song ends and transitions to another she laughs drunkenly, turning back to me and locking her hands around my neck.

“Okay, keep dancing.” I obliged. “See that guy behind me. Dark hair, tall. Definitely looking at my ass.” She looks at me with a smirk. I scan the faces in the kitchen, and locate the guy she's talking about. He was indeed staring at her ass. “Im gonna fuck him tonight. I bet you a million dollars.” 

“That's a losing horse man, I see how he's looking at you, I'm not taking those odds.” I laugh at her, shifting my eyes as we sway together, my hands resting on her waist. Images begin blurring together, until my vision locks in on the girl leaning against the entryway. Arms crossed against her chest, one hand holding her still lit blunt. Eyes pinned to mine. Darkened green. The haze of people seems to blur around her. I see her suck against her teeth, she doesn't look away. I hold her gaze while I turn and begin dancing on Chloe, now her hands roam my waist. I watch as Ellie takes a long drag. Ellie. Chloe laughs into my neck.

“Jeez. you're putting on a show! Who are you performing for?” she says over the music scanning the crowd. My eyes are on green. I feel my face flush as I see Ellie turn on her heels and head back into the hall. Could she hear us? I turn back to Chloe.

“I'm gonna take a breather.” I say with a smile. She boos me as I walk away into the kitchen, “you're up,” I nod to the guy eyeing her. He heads her way. My vision sways, and I lean against the counter. I drop my head, I feel heavy. My body feels all the gravity of the world at this moment. What the fuck did I just do.

I stand up. Turning to walk to the bathroom, suddenly too drunk. I take staggered steps down the hall, my eyes looking over the couch, once occupied. Now only the black haired girl sat there chatting with someone, I didn't care enough to see who. She probably left, my thoughts told me. Not sure if I was reassured or upset by the idea. I stumble into the door. It sways open and I follow its momentum until my hips hit the counter and my hands fall next to the sink. I look at them.

Click.

My head shot up in the mirror, Ellie was leaning against the door watching my reflection.

“Your friend’s right, that was quite the show.” she says in a dry voice, looking at me emotionless. 

“Where's your girlfriend?” My voice slurs at her, a bit harsher than I intended. The wrinkle between her brows deepen at this. 

“Is that what this is over,”  she said, rolling her blood shot eyes to the ceiling. I turn to her, leaning back against the counter. 

“This isn't over anything.” I know I'm lying. I wonder if she does too. What's your problem?” I say through squinted eyes.

“My problem?”

“Yeah, whats your fucking deal? Looking at me like that, with your girl basically on your lap.” I was too far into my drinking to be shocked by my bluntness. My green was showing. I didn't have enough sense to care. Her eyes were dark. 

“She's not my girl.”

“Okay,” I  let out a mean laugh looking up, then back to her. “Sure.” 

She steps towards me, my breath catches in my throat. “What about your girl?” She scowls at me, “The one you were dancing on,” she looks down to my hands  “touching.” Her  head still angled down but her eyes dart up to meet mine again.  She looks angry. Her eyes stir something in my stomach. This is so unlike that calm and collected sarcastic girl from class.

“What about it?” I say to her with a rude smirk, my tongue poking the inside of my cheek as I glare into her. She stares into me, her eyes drift to my lips, then back to me. Piercing me. I feel myself go pale. “Stop looking at me like that,” my voice is softer than I anticipated. A harsh contrast to my aggressive tone. “I can't handle...” my voice trails off. 

She looks at me for a second, softening the slightest amount. Contemplating. “You’re drunk.” She resigns. “Who's your ride? I think it’s time you head out.” 

“Ellie, im not your fucking responsibility. I can handle myself.” My confidence fluctuates again. I try to pass her to get to the door, stumbling over my own feet. Her hand slams against the door, holding it shut. She turns, keeping her hand on the door. 

“Dont be fucking stupid.” I gape at her. “Don't act like you didn't see all the guys watching you.” I didn't. Honestly. I only saw her. “You go out there like this and your easy fucking picking. Do you know how easy it would be for a guy to..” her voice stops. Her hand on the door squeezes into a fist, white knuckles. “I mean shit you left the door open when you came in here, what if it wasn't me that came in?” Her eyes are angry again, protective. My head pounds realizing she's right. I sigh and look down at my hands now clasped together. My liquid confidence faltered by the reminder of my fragility. 

“Fine.” I say barely above a whisper. Her eyes hesitated on me. Softening a bit more. 

“Come on,” she says, opening the door letting me out first. She trails behind me, an overwhelming presence. I walk to the living room, peering around for Chloe. She's not there. I pull my phone out and squint my eyes to keep the words from blurring together. I finally found her contact and pressed call. I hold it to my ear plugging the other one trying to hear over the music. Sent to voicemail. 

“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath. I press call again. It rings a bit longer this time, then voicemail. I turn to look at Ellie, she's closer than I expected. My heart thuds. I look up slightly to meet her eyes. I'm sure she would have stepped away if it weren't for the people surrounding us. “She's not picking up.” I say looking down to the phone in my hands then back to her. I don't know what to do, I’m nervous, too far gone to have a poker face of any kind. She looks at me with a tinge of concern in her eyes, then scans over the crowd, before redirecting her gaze to me. 

“Okay, follow me. She says as she turns and carves her way through the crowd. I follow behind her watching my feet to make sure I don’t trip when my body thuds against something.

I look up and see a man looking down at me. “Sorry sweetheart.” he smiles a toothy grin at me, scanning down my body as I back away from him.

I go to step around him, mumbling a small “excuse me,” but he steps in my path. 

“Where ya going?” he leans his head down by me, “Can I come with?” he breathes moist air onto me, the smell of alcohol hot on his breath. The sound of blood rushes in my ears. 

Suddenly, a hand on my waist. “Hey man, back the fuck up.” an aggressive voice rings. Eyes jump to see Ellie standing next to me. She's staring at him with narrow eyes, then looks at me. Her eyes are a statement. I got you. I look down to the floor. I feel her hand pulling me with her.

“Woah, dude.” he throws his hands up mockingly. “We were in the middle of something!” He called after us laughing. Her grip on me tightens, and I focus on the feel of it to drown out my anxiety.

Leading me out of the house, we get outside and my distraction disappears as she drops her hand.  Mumbling profanities under her breath, walking fast. I follow behind her and she turns to check I’m still with her. 

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep up with her.

“I'm taking you home.” 

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Chapter 7.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

I sat at the counter with my notebook and pen, scribbling down ideas for new recipes or drinks. My mind frequently wandered to johnnie, and it worried me. I couldn't get what Jake asked me out of my brain. did I like johnnie? I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was just having a really good friend or something more. I cringed at myself. I doodled on the side of my page, drawing hearts and stars until someone walked in.

"Hello, miss." the man said with a heavy southern accent. I suppressed a laugh, thinking about Jake.

"Hi, what can i get for you?"

"Let me get the peanut butter mocha, please. That'll be all." he sighed. I nodded in response. "You got a boyfriend?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm sure he didn't mean it the way it sounded. I immediately thought about johnnie. "No, sir."

"Well, don't worry. once you find someone, you'll know." he had a crooked tooth grin.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled. it confused me where this came from. "Why do you say?"

"You learn to read how people feel when you have a bipolar wife." he snorted.

"Well, you were spot on."

a woman walked in behind him on her phone. she looked up and smiled at me. she was beautiful, even if she had a messy bun and no makeup. she seemed sweet.

"Listen, you seem like a nice girl. you've got looks on your side, too. I say go for it. I know I don't know your situation, but when you look back, you'll regret it."

I was getting a little more concerned each second. this was almost creepy. how could he be so right? I passed his coffee over the counter. "Thank you." I said genuinely.

he nodded, not saying a word as he walked out of the cafe.

"What was that about?" the girl asked, walking up to the counter.

"Apparently, he could sense how I was feeling. I've been overthinking about this guy I met, and he was spot on." I shrugged.

"so, when's he going to tell my fortune?" she joked, pulling out her wallet. "tell me about this guy."

"well, I met him a few days ago. I think he's really cute and we've had our... moments, I guess. i think I might be gaslighting myself into thinking I don't like him like that. I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a genuine crush." I rambled. "I genuinely do not know why I'm opening up to strangers."

"I mean, who knows if we'll ever cross paths again."

"still, I feel stupid." I shake my head. "anyway, what can I get for you?"

"can I just get an iced caramel coffee?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face.

I hum, turning around to make it. What a weird night, I'll probably end up rephrasing to tell johnnie later. we talked little after she asked.

"I hope you have a good night." I smiled softly as I handed her coffee over the counter.

"you too." she smiled back before walking out.

I sat back down and continued to try and write, but my mind frequently wandered back to johnnie. was he even coming tonight?

about an hour and a half later, the door bell rang. "Hey, y/n." Johnnie's tired voice called. I looked up, he carried his computer under one arm.

"johnnie, how bad is your sleep schedule?" I teased, "this is the 3rd night in a row you've come to see me. you must love my face to come here at like 2 am every night."

"what can I say? I get really bad nightmares and your face does in fact make me feel better."

my gaze softened as I smiled.

"do you mind if I hang out in here and edit a video?"

"I'd love that." my heart fluttered at Johnnie's presence.

I turned around to clean the counters as he chose the table closest to where I was. he lazily opened his computer and pulled up the needed footage.

I hummed quietly to what was playing in my headphone as I finished wiping everything down. I fixed myself a coffee and went to sit across from him.

"I had the weirdest fucking encounter today." I mentioned.

he looked up. "what happened?"

"This guy came in and told me that I seemed stressed over a guy and that I'll know if he's the right person and I shouldn't fight my feelings off." I blurted, not bothering to rephrase it.

he made eye contact with me again, curiosity glistening in his eyes. "so, like, a connection you can't explain? thats really poetic."

"yeah, it's scary cause he's right." I mumbled.

"well, if you think you've found that person, then go for it. life's too short to not." he looks back down at his laptop.

"what if I'm not sure if he likes me back?"

a twinge of hurt flashed in his eyes. he seemed to be scrounging for ways to respond. "well, what if he's just as unsure as you?" he asked knowingly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "so should I really think on it?"

"you might be wasting time, but you never know. maybe waiting is a good decision." he avoided eye contact with me.

"are you good?"

"yeah." he trailed off, rubbing his arm.

silence filled the room for a good minute, I zoned out, staring into my coffee once more.

"have you ever felt that way?"

"felt like what?"

"when you like someone but you're terrified it'll ruin something good?" I pondered.

he looked up, his gaze softening. "yeah, the fear of losing someone so special even though nothing has happened yet?"

"yeah, exactly."

"well, I guess we have to take risks. step out of our comfort zone, you know?" he paused. "at least we could say we tried, right?"

"right." I whispered, awkward tension filled the room.

he cleared his throat. "when you know, you know."

[meowthiroth]

been meaning to post these here for AGES now but I keep forgetting to. explodes 💥

but ANYWAYS! i redid the ref art for my Stranger oc from Myst/Riven! and also finally got around to drawing the aged-up version I thought up for him between Myst 3 and 4.

also wrote out a sort of messy bio for him a while ago, which i'll put under the cut since it's kinda long lol

ACE

Basic info

• Born October 7, 1782. He is 24 during the events of Myst & Riven, 33 during Exile and 42 during Revelation.

• He stands about 5’6” (1.6m) and is around 120 lbs. Pretty scrawny and definitely built better for agility than physical power.

• He is transgender and uses he/him pronouns. That caused quite a few problems for him back home, given the social climate at the time. He really doesn’t like to discuss his past or his birth family & will quickly change the subject if asked.

• He's very kind, easygoing and silly, and he loves to help others. But he can also be quite scatterbrained, forgetful, and prone to emotional manipulation.

• While he can be a bit absent-minded at times, he’s actually quite intelligent & quick-thinking, and he excels at problem- and puzzle-solving. He often cracks Atrus’s puzzles within mere minutes, but then can't recall his thought process when asked how he did it.

• Most of his favorite pastimes involve creating and fixing things. For instance, he’s very skilled with a needle & thread, and he makes and mends all of his own clothes. Drawing is another big one for him— his journal contains a lot more doodles in the margins than actual writing.

• He also LOVES animals, especially frogs, reptiles and bugs. He’s good at reading animals' behavioral cues and often has an easier time gaining their trust than most people would.

Early life/childhood

• His birth family were early settlers in the Northwest Territory, moving out west with him in tow when he was just a small child & starting a homestead there. His family consisted of his father, mother, and 3 brothers- 2 older and 1 younger.

• His gender identity caused friction with his family later in his childhood, since they had assumed he was just a tomboyish child and would eventually grow out of it. Obviously, though, he never did.

• His refusal to adhere to his assigned gender eventually escalated to his parents viewing him as hysterical & mentally unwell. Things only continued to get worse as he grew older, which eventually led him to go on the run. He kept a low profile & travelled mostly on his own for years, pressing farther into uncharted territory in an attempt to get as far away from his family as possible, which was how he first stumbled across the Myst linking book.

Life with Atrus & family

• Despite everything Saavedro did at the start of Exile, Ace still finds himself understanding of the man's predicament (perhaps relating the experience to his own upbringing in an abstract sort of way), and he takes it upon himself to help him get home by any means necessary. He often wonders how things worked out for Saavedro after their encounter & genuinely wishes the best for him.

• Slight deviation from canon- After the events of Exile, Ace got so worried about someone else coming after Atrus and his family while he was gone that he insisted on staying with them to help keep an eye on things. He moved in with them in Tomahna and helped out, both with Atrus’s projects and just general home/family things. He sort of took up the role of another older brother figure to Yeesha.

• Over time, he begins to view Atrus & Catherine not just as friends, but sort of as a new, more accepting family. He's definitely slipped up & called them “mom” and “dad” by accident before. SEVERAL times. He was really embarrassed about it at first, although they weren't bothered by it.

• He and Atrus work well together! Although Ace can’t write his own Ages, he often helps test Atrus’s creations and suggests ways he could potentially improve them. His ideas tend to fall somewhere in between Atrus & Catherine in terms of realism- a little wacky but still somewhat grounded in reality. He’s also quick to remind Atrus to take breaks & not get TOO into his work.

• Ace also spends a lot of time back home with Catherine and Yeesha. He does a good job earning his keep by helping around the home, and he and Catherine often like to bounce ideas off of one another. He finds her creativity super impressive, and a favorite pastime of his is to try & draw various creatures and landscapes that she describes.

• Since he lives with the family in between Exile and Revelation, Ace learns about what happened to Atrus’s sons much earlier than in canon, and he often tags along with the family when they visit. Usually he doesn’t go visit the brothers by himself, since he isn’t sure how comfortable Atrus would be with that, but he has offered to deliver things like care packages to them before & he’ll often stop to chat with them for a while.

• Ace has sort of always felt drawn towards Achenar. Despite the older brother's obvious shiftiness, Ace couldn't help but feel bad for him. He'd actually collected every blue page and was going to free him before he was (thankfully) stopped by Atrus. Despite being made aware of the attempted trick, Ace still forgave Achenar pretty quickly after seeing how much he’d changed over the years, and now he's always eager to go visit him with the rest of the family. The two get along surprisingly well & become close friends over time, and Ace will often stay behind to talk to him long after the rest of the family decides to head home from their visits.

• Ace, however, has always gotten bad vibes from Sirrus ever since he first arrived on Myst. He already has a disdain for greedy rich-guy types, and Sirrus always struck Ace as very disingenuous and closed-off, which further limited their ability to connect on an emotional level. Deep down, though, Ace still has a soft spot for Sirrus, and often displays it by teasing him in a playful little-sibling sort of way. While Sirrus generally finds his jokes more annoying than amusing, it clearly isn’t malicious and at least breaks up some of his day-to-day tedium, so he begrudgingly tolerates it.

[rowretro]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

WARNINGS: Hardcore Drug usage, underage drinking/smoking, 

✧CHAPTER 2✧

Another Monday morning at school. Just another normal day of small groups of giggly girls gossipping about last night’s latest drama, some even hanging their head low in shame of whatever rendezvous or embarrassing dare they had gone with at the Rave. Many were hung over and tired. For Y/n, she was high. People find it hard to tell whether the girl’s sober or not as she knows how to put up an act.

Last night’s events were a blur to her, she slumped in her seat, near the back corner where she always is.  As she brought a flask of whiskey to her mouth, more students walked in, going to their designated seats, completely shielding her from the teacher’s view. Riki slipped beside her, glancing at her as she sipped on her whiskey. “Pretty boy who knows where I live-” the girl said as her eyes met his. Riki scoffed, opening his book “Don’t think that you're special, junkie. I only picked you up because your brother asked me to.” Riki coldly said, as he scribbled down some words in his notebook. 

The girl shrugged, going about her business as Riki continued scribbling in his book, glancing at the board every now and then, as the teacher went about her lecture. All the while, y/n was busy sketching some little doodles in the margin of her book as she took a few, necessary notes. Riki found his eyes wandering along the margins of her books. The pretty sketches, messy but artistic. 2 hours had passed and break time finally came. The girl didn’t waste any time, taking a few things from her bag secretively and slipping them into her bra as she left the classroom. She left her bag behind, as they were going to be stuck in the same class for a whole year, due to some issues that had sparked in school restrooms and hallways. 

The girl went outside, where many people sat at tables eating with friends or chatting about the most random shit ever. The girl cautiously, went a little more further, arriving at a restricted area that led to an abandoned park. Now she was out of no one’s sight, not even a camera in view, she lit up one of her joints, inhaling the smoke, letting it hit her throat, as she exhaled shortly after. “We haven’t even made it until lunch and here you are already smoking.” A voice called as y/n darkly stared at the male, smoke leaving her mouth “You’re one to talk Yang.“ The girl narrowed her eyes at the boy who rolled his eyes. Y/n’s best friend. Jungwon.

The boy wasn’t a fan of her constant smoking, but who was he to tell her what to do?  “Want a puff?” she asked as Jungwon blinked at her, his eyes flickered from her to the joint back to her again. “No not now we’re in school.” The male pointed out. The two turned to the gate, cautious as they heard the sound of two males snickering and walking their way. The barbed gate opened revealing none other than Kim Sunoo and his dear friend Riki. “Fuck- I thought we were going to get caught for a second-” Jungwon sighed “Meet Riki, the abroad friend I was talking about, the one I met online-” Sunoo said as Jungwon nodded. 

“Does Heeseung know you do the junk in school hours  as well?” Sunoo asks, as y/n shrugs “Why does he need to know” the girl mumbled, peacefully smoking as Sunoo rolled his eyes, pulled out a cigarette “Want one?” he asked as Riki shook his head “We have to had back in 5 so-” the boy said as Sunoo put it away. y/n finished her joint, putting it out, throwing it into a puddle, she hopped off the slightly damaged rock wall, touching up her make up and spraying herself in Jungwon’s spray. “Why mineeee” he whined. “Men’s spray smells better, plus it helps better with the smell.” She reasoned, sticking a cherry lollipop in his mouth, and opening one for herself, as she handed Sunoo 2. “For your racer friend too.” She simply said, Jungwon dragged her away. 

As the boys went to their own classes, y/n and Riki walked back to theirs. The 2 shared a good distance where the awkward silence filled in. However that silence was long gone when y/n went back to her seat. Then came some squealy girls, fangirling over how one of them managed to hook up with Heeseung. Disgusted, y/n covered her ears, her head hitting the table as she pretended to sleep. 

Riki rolled his eyes at the noise, softly nudging y/n “What?” she asked, a twinge of annoyance in her tone. “You want to do coke after school?” the boy asked out of nowhere. Did she care? No, free cocaine “Sure where?” she asked, "At my place duh, it’ll just be us though, the others are against anything beyond weed.” The boy said as the girl nodded. “He was so easy, you should have seen his face!” the girl said, a little loud, as y/n rolled her eyes. “so fucking stupid” Riki mumbled, clearly annoyed. It’s obvious. If anything, Hee was playing with her, she was nowhere near his type.

The school day went by ever so slowly. The slow hours were dreadful, but it would soon be forgotten. Hearing the bell ring, everyone jumped from their seats, rushing to leave the building, not even letting the poor teacher finish her sentence. Y/n walked to a shop, only to be yanked by her wrist. SHe frowned, her eyes landing on Riki “Aren’t you going to hang out with me?” the male asked as y/n frowned, confused as to why he’d want to get high with her of all people. “Yeah I’m just getting some drinks…” the girl trailed off, pointing at a corner store. 

Being the daughter of a pretty respectable Celebrity like her father, y/n got away with many things. Like buying alcohol despite being a minor. She left the shop with her school bag stuffed with bottles, and even some in her shopping bag. “I got the snacks brother- lets go.” She randomly blurted. Riki frowned as she dragged her to his car. “The paparazzi were recording us, I saw two of them in the bushes…” she mumbled as they got in the car. 

✧𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓✧

[yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon]

#12 (2)

(Continuation of 12 (1))

Immediately as Ayano and Raibaru entered the art club, they were met with a dramatic sigh. “Just my luck, too.” Enpitsu huffs. His back was turned to the girls, but he saw them through the reflection of his favorite mirror. “Ayano, you’ve immediately dulled my image.”

Ayano sighs, already exhausted despite having just walked into the room. “We’re here to decide if this club is fit for Raibaru or not.” She explains briefly, folding her arms.

“It’s probably not.” Enpitsu says immediately, not hearing Raibaru mutter an agreement to Ayano. “Anyway, that’s something you wanna talk to Geiju about. And he’s not attending school right now.” He explains, although he clearly didn’t plan on being too helpful. “It’s just me and this weirdo.”

Enpitsu nods to Maka, or more precisely Maka who was laying on the table and leaning her chin on an empty bucket of paint. She seemed to be drawing in a variety-pattern color book with a pen. Only that singular pen. The whole picture was ending up completely black.

“Right..” Ayano murmured, looking from Maka back to Enpitsu.

“Well.” Raibaru smiles at both of the art club members. “Can either of you give me a run-down of your club, then?” She asks, folding her hands over her lap politely.

Enpitsu mumbles something as he returns to his self-portrait, ultimately not repeating himself to be heard.

Maka glances back to Enpitsu and hums in thought. “We have equipment fit for almost every type of art. Light painting, sand painting, digital art, anamorphosis if you really try.” She taps her chin in thought before continuing to doodle on the coloring book. “The headmaster hasn’t approved of butter sculptures yet because it might be too expensive…”

“..butter sculptures.” Raibaru repeats quietly, attempting to keep her voice just as quiet for the sake of Maka not explaining any further. “That’s nice… I see you also have painting and coloring books. Do you have any other simpler types of art?”

Nodding, Maka stands up and leaves her finished picture there. Ayano leans over and looks at the picture. While it did look black from a distance, it seemed that Maka had actually “color-coded” the picture with different patterns rather than different colors.

Maka opens a couple of cabinets attached to the walls. One of them was filled with nothing but several different shades of paint, others filled with dozens of canvases and some with pencils and crayons. “We have plenty of everything, really. Art supplies are kind of cheap down here if you just want a space to draw. And since the regular supplies are super cheap, we’re able to save effortlessly for the more extortionate items.”

“Awfully big words, huh?” Ayano comments, not even knowing what ‘extortionate’ meant. She was shocked because Maka was so popularly known for being the weirder of the art club. And Akademi in general. Maybe ‘weird’ for the school was just her using over-the-top language?

Seeming proud, Maka’s expression lights up immediately from her lax expression pretty quickly. “Right?! I mean- I agree!” She puffs out her chest with a cute smile. “Horo said that big words would make me sound smarter- ah, perceptive!”

“It certainly does.” Raibaru agrees, “Just make sure you know the definition. Using big words incorrectly does the exact opposite.”

“Hmm, duly noted.” Maka hummed, before closing the cabinets. “Anyway, Geiju hates it when the club room is messy- unless he’s the one who messed it up. So, you’ve had, like, experience in art at all, right?” She asks, putting her coloring book away and neatening up the rest of the room. “Cuz if you don’t that’d be… weird.”

“Not unless it was in mandatory classes, no.” Raibaru replies with a thoughtful expression. “...in fact, whenever I was in those mandatory classes my hands would get very dirty, which I disliked a lot.”

Maka stared at Raibaru for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before blinking and returning to cleaning. “Weird.” She says simply, running around the room a bit more before looking back up to the two. “Oh, yeah, I guess that means you wouldn’t be a really good fit. Geiju usually just points us to the art books if we have a question, so it’s not likely that he’s going to teach you anything.”

Raibaru exhales with a wry smile. “Well, I appreciate the honesty.” She says, waving briefly to the two, although she didn’t receive a wave back.

After the two leave the room and as they’re heading upstairs, Raibaru speaks up a bit. “You know, I’m only now realizing how strange the students in our school are.”

“Is that right?” Ayano tilts her head to the side as she looks at Raibaru, who nods.

“Yes… Similar to you, I never bothered socializing. Osana was really all I needed, hence why I don’t plan on socializing outside of school. Now I’m stuck between disliking socializing but not exactly wanting to be… alone..?” Raibaru trails off, not exactly being able to put her thoughts properly in place.

Ayano hummed a bit, looking back to the ground as they walked. “Maybe try studying in your free time. Like psychology. Maybe you’ll learn a bit more about why you think certain things.” She explains, shrugging lightly.

“Maybe…” Raibaru mumbles, raising her hand to her mouth.

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“Heeeey..” Rojasu lazily waves his hand in a greeting to Ayano. “I know you. You’re Fureddo’s girl, aren’t you?”

Ayano blinks in shock. Surely, he didn’t mean that in the way that she thought. She hesitates, before repeating, “Fureddo’s… girl.”

“Yeah! Like..” Rojasu then pauses for a minute as well before slowly starting up again. “..not like that, I mean. I don’t think so. Like- you’re not dating Fureddo, are you?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, now having confused himself.

“I am not.” Ayano states clearly, keeping her hands folded over her lap.

Rojasu tosses his head back a bit and offers a low chuckle. “Right, right! Yeah, no, Dafuni would be pissed if she heard that, haha..” He shrugs, leaning back in his chair with a tired expression on his face. “Yeah, my bad, Yan- Ay-”

Pausing in thought, Rojasu seems to have forgotten Ayano’s name. Before Ayano can tell him what it was he snaps his fingers. “Yan-chan! I got it.” He nods, not noticing Ayano’s disappointed sigh as he continues speaking. “Yeah, sorry about that, Yan-Chan. Fureddo just talks about you a lot. Sometimes I forget you’re not here with us, he talks about you so much, haha.”

Ayano’s mouth pulls into a straight line in disinterest. “Yes…” She starts, before inhaling and raising a hand to Raibaru. “Speaking of Fureddo… do you know where he is? Raibaru’s debating on a club to join.”

“Oh, yeah, man, I think he’s busy right now. I thought I saw him chatting with Musume earlier? But, I mean, I’m usually half-asleep so I totally could have been hallucinating.” Rojasu shrugs. “So, uh… you need some info on the club, Rai?”

Raibaru nods politely, “That’s right. Are you able to give me any info on what you all do around here?” She asks, looking from the club’s little hang-out spot to the rest of the club, that definitely looked more professional. “What do you all usually take pictures of?”

Rojasu stands up from the chair with a grunt, stretching his limbs before allowing his arms to flop to his sides and walking past the two. “So, I’m pretty sure each of our club members get a little section of the wall dedicated to their pictures. On the left here..” He walks to the leftmost door, where the two girls entered through. “...pretty sure these are Beruma’s.”

Beruma’s photos seemed to mainly be of aesthetic-looking scenes of book stacks, library shelves, coffee, rain from behind a window. The color brown was recurring in her photos, so it was likely that her pictures were meant to carry that certain theme. In addition to whatever was closest to the camera, there was also quite a scene behind the main object. For instance, in the cup where she has a mug of coffee. The coffee cup is closest to the camera and slightly blurred as a result. The focus seemed to be more so on the decorative wine case that the cafe she was in had instead. Ayano hadn’t recalled seeing a cafe like that anywhere around.

Rojasu seems to notice Ayano’s curious gaze and points to the very picture she’s looking at. “Beruma took this on her vacation to Scotland. Said they had the coolest-looking cafes cuz they all looked super old fashioned.” He explains. That explained why the overall design of the building looked so foreign to her.

After the two girls were finished looking, he led them to the next section. “This is Dafuni’s, she sort of focuses on people who she thinks looks nice. She’s also the only one who ever bothers to walk up to random people and ask them for a photo.” He chuckles at the thought and raises his hand to the photos pasted onto the wall.

Dafuni’s pictures mostly carried an area with pink lighting. Ayano wondered if Dafuni usually tried to make her pictures less spontaneous and more planned out in order to catch someone in pink lighting specifically. One picture featured an older woman in a fancy-looking trench coat on a somewhat rainy evening. She seemed to be beneath a sign with neon pink lighting and was smiling off somewhere in the distance. Some other of her pictures seemed to be her and Kokoro and Kashiko in a bathroom showing off their nails. Kashiko’s was obviously purple, Kokoro’s were pink, and Dafuni had both colors. The bathroom also had neon pink lights, so she could assume that it was one of their homes.

“These look cute..” Raibaru says, smiling at them. She seemed to like that most of them were of other people, whether that be strangers or friends. “I usually take plenty of pictures with Osana, I kinda want to take more after seeing these.” She comments with a light giggle.

Rojasu stepped to the side and held a hand up to what seemed to be Sukubi’s clutter of photos. “This one’s my pal, Sukubi’s. I think it’s obvious but he loves animals.” He says, and it really was obvious.

Sukubi’s pictures didn’t have any sort of aesthetic or special lighting, some of them weren’t even focused. He just seemed to take pictures of whatever animals he came across. One photo was a selfie of himself at a zoo, a giraffe leaning in closer than it needed to. Funny enough, a zookeeper seemed to be reaching out to him behind him, as if warning him to back up. Another photo was of what looked to be a random, collarless dog who was jumping up onto Sukubi. This one seemed pretty blurry, but you could tell what was happening.

“You know, this one was actually Sumire’s dog.” Rojasu commented, pointing to a picture of what looked to be a brown Great Dane with a few black spots and a blue collar, similar to the one that Sukubi wore, ironically. “Apparently, his name was Donny, but Sukubi never actually got to meet him. He just asked Sumire for a picture.”

“Aw, he looks very sweet.” Raibaru said with a smile. “Hehe, and that’s coming from a cat person.”

Next was Rojasu’s own part of the wall. “This is where my stuff’s hung up. I kinda just take pictures of food.” He says simply and with a shrug. Despite him being so simple with the explanation, he does an outstanding job with the shots.

“Oh, my gosh! These look professional!” Raibaru exclaims. “Both the picture and the food!”

“Aw, gee, thanks.” Rojasu blushes a bit at the compliment, looking at the pictures. “I usually take pictures of my homemade food or food I get from food trucks. Ooh! In fact..” He pointed a finger at one of the pictures, one that showed a fancy-looking cheesecake with strawberry sauce on top. “This is the most outstanding- the most bomb cheesecake I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating. It’s this food truck called Torte’s Torte- I’m pretty sure they come from Rome..”

Rojasu seems far more enthusiastic and awake now that he’s talking about food. As he rambles to Raibaru, Ayano looks at the pictures. You could tell the difference between the food truck photos and the homemade photos pretty easily. The food truck photos were taken outside and usually at night, it seemed, while the homemade food photos were taken on the same counter- likely in Rojasu’s own kitchen.

After Rojasu finished with his one-sided conversation with Raibaru (Rojasu chatting and Raibaru just politely nodding), he held his hand up to the final display. “And this one is obviously Fureddo’s.” He didn’t really have much to say, just smiling at the pictures.

Regardless of where, what angle, what aesthetic it took, what lighting, each one of the pictures always included the whole club. They were hardly even ever looking at the camera, just at each other or whatever event they happened to be in. The zoo, one of their houses, a kitchen, a cafe, even just the club room. Each picture was very cinematic, and showed each of the club members’ unfiltered emotions at the time.

“He’s pretty good with the whole picture thing, huh?” Rojasu asked with a chuckle.

“He really is.” Raibaru fawned, smiling at the pictures. “Everything looks so unfiltered! He must be really good at catching you all by surprise, huh?”

Rojasu grins. “Totally.” He nods, before walking past the two once again with a sigh. “Well, that’s us taking pictures. If we did that 24/7 there would be waaaay more. But we usually just sit in this little area and check up on each other. Share drama. That kind of stuff.” He shrugs, sitting down in the area in question. “We usually take pictures outside of school since there really isn’t much to look at inside of school. You know?”

Raibaru nods. “I understand. Taking pictures sounds… nostalgic.” She says, smiling at Rojasu. “Thanks for the explanation. I’ll definitely think about this one!”

“Coolness.” Rojasu flings the two ladies a peace sign as they leave. Once they’re out of the room, Raibaru exhales.

“It’s a really lovely club. It’s probably nice to have friends like that.” Raibaru says with an almost bittersweet smile. “I’d…” She hesitates. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”

Ayano hums at her comment. “That’s a unique way to think about it.” She mumbles, although she doesn’t get much of a response as Raibaru looks to the ground in thought as they walk.

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“Hey!” Yaku trotted over to Ayano immediately as he noticed her enter the club room. “I know you! Ayano, right? I’ve heard some good things about you!” He reaches his hand out to shake her hand, and once she hesitantly takes it he shakes it excitedly.

Ayano didn’t expect for anyone to be this excited to see her, especially since she and Yaku have never officially spoken. “..thanks.” She nods, albeit awkwardly. If Yaku notices, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Ayano. What brings you here?” Meka asks, looking her way. She had a couple of plastic cases near her area of the club room, and looked as if she was about to bring them somewhere.

“I’m looking for a club to possibly join and Ayano is helping me out.” Raibaru explains, “If you aren’t too busy, do you think either of you would be able to give me some information about your club?”

Yaku immediately jumps to the task. “Yes! I can do that!” He says, looking at Ayano, as if expecting her to react in some special way. She only tilts her head to the side at his gaze.

Meka lifts up two of the cases and exits the room, leaving Yaku to tend with the two girls. Yaku clears his throat and opens his arm, gesturing to the whole room. “If you didn’t know, science has a lot of divisions in it. Sub-genres, if you will. Even what each of us club members work on varies.”

Yaku points to Meka’s section, and lists off his member’s specializations. “Meka works with robotics. That includes engineering to some extent as well as computer science due to the coding, as you would expect.” He points over to Horo’s area, “Horo works with holograms. His whole goal is I think simplifying holographic technology so that it’s something that every household has. He really, really believes that the technology he’s working on can help people out. Or at the very least make their lives more convenient.”

“That’s incredibly impressive.” Raibaru says, her expression one of awe. She then smiles somewhat nervously. “I don’t think I could ever accomplish something so vast.”

“Well, the Science Club isn’t necessarily about making a dent in history. Take Homu for example.” He brings a hand up to Homu’s station, which held what looked to be a robot replica of herself. “She’s trying to develop AI to fit her needs. Her studies might help people who are interested in furthering the development of AI, but Homu is really just tailoring it to her needs specifically, since it’s just supposed to help herself.”

Yaku then points to his own section. “I just experiment with chemistry. I guess in that case I’m the only one who doesn’t mess with robotics.” He then taps on the metal visor over his eyes. “Outside of this, but it’s a necessity.”

“And Kaga?” Ayano asks, her arms folded nonchalantly. She couldn’t confess that she cared much for Kaga personally, but while she was here it was probably best if she got every bit of information necessary.

“Hmm, well…” Yaku hums briefly in thought. “Once he said that he deals with ‘the science of psychology’, but that was all. Regardless of what he actually focuses on, he’s good at everything. Whenever he isn’t having conversations or working on private projects, he’s usually fixing our mistakes or helping us out. I’d… like to say willingly but he usually seems pretty exasperated whenever he helps us.”

Raibaru laughed lightly. “Well, it’s nice that he helps, right?” Yaku nods in response and Raibaru continues, “This has all been very… informative, but I honestly don’t think I’d be a great fit for this club. I’ve never been very interested in science, whether that be psychology, robotics, chemistry… I can’t say I’ve ever been any good with the subjects either.”

Yaku simply smiles and crosses his arms. “Well, I can’t blame you. Science is pretty complicated in general. I’d like to point out, though, the only reason each of us club members are working on such complicated projects is because we’ve been in the science field for years.” He explains. “It’s not likely, if not just impossible, that you would be working on the things we’re working on even if you were interested. That’s just an experience issue.” He reassures her.

“I understand.” Raibaru nods with a wry grin. “I’ll definitely leave all the science to this club. But, on another note..” She looks at the remaining plastic cases and asks, “Where is Meka taking those?”

“The, uh, right..? Storage room in the gymnasium, I believe. I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you brought those to her.” Yaku claimed, successfully guessing why Raibaru had even asked.

Raibaru nods with a smile, taking four of the cases, which left Ayano with the last two. She walks past Yaku and nods at him approvingly. “Thanks for your time, Yaku. You’ve been a big help!”

Ayano follows Raibaru downstairs as Yaku happily bids them farewell.

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“I’m sure Asu would appreciate having you as a member.” Hojiro says with a smile, crossing his arms in a similar fashion that Itachi does. “Your history with the martial arts club might help you adapt to the club if you plan on joining.”

Both Itachi and Asu hadn’t come over when Ayano waved at them. Itachi didn’t seem like he wanted to be interrupted, and Asu either didn’t get that Ayano wanted to talk or just wanted to focus on running. Both had very valid reasons, possibly. So, Hojiro came over instead.

“I agree.” Raibaru nods, although she didn’t look particularly interested. “So, you’re called the Sports Club, but I’ve only seen you all run or swim. Do you do anything with the equipment in the storage rooms?”

Hojiro exhales, “Yeah, we get that question a lot. We used to last year a lot, but since Asu became the leader, she’s kept her focus on running and swimming. I couldn’t tell you why exactly.” He explains, shrugging with a sympathetic frown.

Ayano speaks up, “I heard that swimming was her favorite sport, with running or jogging being a close second.” She comments, frowning, “Isn’t it kind of… unprofessional to have the Sports Club equipment wasting away?”

“Well, yes, probably. Maybe she just saves it for the Sports Festival? That’s coming up in a few weeks.” Hojiro guesses, although ultimately he doesn’t know the answer himself.

Raibaru hums in thought, “If I don’t end up joining, I’ll make sure to come to the Sports Festival. That sounds fun.” She claims, actually seeming to enjoy that idea. Then again, as per usual, it could just come down to her liking the thought of doing something special with Osana.

“One more club.” Ayano mumbles, although Raibaru catches it.

“Yup! And it might be the one I’m most drawn to.” She says, smiling happily. She gives Hojiro a quick bow, “Thank you very much for the information.”

Hojiro simply nods. “Sorry I couldn’t be much help. Good luck with whatever club you choose.” He waves the two off briefly and tosses his towel on a nearby bench before continuing to the track.

As Raibaru and Ayano walked to the Gardening Club, Ayano’s phone buzzed in her pocket.

Info-Chan: Smash your phone.

Ayano: What.

Info-Chan: You don’t have a plan for how you’re going to get your hands on Raibaru’s phone, right?

Ayano: Okay, but what does breaking my phone have to do with that?

Info-Chan: Say you need to take an important call.

Info-Chan: Whenever she looks away, throw it on the ground.

Info-Chan: She’ll likely offer you hers since she doesn’t use it much anyway.

Ayano: Then I’ll have her phone, but not my own.

Info-Chan: Just slide it under my door before classes. I’ll fix it by the time classes are over.

Ayano: Alright. I guess.

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“Hello.” Sakura greeted in a quiet voice, almost too quiet to be heard. She had a habit of being quiet and sometimes unnoticed due to that and her short height. “I’m sorry, Uekiya isn’t here right now. Do you have any business with her?”

“Not Uekiya specifically.” Ayano shakes her head.

Raibaru finishes for her, smiling at Sakura. “I’m just looking through the clubs to see if I’m open to joining any of them. This is the last club I’m visiting.” She says softly, somewhat matching Sakura’s own tone. “Can you tell me a bit about the Gardening Club.”

“Hm.. I suppose I can.” Sakura says. She was holding a book in her hand, one that Ayano had seen before in the Occult Club. Sakura places the book in her bag, which was resting on a nearby wooden chair.

Brushing off her skirt briefly before picking a corner of the gardening club to walk to. She decides on the back left corner, stopping in front of the small garden where the club usually grew vegetables. “This is where we…”

Immediately, Ayano tuned Sakura out. Despite her attempt to ignore it, her eyes were glued to a certain plot of soil. It almost seemed as if the soil there was looser, despite the fact that the gardening club has likely watered it constantly and kept it in place. It was deep enough, she was sure of it.

Ayano had done all of the research. It would take a very long time for Saki’s body to decompose given the conditions, but in the end, it’s likely that she would stay hidden. She spent over half an hour making sure that that was the case, so it had to be true. As she stared at the plot of soil, she almost felt light-headed.

She hadn’t bothered closing Saki’s eyes when she buried her. Were they aimed at her right now? Staring directly at her through the layers of dirt and roots? Saki’s hair was long. Would it eventually stick out if the earth were worn away before the body decomposes? Hair wasn’t really made to decompose like bodies- it could possibly take longer than her body.

Saki’s body was down there.

Ayano felt a hand creep up onto her shoulder and she flinched hard, immediately whipping her head to see who it was. It was Raibaru. She looked concerned. “Are you feeling alright? You look pale.”

It took Ayano a moment, but she slowly shook her head. “I’m okay… I thought I saw, uh… one of those..” She gulped, attempting to calm her nerves, “...one of those winged spiders.”

“There’s such a thing as a winged spider?!” Raibaru gaped, looking mortified. Ayano couldn’t tell if Raibaru was trying to change the topic off of Ayano’s clearly unnerved expression, or if she was genuinely terrified of bugs.

“I don’t think so, hehe.” Sakura reassured Raibaru quietly. “I’m pretty sure that that’s a fictional species. And even if it was real, it’s not native to Japan, so it’s unlikely that it’s anywhere near us.” She explained briefly with a calm smile.

“Oh… good to know..” Raibaru sighed in relief.

Sakura led Raibaru to the shed and greenhouse, holding both of her hands to either of the two small areas. “This is the shed- where we keep all of our tools, and this is the greenhouse- where we usually grow herbs. We don’t grow them with grapes or carrots or anything because they’re more susceptible to bad weather.” She raises her hand to the shed again. “Fair warning, there are some dangerous items in the shed, hence why only Uekiya has the key. She keeps all the dangerous items inside the locked part of the shed.”

“Does the headmaster allow that?” Raibaru asked, tilting her head to the side. Ayano took it upon herself to pay close attention to this part for the sake of knowing everything that needed to be known about the available weapons in the school.

“Yes. In fact, he’s the one who offered them to us, I believe. He offered us access to these to make pruning and such easier, but also so that we would give a helping hand to getting rid of pesky plants that are harder to remove.” Sakura explains.

She then walks to the middle of the gardening club, holding her hands out to the space around her. “We usually specialize in flowers, but we try to keep them all vastly different. Mainly because we need them to do something outside of sitting there and looking pretty when others need to be planted.” Sakura folds her hands in front of her. She looked somewhat out of breath, but wasn’t finished yet. “So, sometimes we try to make perfume, dyes, air cleaners, oils- sometimes we give some to the cooking club for food. And so on and so forth. But that’s just the flowers.”

Raibaru smiles giddily. “It sounds extensive! And well worth the effort.” She hesitates before saying, “I’m not… usually one to actively get dirty, but maybe I’ll decide to start sacrificing my cleanliness after this?” She wonders aloud, looking generally happy. Maybe it was after completing her and Ayano’s mission, maybe she just really likes the thought of the gardening club.

“Well, we’ll be here whenever you decide to join. Outside of Scilla, you will have been our newest member this week!” Sakura claims.

“Scilla joined?” Ayano wondered aloud, surprised that he, someone who couldn’t speak without apologizing, had actually gained the nerve to join the Gardening Club. Maybe he hoped that since the whole club was generally very sweet, that he’d be more comfortable?

Sakura nods, and Raibaru speaks up with a quick bow of her head. “Alright, it’s almost time for class, so we’d better get going. Thank you so much for your time, Sakura!”

“Oh, I’m happy to have helped.” Sakura nods with a calm smile, waving the two off.

Now that they were finally finishing up their task, Ayano had to put her plan to action. Raibaru turned to look back at Ayano with a satisfied smile and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden ring of Ayano’s phone. She waved her hand as Ayano gave her a questioning look, as if asking if she could take the call. “Go ahead,” She mouthed.

As soon as Raibaru turned her back to continue walking, Ayano answered the phone. “Hel– ah–” She immediately slammed it into the floor and gasped, this time, flawlessly acting out the accident. “...oh.”

Raibaru whipped her head back with a shocked expression and grimaced at the shattered glass on the ground. “Oh, jeez, Ayano..” She looked around, making sure that she could see every piece on the sidewalk. “That’s not good… I didn’t realize phones could break so easily..”

“Ugh, I–” Ayano sighs, “That was a… very important call.. I’m not sure how I’m going to…”

Like clockwork, Raibaru fishes her own phone out of her pocket and holds it to Ayano with a smile. “If you remember the number you can take my phone for a minute. I don’t really use it anyway.”

“Oh.” Ayano looks shocked at the phone, but hurriedly takes it, “Thank you. I’ll…” She quickly dials Info-Chan’s number and holds it up to her ear. She looks around briefly, to the nearby bench, to the sidewalk, to the broken phone, “I’ll be right back. I’ll go get a broom or… something.” She says, turning on her heel and walking the other way. Raibaru nods to her and begins picking up the bigger shards.

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Info-Chan hadn’t bothered actually saying anything, it was really just quiet static that played on the other side of the phone. Eventually, she finished the Info-Install process- much quicker than before- and returned the phone to Raibaru. After they parted ways, Ayano took her broken phone and slid it beneath the door of the Info-Club.

As promised, Info-Chan delivered her phone, which already had the information about Lori and Frankie already messaged to her. First, it started with information for both Frankie and Lori.

Name: Francesca Komai

Gender: Female

Class: 3-2

Club: Martial Arts

Persona: Phone Addict

Reputation:

Overall: +38

Liked: +75 Respected: +30

Feared: +10

Crush: None

Strength: Strong

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Money, School, Socializing, The Photography Club, Combat

Dislikes: Gossip, Justice, Solitude, Family, Animals

Bio: “A girl with fashion similar to the gyaru girls, despite having a much different personality. She enjoys the gyaru fashion, but doesn’t entertain gossip like the gyaru girls do. She joined the Martial Arts club under the simple claim that she liked going out at night, and wanted to know how to defend herself just in case. The truth is that she’s being harassed by a lower-classman and wants to know how to keep herself safe until she can eventually run away.”

Most of what was said about Francesca was ultimately what Ayano expected, although she didn’t realize that she actively enjoyed combat. Of course, there’s a difference between being beat up and sparring, but what was the difference between that and what were the differences in regards to that for Frankie herself?

The information that really surprised Ayano was what she read about Lori.

Name: Lorelai Bier

Gender: Male

Class: 1-1

Club: None

Persona: Violent

Reputation:

Overall: -16

Liked: -100

Respected: -50

Feared: +100

Crush: None

Strength: Extensive Training

Likes & Dislikes:

Likes: Combat, Money, Solitude, Martial Arts, Social Media

Dislikes: Justice, Socializing, School, Cooking, Family

Bio: A boy who cross-dresses as a girl. Not many- if any knows that he’s a male, and he’s known for being violent when bothered. He’s usually left alone, but rather than being hated, some students give him gifts or offer him nice things as a way to brighten his mood. This doesn’t change his violent nature, but it does coax him to stay out of others' way and hide elsewhere so as to not bother anyone or be bothered. He cross-dresses because he’s learned that doing so gets him more lenient treatment if he’s caught fighting.

For a moment, Ayano wondered if Info-Chan had entered Lori- or Lorelai’s information wrong. The revelation of Lori actually being a male wasn’t necessarily important, but it did make sense to a certain degree regarding Lori and Frankie’s strength difference. To everyone’s knowledge, Lori didn’t train for anything, and Frankie was actively training in the Martial Arts club. Not to mention that Lori was smaller than Frankie (or appeared as such beneath his sweaters), and younger than her by at least two years.

From the point of view of anyone else who knew Frankie and Lori, the thought of Lori actively attacking Frankie to the point that she had to flee didn’t make any sense. Now, with the reveal of Lori’s information, both in gender and in strength, it made more sense to Ayano.

Ayano looked at the final few messages, which successfully explained Lori’s motives.

Info-Chan: Lorelai Bier is hired weekly to attack and physically harass Francesca Komai. I don’t know by who or why right now because Lorelai doesn’t bring a phone to school. He doesn’t make calls so I have no access to who he talks to while he’s in school.

Info-Chan: I do know that Francesca is aware of Lorelai’s real gender and strength-level, although I don’t know what led to her knowing this. I also know that she doesn’t want to tell anyone at school because she’s nosy, and wants to know why Lorelai is attacking her. According to her, she doesn’t think that no one attacks someone for no reason, and is actually concerned for Lorelai.

Info-Chan: If you want to learn more about how to help them, then bring me information about Francesca and Lorelai’s interactions outside of school. For a massive bonus, also bring me information about who is hiring Lorelai.

Ayano inhales deeply, and then exhales just as hard. Truthfully, the interactions today had worn her out. She wasn’t at all ready to deal with whatever the hell Frankie and Lorelai had going on today. She’d deal with it tomorrow, she decided.

Watching Taro’s actions for the next couple of hours would be the perfect break for Ayano.

[dixidin]

Genshin impact hcs for every nation pt.2

Liyue edition!

Info: OOC? Mentions of other characters, writing sucks, sorry if I get some lore wrong with some characters! Fyi, none of this is cannon besides the occasional lore mentions

Baizhu: Whenever the cold winters of Liyue roll around, Baizhu has to make sure that both him and Changsheng are cozy because if they don't. They both can fall ill very quickly. Baizhu normally wraps a scarf around his neck so both him and Changsheng are warm due to the fact that Changsheng normally wraps around Baizhu's neck

Beidou: Since Beidou wears an eyepatch, a lot of people have made theories on what's behind it. Is it just a regular eye? Does she have a terrible scar underneath? Is it due to a battle? Who did she fight? Spoiler alert: It's the first one, but she always gets a laugh out of the really crazy ones

Chongyun: Chongyun is secretly really good at checkers. He takes pride in it along with embarrassment since he has no clue how to play chess

Ganyu: Ganyu absolutely loves the quiet and hates loud noises, but there's this one sound that she will forever despise, and that is windchimes. Every time she hears them, she just wants to rip it off of the ceiling and break all the metal bars in half. Of course, she never does, but she'll immediately leave if she hears it. Heaven forbid someone gets her a windchime as a present

Hu tao: Being a director of a funeral parlor and talking with ghosts for a long time somewhat impacts your vision on mortals, so Hu tao has grown a sixth sense of reading people. She can tell whether they're lying, worried, or pretending to be fine whenever they are fuming with anger. Sometimes, it gets a bit bad that she misses out on social cues

Keqing: With the large amount of paperwork Keqing puts on herself, she offen gets hands cramps. Sometimes, they get so bad that she has to take a break for a few minutes so the bones of her hands don't feel like they're about to break apart

Ningguang: Since Ningguang is the richest person in Tevyat, she occasionally spends her mora on random items just for the fun of it. Her favorite items she's bought over the recent years are candles. She's grown so attached to it that she's started up a collection

Qiqi: Since Qiqi needs a notebook to remember everyone she's met, Yaoyao decided one day that she would help Qiqi with the notebook, decorating it in cute stickers, highlighters, doodles, and occasional photographs

Shenhe: Shenhe has dissociative amnesia, specifically generalized. This means that she offen forgets where she went, what she did, who she spoke to, what she experienced, or even who she is

Xiangling: Xiangling, being the spicy cook herself, she doesn't actually check how much spices she puts in her food for the customers. Does she still use measuring cups? Yes, but sometimes they can be a bit overfilled

Xiao: When all of the yakshas were still around. Normally, the girls would help Xiao with his red eye makeup, only after they died tragically. The last yaksha had to learn how to do his own makeup, to say it was hard... was an understatement. Xiao eventually went to Zhongli for help, the geo archon being met with a sad Xiao, looking at the floor with messy red eye makeup. Don't worry, Zhongli taught Xiao, and he got the hang of it

Xingqiu: Xingqiu secretly has a condition called vasovagal syncope, which means that his body makes him pass out whenever he gets injected with a needle. Before, he thought he had a fear of needles, but when he saw Baizhu about it, he told the young writer that he actually had vasovagal syncope. Which made much more sense to Xingqiu afterward

Xinyan: Xinyan secretly loves having fun on playgrounds, but especially the swings. Whenever she comes across a playground with swings, she'll immediately stop what she's doing, run up, and try to get as high as she could

Yanfei: When in the chasm with the rest of the group, Yanfei actually got slight burn scars when fighting off those enemies due to how hard she was hitting her fireball

Yaoyao: You would expect Yaoyao to be another one of those kids whose toys are all dirty from dragging them around in the mud or one of those kids who forgets their stuffed animal, but Yaoyao is the complete opposite! She always double checks that Yuegui is in her basket, and she doesn't have to worry about Yuegui getting dirty since it's easily washable

Yelan: Whenever Yelan gets bored from time to time, getting stuck dealing with paperwork instead of going out on fun adventures. She'll train her hand to do neat tricks with her pen. She's gotten so good at it to the point where she'll zone out while her fingers mechanically rapidly spin around her pen

Yunjin: The reason why Yunjin's stage is normally warm colors with lantern lights in the background is because she can't stand flashing lights. It makes her feel dizzy, and she can never concentrate

Zhongli: Being an archon, over the years, Zhongli has come to be an expert in fashion. Just take a look in the history books and see some of the outfits he's worn! People have sometimes begged him to let him help them with fashion, but that's Zhongli's secret talent and only his. No if's or but's

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[eggcompany]

Willow Graham Part 2

It was easy to be in love with Willow. She still liked to schedule appointments with Hannibal, usually at lunch time when she could eat with him or take a nap on the chaise. He told her that she didn’t need to and that he kept time open so she could just come see him, but she found it more fun to make appointments. 

“ I thought you were a professional, Doctor Lecter.” She’d said to him once as she rinsed her mouth out after crawling under his desk to ‘help him relax’. Hannibal had laughed at her, leaning back relaxed in his chair, pants barely done back up. 

She had smiled at him and shook her head. 

“Did you mistake me for an honest woman, Doctor? Or am I too wild for your taste?” She asked as he fixed her heavy knit green dress where it had hiked up to her undershorts. She looked like the image of good , knee length green dress with full sleeves and a high neck, thick black stockings, brown boots, and her head covered by a matching beret. 

“I would never mistake you for anything other than what you are, Willow.” He replied, combing back his hair and fixing his clothes to look presentable. He stood up and smoothed out his pants as she made her way to stand in front of him, her fingers coming to trace around the buttons on his waistcoat. 

“And what am I?” She asked lowly, her eyes following her own finger as it traced up the edge of his vest to pick at his shirt collar. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes to his. 

“Something terrible, a monster, a beast so wild and vicious not even the bravest soldier dare cross, you’re beautiful Willow.” He said and pressed a kiss to the smile that had graced her lips. She pulled away from him, giving him a suspicious look. 

“I’m terrible because I’m pretty?” She asked, she knew this was a dance, another twisting swaying motion between them with words. 

“You are terrifying because you, Willow, are so beautiful. Everyone fears a beautiful woman.” Hannibal said as he placed his hands on her hips and her arms came up to rest on his shoulders. She huffed a laugh and closed her eyes, letting her head rest on his shoulder. 

“You’re a whore for me, Doctor Lecter, did you know?” She said in a sweet voice, it was such a romantic soft scene and Hannibal could help but snicker, hiding his smile in her hair. Of course she would say that . 

“There are worse things to be, my sweet Willow” He answered and they stayed there until the alert went off saying he had another patient. 

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Willow Graham. Willow Graham . Willow Graham . It was scattered across hundreds of pages of messy sketches and detailed portraits and smudged charcoal art. Hannibal had been… oddly stressed. He hadn’t felt so alive, so in love, so… human in so long. Willow had moved into his home, making herself happily at home. She had her own soap, her toothbrush that she left on the counter, her laundry in a basket by the washing machine, her bags of chemically crunchy snacks sat in the cupboard next to his own homemade food, she was in every inch of the house so casually. And it was… suffocating in the best way. 

Hannibal often found himself doodling aimlessly on his notes. He’d sit in the library and try to read but she’d float by in the corner of his eye, walking by the doorway in a pair of tiny sleep shorts and one of his shirts, and it was like a siren song, he had to get up and seek her out, just to watch her sit at the kitchen table eating bagel chips and reading essays. 

He’d gotten used to sweeping the floors more often as well. He hated sweeping. But Willow often cruised around the house, just walking around because if not she couldn’t sleep, with a bag of something in her hand. 

Whether it be small garlicky croutons that Hannibal had planned to put with their salads or a ziplock full of dry cereal or some other horrible treat that she’d always offer to Hannibal knowing he could turn it away. Somehow she always had a trail of crumbs following behind her. 

So Hannibal turned away the toxic snacks and swept the floors more and vacuumed the rugs in silence. 

He’d gotten used to being hit in his sleep but also getting the best sleep of his life and waking up to Willow practically begging for a nice fucking. He’d wake up earlier and get to pet down her bare skin, savoring how warm she was, enjoying the comfort that came from her scent. She’d given up on wearing anything but underwear to bed, she tossed it off or got tangled in it during the night anyway. 

The best days were the days when they’d go to bed and Willow would wake up earlier, claiming sometimes she needed private time to shave and such. Hannibal would take a few minutes to stretch out in bed, savor the leftover smell of sex and Willow’s sweaty pillow, and make the bed back up or strip it if it was time. 

What made them so good would be the quiet click of the bathroom door unlocking, followed by the shower turning on. Willow would sometimes get started by herself, her hand going down to her cock or fingers finding her hole. She’d be standing under the water, completely ignoring Hannibal as he brushed his teeth and slid the glass door open and closed. 

It was a sweet slow kind of occurrence. Long kisses, teasing, playful banter flowing easily between them. Hannibal always complimenting her soft skin and gorgeous body. Willow always felt the most vulnerable there, under the bright light, water washing away any pretty perfume or make up. She never feared though because Hannibal was always there to say what a wonderful woman she was as he got down on his knees for her. 

He’d lay hundreds of sweet kisses to her soft belly and take her into his mouth, easily fitting it without much trouble. He loved how close he felt to dying in those moments. How she could kill him right there if she wanted. And Willow would just be so pretty and make a whiney noise and fill his mouth with bitter watery cum. He loved it, loved the way she would always apologize and return the favor with a sloppy handjob. He loved the way her taste stayed in his mouth until breakfast, loved the way she’d gently wash his hair after, making the track lines from her grip disappear. 

It was… the best way to live. The best way he could ever survive life. 

Instead of living surrounded by his own smell, living quietly, he lived in a cloud of Willow’s sweet apple scented lotion and her heavy footsteps. He found himself smiling more, considering each action before making it, going more places more often.

He used to go to the museum every so often, he’d occasionally visit art exhibits, traveling to see new installations. He went to the opera almost once a year, he went to the theater a few times a year. 

He loved it. He loved calming evenings indulging in high society. 

Willow really didn’t. Sure she liked going and watching the shows and walking around the museums. It was something Hannibal liked so she went along with it. However she pushed him to go to other places. 

“ Hanni, let's go to the dog park. I want a hot dog and to pet the puppies! ” She’d beg him until they made their way, hand in hand, to sit on the bench in the dog park. Hannibal would often just sit and watch her rather than the dogs as they ran around. He’d love to listen to her ranting about dog breeds or class, he’d appreciate the beautiful atmosphere of joy and excitement, and he’d enjoy the fresh air. It was Willow’s favorite place to visit, just to sit and chat and pet some dogs and eat cheap hotdogs. 

“ Hanni, take me to the river. I want to go fishing, take me fishing.” She’d ask and they’d pack a large picnic basket and drive way out to one of her favorite spots. It was very out of the way and secluded, only an old wooden picnic table to mark it as a public space. She’d go stand in the water, looking stunning like a painting, sun beaming off her face. And Hannibal would read a book and guard the catch basket. They’d lay out a nice meal of sandwiches and salads and such. Sometimes she’d stay out until the sun fell from the sky and Hannibal would have to carry her back into the house, her bones filled with exhaustion. 

But what most happened was the one place Willow was her happiest. 

“ Hanni, I want to go to the aquarium. Do you want to come with me?” She would go whether or not he did. She’d spend hours talking with curators and watching the anemones, she’d sit and watch the sting rays flap around their tank. Her favorite part was the biggest tank, she’d walk back and forth all around watching the fish dart around, watching the pufferfish look for treats, but she really loved the groupers that laid at the bottom. She’d kneel down in front of the glass and look at them, eyes twinkling like midnight stars. 

Hannibal was content to follow her around, listening to her recite the same facts over and over each time, helping her dry her hands off when she occasionally wanted to try and pet the stingrays. They went a few times each month, whether to help her calm down or cheer her up or just for fun. Each time she was filled with the same joy and excitement. They must’ve gone a thousand times. 

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“I love you Willow” Hannibal said, kneeling down on the dirty floor, it was a quiet day… mostly because he bought most of the tickets for this time slot but still. He looked up at her, plush box pulled open, golden ring shone in the light, small diamonds twinkling. A woman gasped across the tank but Willow… kept looking at the tank as a sea cucumber moved slightly. 

“I love you too!” She chirped happily and kept her eyes on the creature. Hannibal stared at her for a moment,  smile widening on his lips. She really was something else, and this was just proving that even more. 

“No- Willow~” He said in a sing-song way, unmoving even as a few people stared at them. He watched as her hands met the glass to point past the sea cucumber. 

“Look, it's a grouper!” She said excitedly and bounced up and down on her feet. Hannibal just watched her be happy for a moment longer before shaking his head. 

“Willow Henrietta Graham look at me” He stated plainly and watched as her head turned before her eyes caught up, still glued to the fish. 

“Hm? Oh my god.” She said, staring down at him. He was… a ring… Hannibal, ring, boyfriend, boyfriend, fiance…

“I love you Willow, will you marry me?” He asked, back straight, ring before him, anxiety tightening his chest in a way that he’d never experienced before. She stared at him, eyes big dashing between the ring and his patient face. 

“You! Yes! Oh my god! You terrible man, yes!” She finally forced out and tackled him into a hug on the ground. He pulled them both up to stand, her arms squeezing him tightly around the middle.  

“You’re awful! Just awful!” She said as tears slid down her face. He pulled her up into a chaste kiss, a few people clapping in joy for them. He pulled back, giddy smile on his face, a feeling sparkling through his entire being. He felt like a sparkler was lit in his heart. 

Willow cried and cried as he slid the ring onto her finger. She was grinning though at the golden band with five small diamonds embedded. He got her the perfect ring. She hated big clunky jewelry, and he picked out a plain golden band with stones that wouldn’t catch. 

“It’s perfect.” She whispered and admired the ring. Hannibal was glad, relieved, he wanted to get her something beautiful and extravagant and sparkling but… she didn’t like that kind of thing so he went and chose a petite, low profile ring. 

“May I take you to dinner, my fiance, dear?” Hannibal asked, holding her hands in his. She sniffled and hugged him again. She whispered up in his ear. 

“You better eat fast. Consummation of this engagement is the only thing I want for dessert.” She whispered and started pulling him to the exit. Hannibal felt lava start to puddle in his stomach. 

They did of course have a long luxurious meal at one of Hannibal’s favorite restaurants. And Willow had laughed and smiled and showed off her ring, she ate her cake when it came to the table, and she drank the sweet champagne. 

But when they got home she was much less patient. Pulling at Hannibal’s clothes until they were both nearly naked halfway through the house, she pulled him by his hand to the bedroom, where she pulled him over her onto the bed. 

“Are you trying to make an honest woman of me? I don’t think it’s working.” She said teasingly as she took her cock into her hand, ring sparkling in the low light. Hannibal licked over her cock and hand before surging up the bed to catch her lips. 

“You’re more than any honest woman. You are more than anything else in this entire creation, you’re the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen.” Hannibal said, kneeling between her spread thighs. Willow pulled him down to nip and kiss from his lips to his ear. 

“I am a beautiful woman. I’ve ensnared you, my weak man.” Willow replied and they ended up laughing at each other. 

Each movement was slow and tender, savoring and full of love. It was love making and when they fell asleep that night it wasn’t as partners or just lovers. They were promised to each other, for life. 

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Hannibal planned a perfect wedding. A perfect wedding for them both. It was planned, date set, everything was ready…. In two months. They sent out few invites, Hannibal inviting his friends and a few other doctors who he enjoyed the company of. Willow invited a few people and tacked up a few invites in her classroom, kids coming in and congratulating her. 

Her students were more and more excited. They would come by and ask about the wedding, dreamy eyes jealous of her. Most of them were girls who dreamed of marriage and wedding dresses and fancy cakes, some were boys who loved their teacher and wanted to show their support for her in all ways. 

She spoke about where it was going to be held, how dress shopping was a disaster but she had a few friends who’d go with her, and of course she gushed occasionally about how she couldn’t wait to be a bride. 

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Though she was already a bride. For fun. 

Hannibal had come home late, a conference had ended late and he was buzzing with life. He’d gotten a notification on his phone saying that Willow was waiting for him. He hoped that meant she was laying across their bed because he was all colors of pent up. 

However when he got through the entryway and made his way to look into the library he was taken back. In the best way. 

She was standing beside his chair, lightly off, only light coming from the crackling flame in the fireplace. A short white mesh robe flowed around her, bottom and sleeves ruffled. She had a pair of small diamond earrings in and her lips were painted a crimson red. Through the robe he could see she had on white lingerie, stockings that hugged her legs, a matching garter belt up on her waist, panties that had a heart cut out in the back, and a simple lace bra that had ruffled along the bottom. 

She looked nervous as he looked her over, hunger filled eyes staring her down like a predator hunting prey. 

“I um…” She tried and turned to face him, the closest thing she’d ventured to lingerie before was a bra that had lace on it. She was a bit nervous, hoping that her bulge wasn’t… ruining it. 

“Um… Do you like it?” She asked and Hannibal was taking wide strides to grab her hips and swing her around, bending her back, kissing a bruning kiss to her lips. She put her arms around his neck as she pressed more and more kisses to her lips. 

“Am I that pretty of a bride?” She asked and Hannibal was laying her down on the floor. He straddled her, looking down at the way her hair, now grown into a bit of a bob, haloed around her head and her robe spread out under her. 

“You’re more than just a bride, Willow, you’re something crafted in the heavens, stuck down for me to ravish.” He said and ravish… is an understatement. There on the library floor, Willow was a bride for the first time. And second… and well… they woke up on the floor too and who needs to count. 

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Willow was a princess on her wedding day. 

She had a big poofy dress with a train and a bouquet and a veil that couldn’t hide the biggest smile Hannibal had ever seen. 

They were married in front of a great old oak tree, and Willow promised herself to the doctor. They’d joked that they should be married in front of a willow tree but… they way the forest opened up and the trail to the tree was so beautiful, they couldn’t pass it up. 

Hannibal was wearing a well fitted white tuxedo that Willow had picked out because ‘ You’re gonna look so fit!’ . She thought he looked like a treat, glowing with joy as he stood in their small altar. She walked down the aisle and half of the party started screaming and clapping… she blushed and shook her head. Her kids. 

Hannibal's side was full of fancy people dressed in fancy clothes. Women wearing veiled hats and shoes that cost as much as her dress. They were all emotionless and drab. They all looked so… serious. 

However- 

Willow’s side was full of 67 students all wearing green, her favorite color. Most in just plain cheap cotton blouses and button ups some had cardigans or blazers pulled on too but they all looked… like regular people. Even as they let out loud hoots and hollers, clapping loudly. They had all came up to her and asked if they could attend her wedding, all talking about how they’d go to the store and find shirts and stuff so they could look nice. They’d asked her opinion on everything, some of them never have gone to a wedding before. 

They had all come, bags and boxes, gifts piled up in the event hall that was off the highway before the road that led to the forest. She asked for one thing, food and snacks. She’d told them that Hannibal was a food buff and that she needed to fill a cabinet with as much chemically delicious food before she gave up on it for Hannibal homemade. 

After the ceremony, and Hannibal gave her a sweet short kiss, they traveled back to the event hall where Willow cried like a mess as her kids gave very well thought speeches. They danced a few times, though neither of them were dancers and rather they made rounds to talk to everyone and take pictures and they went home in a timely manner, Willow being a bit drunker than sober. 

Later though they promised to each other in the heat of a proper marriage bed. A proper bride, Willow was just as she ever wanted to be, a proper bride. 

‘ To My Dear Terrifying Monster, You’ve got a present waiting downstairs’ Willow read as she yawned and sat up in bed. Her back hurt from being hunched over too many fbi files. She had pulled on her thick glasses and slipped her robe over her shoulders from where it hung on the back of the door. 

She made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Yawning as she pushed the door open. 

“Hanni? Wha’s-” She asked and rubbed the sleep dust from her eyes. She stopped short though at the picture in front of her. 

A jug of cheeseballs, cans of doctor pepper, moon pies, and a big jar of moonshine cherries, laid out over the work bench like a fine dinner. Hannibal was standing there, in a big cotton t-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants, he looked so out of place. Willow smiled at the worn cotton shirt, she’d made him buy it and wear it because it was ‘comfy’. 

It was their anniversary. 

“It’s our anniversary.” Willow said with a smile. She’d remembered. 

Well she had remembered last month and had gotten him a present a month ago and then forgot. Hannibal rounded the counter, pulling her by her hips to kiss her. 

“A decade, you’ve been my terrible thing.” He said to her and she laughed and kissed him sweetly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Am I still terrible?” She asked, eyes sincere. She was gonna be 40 in January. She wasn’t a sparkly 30 year old anymore. Hannibal laughed and kissed her, picking her up and setting her on the counter. 

“You’re the most vicious, most ensnaring, most horrifying creature ever created, Willow.” He said, kissing her deeply. She smiled, eyes watering up. 

“You are a beautiful, beautiful woman. Something all men fear.” Hannibal finished and gave her another sweet kiss and hugged her. 

A decade and she was still a terrible beast, something that stuck fear in the very soul of a dangerous man. 

<- Last Chapter

[nogenderbee]

hey hey!! May i possibly request pjsk girls with a reader who loves drawing/art? Have a lovely day!! <3

Hello, my darling anon! I absolutely love your idea but there's overally 15 girls so I had to make 2 parts out of it. I'll post 2nd part the next day this will be posted! But anyway I know it's short but I hope you enjoy either way <3

PJSK girls with reader who loves art part.1

Tag List: @qwnelisa - come get your charming idol~

⊱ Ichika didn't noticed your love for art at first, it's later on when she walked into your room for the first time and saw a bunch of drawings on your desk and she's absolutely impressed by your skills

⊱ definitely will ask if you can draw Miku or if you have any drawing of her, and if you do then she'll also ask if she can keep those drawings

"Your art is so pretty! Do you have any drawings of Miku? And if so, can I see them?"

⊱ if you just like art and don't really like to draw, she'll gladly show you some of her favorite fan arts and also will gladly see some of your favorite arts

"I recently found this new fan art of Miku and other VIRTUAL SINGERS, and I thought that this may interest you a little!"

⊱ Saki noticed doodles in your notebook you borrowed her since she wanted to catch up on some lessons, and she couldn't blame you for doodling in class but... they seemed really professional!

⊱ when she notices yes u draw a lot, she'll compliment and find something she adores in EVERY SINGLE art of yours

"I love the way you accented those clouds in this one! They seem so fluffy, I just want to hug them!"

⊱ if you're only interested in art and not in drawing yourself tho, she'll ask everyone she knows for good art exhibition, and will gladly go there with you

"Hey YN! Guess what?! I found a really cool art exhibition that will have place in this week! Do you want to go there?"

⊱ Honami found some of your drawings when she was helping you clean your place, it didn't had to be REALLY messy, she just wanted to help you with house work after stressful day

⊱ after seeing how good you can draw, she's really impressed by your skills and that you're so patient for activity like this

"You really drew this?! Wow... you must be really patient then! Whenever I try to draw it always turns out badly..."

⊱ if you don't draw and just like art, she will take you on a bunch of art exhibitions, she often gets informed about new events thanks to her job, so you can be sure she'll suggest something good

"I heard that there will be an art exhibition and it'll be held by the same person who held that great exhibition we couldn't come to last year!"

⊱ Shiho noticed how saw some of your drawings on calm dates of yours when you spend time in comfortable silence and she didn't mind, you liked it so she supported you

⊱ if you share your drawing with her and ask her for honest opinion then don't expect her to hold back, sure you might be her lover but she'll still give you friendly criticism

"It's not bad... but I feel like this part ruins the whole drawing... I can't tell what's wrong tho since I don't know much about art... maybe try adding some more colors?"

⊱ if you only like art and don't actually draw, she'll gladly listen to you about it all and definitely will explore a little more about artist you're interested in the most

"I checked that artist you liked and I really like this one painting of theirs. What's your opinion on it?"

⊱ Minori once asked if you know anything about art because her groups next stream was supposed to have art theme and luckily for her, you did!

⊱ if you showed her your drawings, she's absolutely amazed by your skills and will compliment every single one of your drawings

"I didn't knew you could draw like that! They're so pretty! Can you show me your sketches as well?"

⊱ if you're only interested in ary and don't actually draw, she still would like to know your favorite artist so she can share them with her group

"These are drawings of your favorite artist? They're so pretty! I'm sure everyone on stream will love it as well!"

⊱ Haruka was telling you about book she read recently and really liked, and you couldn't help but remember drawing you had about the same or very similar topic to her book

⊱ if you show her some of your drawings, she definitely would be amazed by you and will ask if you have any recommendations on logo she wanted to give her group merch on social media

"Your skills are really impressing! Do you have any idea how to make my groups logo look better?"

⊱ if you don't actually like to draw and just like art, she'll show you some drawings she found for your opinion, after all she'd like to know your likes and dislikes in art so she can find some exhibitions you'd like to visit

"I recently found this drawing and really wanted to know your opinion about it."

⊱ Airi saw some of your drawings when she was hanging out at your place and was looking for some of her lipstick she left at your place

⊱ she honestly was pretty amazed by how well you can draw and will ask you if you can help her design some of the decorations she thought for her groups next performance

"Hey, listen there. I thought about making some hearts since it'll be a love song but I don't want some basic hearts!"

⊱ if you're only interested in art and not on drawing yourself then she still thinks you can help her with decorations just by expressing your opinion (she'd also like to introduce you with Ena)

"Hey, I recently drew a little sketch for our next performance and thought that maybe some friendly criticism would be nice!"

⊱ Shizuku always wanted to know about your interests so she probably discovered your passion for art very quickly

⊱ naturally first thing she did was ask if you had any drawings and if you did, she'd absolutely love to see them. And once you do show her, she won't stop complementing how good artist you are

"These are so pretty! I can see all the passion you put into this! And all the colors are making me so happy just be looking at them! And this part is..."

⊱ if you're not interested in drawing but are interested in art then be ready that she'll find you MANY art exhibitions, which is why some of them aren't really good but it's the thought that count, right?

"I found so many art exhibitions and they're all close! We can even have our date there!"

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[junikicker]

Coffee Shop Poems - Lady Gaga x fem!reader

Coffee Shop Poems - Lady Gaga

pairing: Lady Gaga x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k (I ain't kidding y'all)

It was just another regular, boring day at work for you. You worked at a coffee shop in New York City. Lower East Side, Manhattan, to be more specific. Your work there was nothing special, it was just the same every goddamn single day. You would get up at six, get ready for work and then head off after feeding your cat, Arthur, yes he was named after prince Arthur from the legend. It was always the same and sometimes you wished there would be just at least a little variety in this cycle, well almost ‘loop’ if you want to put it this way.

So here you were, behind the counter of the coffee shop you worked at, wearing an apron over your black jeans and muscle shirt, a matching black mask covering the lower part of your face. That was a plus point for this job, you could wear whatever you wanted under the apron. Simply because no one would be able to see it. Though you never wore the apron correctly. The top part would never be secured around your neck. It would be only secured around your back, the top part just hanging around.

Today wasn’t a busy day at all. There weren’t many customers, which you were grateful for as you barely got any sleep last night. There wasn’t a particular reason for it. You just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So you just cuddled with your cat the whole night.

Whenever you were bored at work, you started doodling on the napkins. Whether it was just some petals, rough sketches of a coffee cup, or some quotes from a poem. If you had time, there would be a short poem along with some of these drawings. So you found yourself doing just this again.

You leaned onto the counter, a black ballpoint pen in your right hand as you scribbled some words onto a crème colored napkin. ‘Let's get a blanket, run away and watch the stars'

You regarded your work. After regarding it for some more seconds, you added a little caterpillar, holding a saxophone in its ‘hands’. You smiled down at your little creation. You weren’t much of an artistic person but you were quite talented when it came to drawing cute little sketches. Despite that, you had a thing for music. You had to learn how to play the violin at a young age, but you never touched it ever since your brother had died. He played viola. The harmony that was created when the two of you played together was incredible.

Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts. The doorbell rang, and a woman stepped in, the sound of heels clicking on the floor came along with her. You quickly placed the doodled napkin back to the others. Usually, you would throw it in the bin, but this time you didn’t.

The blonde woman walked towards the counter. She was small. Almost… tiny., as you thought. The light blue heels she was wearing made her appear at a height of about 5 feet 6, maybe 5"7'. If you were to take away those heels, she would have been about 5 feet 2 or 3.

While she walked over to the counter, you took in the rest of her appearance. Some blue ripped jeans, cuffed at the bottom, probably because she didn’t want them to get stuck in the heels, or simply just because those jeans were too long for her. Her upper body was covered in a black ‘Iron Maiden’ shirt whose color had already faded a little, and been washed a large amount of times, which was also to be seen because you could see through some parts.

Her lightly tanned face was… unique. Her eyes were covered by some black sunglasses which were a rather unusual shape. Her hair was platinum blonde and secured on the top of her head in a messy bun with a black hair tie. The lower part of her face was covered with a mask, just as yours was. The mask was kind of an eye-catcher. It wasn’t the usual black, blue or pink mask you would find people wearing. No. Even though it was black, there were small glitter stones attached and some spikes to it and there was a pink signing from the left to the right. ‘Chromatica’ you read and it had something familiar even though you couldn’t quite figure out, what was so familiar about it. Because surely it wasn’t only her appearance.

She looked extraordinary but simple at the same time. There was just something different about her.

“Welcome to the ‘Downtown Coffee House’ what can I do for you?” You asked, smiling under your mask, once the woman reached the counter. You tried to look behind those black sunglasses, attempting to get a glimpse of the woman’s eyes, without success, but you knew she looked at you too.

“Hey, uhm. I’ll have one regular coffee with milk, please.” The blonde asked. Her voice sounded raspy and a little rough. But in a good way, it was attractive as you thought. Again, you felt some kind of familiarity in the stranger’s voice. “Sure.” You smiled. “Small, medium, or large?” You then added.

The blonde thought for a split second and then asked for a medium size. “Oh, and could I have some sugar, please?”

“You can have whatever you want, darling.” You replied, turning around after grabbing a medium-sized cup. Before you let your front completely face the coffee machine, you shot the woman a wink, and even though you turned away not even a second after, you could have sworn that you saw a little blush in the space visible between the sunglasses and mask.

Over the sound of the coffee machine, you could hear a purse being opened. You knew it belonged to your blonde customer instantly, having noticed a small black clutch in her left hand when she entered.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you and only the sound of the coffee machine was heard for a split moment.

Once the machine was done, producing the dark drink, you grabbed it and turned around. You saw the woman had removed her sunglasses. And now you realized who was in front of you. No one other than Lady Gaga. Inside the small coffee shop, you worked at. And you had flirted with her just seconds ago. You quickly got yourself together, not wanting to look completely startled by the fact that a literal music legend was standing right in front of you.

You then grabbed a napkin from of the many laying behind the counter. What you didn’t notice, was that you had grabbed the one you just doodled onto. Lady Gaga meanwhile had gotten a five-dollar note out and placed it on the counter for you. You almost had to hold back a laugh, seeing the small woman on the other side of the counter, her head just a little above the top of it.

“Here you go.” You smiled at her and handed her the cup. You saw that she had to rise onto her tiptoes to grab the cup, which made you internally say ‘aww’ because you thought you found it some kind of adorable.

The moment her fingers touched yours, you found some kind of spark in it. You never thought something like this would exist. The whole ‘Love at the first sight’ or ‘You know it when you meet the right person’ thing. You never thought it was real you never did in the twenty-nine years of your life. But in this very moment, as your fingers touched, you felt it. You knew there was something.

“Thank you.” Gaga smiled back at you. Her expression was unreadable for you. You didn’t know if she just felt what you felt. You wanted to ask her but quickly put that thought away. She was this famous singer and songwriter and you were… well you were you. Just some random girl that worked in a coffee shop on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, trying to make some money to be able to afford the expensive life in the Big Apple.

There was no way that it would work out. Even if she felt it too. You forced yourself to pay attention to what you were doing. You realized that you forgot to add the sugar she asked for while you made the coffee.

You quickly reached over to your right where the small milk-, sugar- and stirring thingies were and handed her two small sugar sticks.

The two of you exchanged another smile and then Gaga exited the shop. She opened the door but before she exited, she turned her head around to you one last time, only to catch your y/e/c eyes staring at her. Now it was time to switch roles. She was now the one winking and you were the one with the blush on their cheeks.

Once she exited, you couldn’t take your eyes off the door. You couldn’t believe it. Lady freaking Gaga. In the coffee shop, you worked at. It was almost too much to process.

You tried to calm down a bit, wanting to go back to scribbling onto the napkin from before, once you were done cleaning the coffee machine because you would soon have to close the shop for lunch break. After that Jonah, your best friend and co-worker would come and you could go home.

You were done cleaning the coffee machine and now found yourself in wonder of where you put the napkin. You thought you had placed it on the counter next to the other ones so when you didn’t find it there, you searched other places. The first thing that came to your mind was the bin because you always put the other scribbled ones in there when you were done. When you hadn’t found it there, you slightly panicked. You frantically searched for the napkin all over the counter. Next to the fresh cups – nothing- next to the cash register – nothing- next to the coffee machine – nothing.

You panicked a little more inside. If the napkin wasn’t in your apron, somewhere on the counter, or in the bin, where could it possibly be? There was only one option. You had given it to Lady Gaga.

You had given a goddamn scribbled napkin with somewhat of a love poem on it to a woman you looked up to and now even felt this spark kind of thing with. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel. Happy? Scared? Or something in between that? What would be the correct term for the mix of these feelings? Scappy? Was there even a word for it?

You took a look at your phone to see what time it was. 1:53 pm. You sighed. Seven more minutes and you would be able to go home. If Jonah was on time though.

Just moments later, Jonah entered the door. “Y/n, hey. How are we?” The young man asks, interrupting your thoughts. “Jonah! Thank god you’re finally here!” You exclaimed, seeing your friend. “Whoa, calm your tits. What happened?” He asked, sensing the change in your usually calm character.

“Jonah, you won’t believe what just happened!” You replied and walked over to him from behind the counter. He placed his black backpack onto one of the tables, after closing the door and turning the ‘open’ sign around now showing ‘closed’.

He gave you a quick hug. “Tell me.” He offers while fixing his black beanie, matching his plain black tee. “Sit down.” You ordered, pointing to a chair close to the counter. Jonah pulled the chair over and then sat down. “So, what did happen to you, that I have to sit down for to get you to tell me?” He asks, rubbing his hands over his thighs, covered with blue jeans.

“Okay, so you know how I scribble onto the napkins when I’m bored?” You asked, not wanting to give away too much right from the start. Jonah nodded. “Yeah, but what has that to do with what happened?” He asks and you wave it off. “Just… wait.”

“So, as I was saying, I scribbled onto another napkin and wrote this poem from J. Iron word onto it it was something like ‘Let's run away and watch the stars.’ then I drew a little caterpillar with a little saxophone on it too. Then someone came in, she was small and had something familiar, though I didn’t quite know what yet. So I placed the napkin next to all the others. When she ordered the voice sounded familiar too and I was thinking about where I knew it from. I made her coffee and then when I turned around, she had taken off her sunglasses and you’ll never guess who it was!” You started telling your story, Jonah listening closely to your words.

“Who was it?!” He almost screamed, making you chuckle. “It was… Lady freaking Gaga!”

“No way!” The curly-haired boy exclaimed, his eyes going wide. “If I tell you, it was her!”

“What happened then?” Jonah asked, eager to hear how the story went on. “I tried to keep my cool, which hopefully worked because if it didn’t, I would’ve made a complete fool out of myself.” You went on with your explanation.

“You know I never believed in all the ‘love at the first sight, you feel sparks when you meet them’ thing, right. But let me tell you, when I handed her the coffee and our hands touched for like a millisecond, I felt this spark thing! And I was like ‘what is this?! Is that what all the hype is about?’ and for me, it was. Then she exited the shop and that was when I realized I accidentally gave her my doodled napkin!”

Jonah was completely lost. He couldn’t quite get over the fact that you had met Lady Gaga. He was a really big fan, he had framed pictures put on all walls when he used to live with his parents. When he moved in with Ashton, his boyfriend, though, the pictures had to stay back at his parent’s house.

You were a big fan too. You owned every record there was ever since ‘Just Dance’ came onto the radio. When ‘Joanne’ came out in 2016, you even got a vinyl record, not even owning a record player to be able to listen to it.

“So what am I gonna do now? I mean I gave her a napkin with some kind of a fucking love poem!” You spoke to Jonah, needing a piece of advice from your best friend. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!” You added, desperately in need of a good advice.

“Well, what about if she comes in again, you tell her it was an accident?” Jonah suggests, raising one hand, giving his suggestion the certain something.

“And make a fool out of myself in front of her. I mean she is Lady freaking Gaga! If it was just some other random customer, I wouldn’t give a damn about it, because I don’t really know them. But she’s famous! That’s a completely different thing!” You said, still thinking about what you would do if she came in another time.

“How about you just put another scribbled napkin to her coffee when she comes in again?” Jonah asks, trying to give you an at least passable advice.

“Yeah! That’s it!” You exclaimed. It was a silly idea. Gaga would probably get it, but you didn’t think of that. You just thought it was a nice thing.

You cached up with Jonah for some more minutes, before heading off. You got your food at a nearby food truck and then walked home.

When you arrived at your apartment building, you saw one of your older neighbors and helped them to carry their groceries upstairs. “Thank you, Y/n. You’re one of a kind.” Mr. Adams said once you reached his apartment. “Really, Mr. Adams. It’s nothing.” You assured him and after saying your goodbyes, you headed to your apartment.

You just planned on going to the gym for today, nothing special at all. You had to work tomorrow in the afternoon, covering a shift for your co-worker, Alex, who had caught a stomach virus and couldn’t come to work.

Your evening was like always. After coming home from the gym, covered in a thin layer of sweat, you took a shower and then watched TV, while having dinner and cuddling with Arthur.

The next day you woke up in your bed, Arthur laying on your chest. “Come on, boy. You’re not exactly the lightest.” You speak to the cat that just blankly stared at you in response, not giving a fuck about what you just said to him.

“Okay, Arthur, king of Camelot.” You joked. “I really have to get up.” You told your cat, that still didn’t move.

“Okay, in that case.” You said and lifted the cat up from your body and placed it on the floor next to the bed. He just looked at you as if to say ‘really?’. You bent down to pet him one last time, before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

You grabbed something to wear from your closet and then headed to the bathroom. You quickly changed, throwing on the black ripped jeans and the white tee you grabbed from the wardrobe earlier, the black sports bra you wore slightly visible through the thin white fabric. After brushing your teeth and combing your hair, you walked back into your bedroom, grabbing your rings, metal bracelets, and necklaces from your nightstand, before grabbing some sunglasses and a beanie.

You took a quick glance at your phone to see how much time you had left until you had to head off for work. It was almost one pm so you had about an hour until you had to be at work. By now you were quite hungry, to say the least, so you made a sandwich for yourself. You would get something warm for dinner after you were done with work. The shift you covered was only two and a half hours anyway.

You packed your backpack and slipped on your Vans so so you were ready to head off.

Locking the door behind you, you left your apartment and walked out of the building. You took your time walking to the coffee shop, admiring Manhattan’s beauty.

You arrived at the coffee shop about ten minutes before your shift started. You told your other co-worker that they could head off if they wanted to and they eventually did.

You threw the apron on, improperly as always, and leaned against the counter, doodling on a napkin once again. If Gaga decided to come into the coffee shop again, you would decide if you were going to give it to her or not.

‘I hope whoever gets to call you baby, loves you like a queen.’

You had no idea how you just wrote down another loveish poem but you decided to just leave it like this. Today the doodle under the poem was a little cat wearing sunglasses. It was simple. Just cat outlines and sunglasses. You decided to add the sunglasses later on when the sunglasses Gaga wore the day before crossed your mind once again.

You had some customers here and there, distracting you from the thing that immediately was on your mind when you were alone. Her.

By now it was just twenty more minutes until you would close the shop for today.

There was no customer to be seen, so you started doing the dishes. There were only a few people who actually sat down in the coffee shop and had a coffee with some cake, so there really wasn’t much to clean up.

You threw one of these little dish-dying towels over your shoulder, while you cleaned the cups. The shop was quiet. No people were chatting, not even the sound of the coffee machine. Just the sound of water splashing in the sink. That was something you didn’t quite like. It made you feel… lonely. Constantly reminding you that you didn’t have anyone.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and started playing some music. It was less boring doing the dishes while the music was on, the playful dancing and singing would make it at least a little more fun.

So here you were, another Lady Gaga playlist playing on your phone, while you dried off the cups and small plates. Getting a little lost in your dance movements, you managed to drop a cup, making the thing break into small pieces as it hit the ground. “Kurwa!” You cursed to yourself, the polish language coming to show in your voice. Your family was mostly polish, so you were quite fluent. And with being fluent come all the curse words.

You quickly grabbed a dustpan and crouched down, carefully getting the porcelain pieces. The doorbell goes, signaling to you that someone had entered. “Just one second!” You informed them, finishing your job on the floor and then quickly putting the porcelain pieces in the bin. You lifted yourself up, facing the new customer.

Today she was wearing gym tights and an oversized black tee with some of the main Disney villains printed on the front. The sunglasses differed from the ones she wore yesterday and rested on her head almost as if she was wearing a crown. She wore trainers instead of heels, making her appear smaller than the prior day when she used to wear heels. It gave off more chilly vibes than the fit from yesterday did.

“Hey!” You greeted Gaga. “What can I do for you?” You added, smiling under your mask. The woman’s eyes flickered to the small towel that still rested on your shoulders and then back to your eyes. She smiled back and you could have sworn that she was biting her lip under that mask at this very moment.

“Hey. I’d like a regular coffee with milk, please. Medium.” She spoke with her signature soft yet raspy voice.”Oh, and sugar, please.” She added a split second later. “Sure.” You smiled and turned around to start working on her order.

The moment you turned around, you took a deep breath. There was silence again, which made you notice that your Lady Gaga playlist was still playing ‘Shit’ You thought.

You hoped for the coffee machine to be loud enough to over-tune the songs so that Gaga wouldn’t notice. And it worked. She either didn’t hear it or just simply left it if she did. You pressed some buttons and the machine started working. You turned around. “Can I get you anything else?” You offered, referring to the loads of cake that were left from this day.

The woman didn’t answer right away. You found her to be watching you, which made you smile to yourself. Was she checking you out?

“Huh? Uh, yes. Uhm Can you get me a piece of that cake, please?” She replied after about two seconds, being pulled out of her trance. It was obvious to you that she knew you caught her. Her finger pointed to some chocolate cake.

“Good choice.” You commented.

By now the coffee was ready and after you packed the piece of chocolate cake, you grabbed the coffee. Now it was time for you to decide. You took a deep breath and grabbed the napkin. You knew it was the right choice.

Along with the cup of hot coffee, you placed one of these plastic forks on top of the packed cake. You tried to convince your boss more than once that those were bad for the environment but there simply weren’t any other options.

“Oh no, baby. My fingers will do.” Gaga said, probably very aware of how it sounded and would affect you. You could almost hear the smirk in her voice that was hiding under that plain white mask of hers.

You didn’t know what to reply to that. You were simply left speechless. “Cat got your tongue?” She teased. You were still silent. She placed some money on the counter. It sure was too much for her order but that didn’t seem to bother her, as she left the shop seconds later, shooting you yet another wink, before walking out of the door, leaving the plastic fork untouched on the counter, next to the money.

This game continued for about a week. She would come to the coffee shop, and you would make coffee for her and scribble little poems on napkins for her. She sometimes dropped those little innocent-seeming, ambiguous one-liners that made you blush. You didn’t know how she found out your schedule because she only came in on your shifts and none of your co-workers.

One day you managed to catch her smile down at another scribbled napkin after she left the shop. She had looked around first, seeing if there was anyone who could catch her smiling at a stupid napkin. And once she deemed the situation safe, she would look at the napkin, reading the poem. On this day you wrote: ‘She’s a lady but ‘fuck’ is her favorite curse word.’.

When she read that she couldn’t help but chuckle a little and shake her head because ‘fuck’ indeed happened to be her favorite curse word. And if it wasn’t before, it would be from now on.

She would have lied to herself if she said she found you attractive. Your toned arms caught her eye right the first day she came to the shop. Also, the towel that you had just simply thrown over your shoulder the other day, made her check you out a little more visible to people if they were watching the scene.

She also thought that the poems had something insanely romantic and intimate about them.

You just finished your shift and were about to lock the door and call it a day, when you dropped your keys. “Kurwa mać!” You curse. ‘Shit’ you thought. ‘I really need to get this swearing under control.’

You quickly leaned down to grab the keys. Once you stood back up, you noticed a presence behind you. You tried to ignore it while you locked the door but the fact that you exactly knew who was standing behind you made not turning around hard to resist.

“Oh, baby, we both know that you noticed me.” You heard her husky voice addressing you, once again you could hear the smirk in her voice like the many times you did when she dropped those rather filthy comments in your presence at the coffee shop.

You chuckled. “Guess who decided to show up.” You teased back, smirking yourself. You turned around. “You already knew that I was gonna show up sooner or later.”

You looked her up and down, taking in all the details from the black sunglasses, over the short, white tee she wore, that barely covered anything lower than the black bra she wore under it and the light blue jeans to the pink heels. You couldn’t help but bite your lip.

Her face wasn’t covered with a mask as it was when she came into the shop. Her face was even more beautiful than you would have expected. No picture that you had ever seen was able to capture the beauty captured in the woman.

“I missed my train.” She excused herself when you didn’t answer anything. “I almost thought I wouldn’t get to see you today.” There was an almost sad expression on her face.

“Well, maybe I have something to brighten up your day.” You spoke and reached for your back pocket, pulling out a napkin. You held your hand close to you, wanting Gaga to step closer in order to grab it. And she did.

She took a step closer to you, her feet only inches away from yours, as she glanced up at you, looking you in the eye. She took off the sunglasses, revealing her hazel eyes locking with your y/e/c ones. She then glanced down at the napkin and read the words written onto it.

"'The moon and I agree, that you are the most beautiful thing we have ever seen.'” She whispered, looking back up at you.

That was when something in your mind clicked. This was the moment.

You slowly leaned down until your lips were almost touching. Her lips were slightly parted, and two of her front teeth were slightly visible. You hesitated for a second, pulling back millimeters and then deciding to just go for it. What was the worst thing that could happen?

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by the smaller blonde closing the small gap between your lips, crashing her lips into yours, one hand grabbing your waist.

This action took you by surprise but you soon melted into the kiss, placing the hand that wasn’t holding the napkin on her cheek. She soon moved the hand that settled on your waist to your chest, pushing you back one step, pushing you against the door you locked just moments ago.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach go wild and smiled into the kiss. So this was what it was supposed to feel like. And it felt hella right.

[cottoncandy-cult]

New Kind Of Home Pt 2

Zelman Clock X Fledgling! Reader

(Y/n) giggled from where she sat in her room, she was a fledgling black blood that had recently joined the "darkness" of the special zone. She lived in Zelman Clock's manor; she was one of the few maids who took care of the east wing of the second floor. This had been Zelman's wing, which thankfully meant it didn't get near as messy as some of the other areas since Zelman himself wasn't innately messy. Like the other maids she was paid nicely, so she often spent her money on food and her hobbies. One thing she had become really taken with was making candles, sure there were all kinds of things she could do in this day and age but candle making had just really caught her eye. She loved getting to pick the scents and make the designs, she even had a little shop online to sell her creations. Of course, everyone knew about her hobby, at any kind of gift giving event she often made custom candles for the people she was close to. Currently she was sat on her bed, a sketch pad on her lap as she doodled some ideas for some new candle designs. Though she was quick to put down her pencil when a knock at the door caught her attention, she looked up in the direction of the sound as she sat up straight. "Come in." She tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow as she saw her boss come in. "Hey there, Sayuka said you missed lunch, so I came to check on you." He stepped into the room, his hands in his pockets as he glanced around. Despite being seen as a villain by some, Zelman paid attention to those who served under him and took great care of them.

"Sorry, I got hit with some inspiration and lost track of time." The young woman sat the sketch pad to the side, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. "You can sit down if you like Sir." She smiled sweetly as the red-haired old blood chuckled, moving to sit in the chair at her desk. "So, what kind of candles are you making this time? Those cupcake candles you did for Jura's birthday were pretty popular." Zelman leaned forward, peaking at her sketch pad. Something she happily passed to him, (Y/n) loved getting to talk about her creations. "I wanna do some pie themed candles, I was thinking of doing 3 kinds. Apple and cinnamon, Peach and Vanilla, and Mixed berry. I was gonna keep the design simple, layer 3 different colors each." She pointed to the designs, explaining her thoughts as she indicated to the colored layers of each candle drawing. "I see, simple and classic is always appreciated. I think the Peach one sounds best though, so make sure you make an extra for me, ok?" He had winked at the woman, not oblivious to her blush as she nodded her head quickly. "Of course, if you ever have any requests let me know. I like getting to make personalize candles."

The young woman scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, trying to talk away her flustered cheeks. "I'll keep that in mind, I'm sure you've noticed I always have a candle burning in my favorite rooms. So, it would be nice to get something personally made for me, having it be one of your products just makes it all the better." His words had (H/c) female stuttering and stumbling over her words, something that stopped with a squeak when one of Zelman's large hands gently cradled her cheek. He stared into her eyes, his grin never faltering. "Just as I thought, you're even cuter when you're flustered." His thumb stroked her cheek, and in her flustered state all she could think to do was hide her face. So, she turned it into his palm, closing her eyes as she listened to Zelman chuckle. "Would you like to have lunch with me (Y/n)? A new restaurant opened in the old sector, so I was going to check it out." He slowly sat back, removing his hand as she had finally met his gaze once more. "S-sure, I've finished writing down my ideas anyways…" She bit her lip, her hand fiddling with the pencil that sat on her bed. "Let me get ready first, I don't wanna go out in public in my maid outfit. That would draw so much attention." She blushed darker at the thought, having made the mistake of doing it once and there wasn't a single person that WASN'T looking at her. Though her words made Zelman laugh, nodding his head. "Understandable, I'll be waiting in the common room downstairs. Meet me down there when you're ready." He winked at her again just to see her flustered face once more, then moved to stand and exit the room. Once that door closed behind him (Y/n) flopped back on her bed, her hands resting over her racing heart as she took several deep breaths. She wasn't oblivious to how attractive her boss was, the other female workers were often desperate for his attention and fawned over the older male. She didn't want to get ahead of herself, despite his behavior she didn't want to assume this was a date and embarrass herself later by saying the wrong things.

Though she didn't spend long like this, after all he was waiting on her regardless of the reason why they would be sharing this meal. It didn't take long for (Y/n) to get changed, she didn't do anything too fancy. A simple (F/c) sundress with some black tights and a pair of flats, she had worn a few bracelets around one wrist and a chain necklace that had a red jewel which rested against her collarbone. Her footsteps were quick but quiet, not wanting to seem desperate or accidentally trip in front of him. Before she entered the common room, (Y/n) came to a stop and took a moment to brush out the skirt of her dress and adjust the top to make sure it was settled comfortably but nicely. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting Sir." She entered the room with a shy smile, he had changed as well into something a little less recognizable for him. Leaving his beanie off he had brushed out his hair, settling on wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Despite the relaxed look, he still brought color to her cheeks at the sight. "Not at all, I actually just set down before you arrived." He moved to stand, approaching her with his hands in his pockets. He stood close to her, offering her a fanged smile as his cologne engulfed her. "You ready to head out? I was checking the reviews, and this place is supposed to have some pretty good grilled food." He offers her his arm, grinning at her darkening blush while she slipped her arm within his own and nodded.

All she could do was swallow quietly; afraid she'd stumble over her words if she tried to speak in that moment. She took a slow breath, looking up at him as calmly as she could. "Thanks for inviting me, it's been a while since I've gone somewhere new to eat." She looked away from him after that statement as they made their way out the door, causing the old blood to chuckle and hold his head high. "It's no fun to try something new alone, besides you always make for interesting company." His bold words made her heart flutter, she had to focus on her breathing a moment as she looked up at him once more. "I enjoy your company as well, Cayne and Sei can be somewhat intimidating so I'm glad it's you I work under." This made Zelman chuckle, his head tilting as he gave her a fond look. "I'm glad you're so comfortable with me, I'd hate to think I scare you. I'm glad Sayuka brought you to my home, as a fledgling I can imagine it was quite lonely coming to the special zone on your own." His words held an understanding tone, Zelman had seen many people come and go within the special zone and within his domain. Most of those that came on their own found themselves feeling lost, the special zone was a big place and could be a little hard to get used to.

"I will admit it was overwhelming, I was beyond lost in the city and if it wasn't for Sayuka I'm not sure I would have found a place to live that night. I was a bit scared at first, I wasn't really sure what I should be doing but you made it easy for me being so naturally organized." She smiled softly at the thought as she stared ahead, she had been so afraid at first. But she had been given ample patience to get adjusted to her new life. "You reminded me of a kitten when you were first brought back, soaked in the rain and jumping at every noise. It was pretty cute, I felt bad for your cause you looked so out of place. So, I had you placed in my personal wing since I figured it would be low maintenance and easier for you to adjust to. I meant to adjust your duties once you had got used to the place, but there was no real need for it and since I needed someone to clean my wing anyways, I decided to just let you stay where you were. Plus, I got used to seeing you in the mornings on my way to breakfast. It was a nice routine, and I wasn't ready to give it up yet, I know you aren't a morning person but watching you sleepily waddle down the halls just makes my day." He chuckled as he looked to her, seeing the way her cheeks flushed as she looked into his eyes made his own still heart beat once more. "You aren't wrong, I hate being awake early but the sooner I get my chores done the sooner I can read or work on my hobbies." She turned her head to the side, subconsciously leaning into his side and not noticing til his arm slipped out of hers and wrapped around her waist. It left her flustered at first, though she had soon melted into his side as she took comfort in his presence despite how he made her heart race uncontrollably.

"You know, I'd like to spend more time with you if you're up to it. I'd love to see how you make your candles, if that's ok." He smiled down at her, one of his pointed fangs visible as they walked together. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she hoped it made it harder for him to see her face directly. "I wouldn't mind, no one's ever asked to see how I do it before. Maybe you can help me design a candle, you know pick out the colors and smells and stuff…" She bit her lip, fighting the urge to meet his gaze which she could feel focus on her. "Alright, it's a date then." He winked at her when she looked at him in shock over his wording, causing him to give into his urge and press a kiss to her cheek before watching her brain short circuit. They slowed to a stop as she stared at him as if he just laid the stars at her feet. Releasing her side he took her hand, raising an eyebrow as he pressed another more gentlemanly kiss on her knuckles and kick start her brain once more causing her to stumble over various words before giving up and hanging her head while hiding her face with her hand. He loved her reactions; it made him want to smother her with affection until she was a flustered mess. For now though, he held back, lacing his fingers with her own as he led the way to the restaurant for their planned lunch.