#messy sketched turned into me playing around with lighting

[carpetbug]

wdym this wasn’t how that one scene in the special went? i remember it very clearly 🤨

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: waxplay

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

wc: 2k

waxplay: a form of temperature play in which wax from a candle is dripped onto a person's naked skin

You were incredibly lucky to have a boyfriend like Hyunjin. He was sweet, funny, talented, such a gentleman - and completely and utterly infatuated with you. The two of you could be in a room full of people, and his eyes would be fixated directly on you the whole time. Most of your time together was spent with Hyunjin either attached to your hip, or gazing at you in adoration.

Most of the time.

You were currently lounging on his bed, while he sat across the room from you, painting at his easel. You couldn't complain, really - he gave you almost unlimited amounts of attention. It was okay that he wasn't focused on you at that moment. Or it would be okay, if you weren't unbearably horny.

Just seeing him sitting there, examining his sketch the way he'd examined your naked body so many times before… it did something to you. The room was dimly lit, with a string of fairy lights and a candle providing all of the illumination, save for a lamp pointed directly at a Hyunjin's canvas. The warm light was making him look positively angelic. His skin was glowing. He was shirtless, and you couldn't stop your eyes from exploring the planes of his neck, his shoulders, collarbones, pecs, stomach.

His hair was tied up in a messy bun at the base of his neck, though a few strands had fallen loose, which he'd tucked behind his ears. His eyebrows were furrowed gently, the cogs in his brain whirring away as he worked.

He was so fucking beautiful. You needed him.

"How's it coming along, baby?" you asked.

"Mm," he made a noise of affirmation. "Good so far."

You could usually tell his levels of engagement by how in-depth his responses were. A long ramble about the colour pallette, the shading, the linework? That meant he was still in the realm of the living. "Mm, good so far"? Yeah, he was gone. You might be in his peripheral vision, but on a conscious level, the only things in existence are himself, his paints, and the canvas.

You were going to have to work hard.

Hyunjin's face was barely an inch away from the canvas, and he didn't even look up at the quiet rustling sounds of you removing your clothes. You wondered if he even heard, or if his brain filtered the disturbance out.

"What’s your very favourite thing to paint, Hyunjin?" you asked, settling back on his bed, now naked.

"I like painting lots of things," he murmured, still not looking over at you. "I like painting you."

"You like painting me?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "My beauty."

This made you beam. Disengaged as he was at the moment, you knew he truly meant it.

"Paint me now," you suggested.

"I can do another painting of you next," he compromised.

"Fine. Paint on me now."

Ah. You'd piqued his interest with this line. He turned around, eyebrow raised in question, before he saw you. Completely naked, lounging on his bed, paint me like one of your French girls style. His mouth fell open, his eyes scanning your body.

You waited for him to speak. And waited… and waited.

"I don't know if these paints are skin-friendly."

You snorted. What a Hyunjin response. Your comfort and safety is always paramount with him. "Okay, then. Don't use paint. Use…" You pointed to the candle on the side table. "That."

He looked to the candle. Then back to you. "I don't know if the wax is skin-friendly."

"Hyunjin."

"It could burn you, honey! I don't know much about that stuff-"

"It'll be fine. Promise. Plus, isn't burning me the whole point?"

He looked at you, straightfaced. "A little burn, maybe. Scalding your skin straight off? No."

You rolled your eyes. "C'mon, Hyun. It's gonna be fine. I know you wanna try this - I can see it in your eyes."

Hyunjin sighed. "Fine. Let me get a clean brush, okay?"

"Okay!" you said with a grin, laying on your back and waiting for him to prepare.

Moments later, he climbed onto the bed, straddling you. Hard already, you mused, feeling his bulge press against your crotch. Unsurprising. He always was quick to excite, when you were involved.

He had the candle in one hand, a clean paintbrush in the other, and an excited look in his eye. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

You nodded up at him, almost trembling with anticipation. You could smell the candle, black cherry scented, and could feel the warmth from the flame. Hyunjin dipped the paintbrush into the hot wax, and brought it down to your skin.

Oh. It was hot, but not as scalding as you thought it would be. Not as painful as you had been fearing - or hoping? You felt a slight burn, but nothing that made you leap up in agony. No, it made your skin tingle. It made your clit throb, your pussy tense. It was good.

Hyunjin was looking at you, rather than his artwork, his eyes staring deeply into your own. "That okay?"

You nodded. "More."

He repeated the motion. Dipped the paintbrush into the wax, and smeared it across your skin in one long, delicate brushstroke. You exhaled heavily. The only thing on your mind was the sensation of the wax - the hardening wax, which was beginning to cool, and the fresh, hot, wet wax, melting into your skin, into your very core.

You loved to watch your man paint. You loved it even more when you were acting as his canvas. Having his full attention on you, on your body, was dizzying. You felt electric.

He was clearly working on something, you could tell this from the careful deliberation of his brushstrokes across your stomach. He was getting into the zone, making you his masterpiece. But, in all honesty, you didn't give a fuck about the art. That wasn't something you'd ever thought before, not about Hyunjin's work at least, but the hot wax coating your skin was making you positively delirious with sheer arousal. You wanted more, needed more.

"More?" he asked. Oh. Had you said that out loud?

"Feels so good, Hyune," you whined.

"I don't know how I can give you more - do you want me to pour it straight on? That might hurt…" He frowned, considering this.

"Don't care!" you insisted. "Want it to hurt. Please."

He considered it for a moment. "Alright. But let me know if it's too much, okay? I'll wipe it off straight away." You nodded quickly in agreement.

Slowly, teasingly, Hyunjin titled the candle over your body. The first red drop landed in the centre of your abdomen. It felt white-hot in the best possible way.

Another drop, slightly more substantial. You saw stars behind your eyes.

Another one, a slow pour. The scent was overwhelming your senses now, thick, rich, fruity. It was everywhere, yet you couldn't get enough.

"Hyun-"

"Yeah?" he asked, at attention within an instant.

"Tits - on my tits, please."

Hyunjin followed your command. Slowly, he titled the candle, letting a slow trail of wax dribble across your chest. It felt like molten lava, spilling across your curves, down the slope of your breasts, covering you, painting your skin scarlet.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"More than okay," you confirmed. "Why the fuck did we never think of trying this before?"

Hyunjin smiled down at you sweetly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, baby."

He was enjoying it too, from what you could feel grinding into your pubic mound. Your fingers went to his waistband, tugging at it, and he followed your cues, knowing exactly what you were after. He reached into his trousers, pulling down the waistband and lifting his dick and balls out over it. You sighed happily, grasping his dick gently and lazily stroking it as you lay beneath him, absorbing the sensation.

The weight of his dick in your hands, the hardened wax pulling at your skin, the heat of the fresh wax. The scent. Your boyfriend above you, looking like an angel. It was all tipping you over the edge. You couldn't help but moan out loud.

Hyunjin was getting distracted, you could tell. His cock was twitching in your grasp repeatedly, his hips stuttering along with your strokes. A lot of the time, he was very good at holding back his own pleasure while he tended to you. Other times, not so much. And who could blame him, with the excitement of trying something so new and sexy?

"Feels so good, Hyunjin," you told him earnestly. "Do you wanna feel too?"

He paused, looking up at you. "Hm? Me?"

"Only if you want to… I'm just thinking about how pretty your dick would look, with wax dripped all over it.

"Oh."

"Oh?" you asked.

"Oh."

He liked that idea.

"Not just yet. Wait til I'm - wait til I'm closer. Wanna see if it can push me over the edge." Hyunjin's cheeks were dusted with pink.

Get Hyunjin closer to the edge? If there was anything you could do, it was that. You swiped your thumb over the tip of his dick, gathering the precum that had leaked out of his slit and using it to slick up his shaft. You stroked with more fervour, quickly, tightening your grasp just the way he liked it.

He sighed, running his spare hand through his hair, casting back the strands that had fallen loose of his hair tie. He bit down on his lip hard, stifling a whimper. If you knew that noise (which you did, quite well) it meant that he wasn't too far off.

"Oh - baby, I'm - hold it for me, yeah?"

You nodded and did as he asked, holding his cock steady. He moved slowly, just as he had with you, allowing just a single droplet of wax drip onto the base of his shaft, letting out a strangled moan as he did so.

"How does it feel?" you asked, captivated by his reactions.

He looked up from his dick to meet your gaze, and you noted the tears in his eyes. "Hot. Good."

"More, baby."

He did so, letting another drop fall. It rolled down the length of his shaft, and he cried out. Another drop, bigger again. Bravely, he made one long, smooth pour, right along his member. He hissed at the feeling, the pace of his breaths picking up.

It was a fucking gorgeous sight. His long, beautiful dick, decorated as always with light purple veins, and tonight with deep red wax. It was hot within your hold, twitching relentlessly at the brand new sensations.

"Doing so well, baby," you coaxed him, giving his dick just the gentlest squeeze in your grasp.

He angled the candle over his tip, letting a single drop fall onto his exposed head. He yelped at this, a sensation so strong you felt you could barely imagine it. Merely a second later, his cock began to pulsate, once, twice, and on the third time, a single rope spurted onto your tummy. He erupted, cumming hard and heavily, painting over the red wax with hot, white cum.

"There you go, baby," you encouraged him through his climax. "So much cum, such a pretty dick."

He sat back with a long exhale, catching his breath. "That was nice."

You giggled at the understatement. "Yeah. Nice."

Hyunjin was grinning, the smile reaching his eyes. "Look at our art. We made that together."

You looked down at your torso. It was lovely, in a strange, artistic way.

"It looks like a sunset," he claimed. You wouldn't go that far - it was more like a red sea splashed with white - but it was very nice.

"Let's clean up, yeah?"

Hyunjin gasped. "No. Let me take some pictures first."

You were very used to this; you knew the drill. Hyunjin had been into erotic photography for a few months now, and it had become a regular aspect of your bedroom activities.

"Okay," he said, sounding satisfied after a few minutes of clicking photographs. "Let's go shower. And then… I'm finished painting for tonight. Back to bed and we can make love some more?"

You beamed up at him. "Sounds good to me."

[toxicanonymity]

night walks 2

1.9k | NSFW | older neighbor!Joel x fem!Reader

night walks 1 or can read alone. night walks master list

After having his way with you in his basement, your creepy neighbor is convinced you'll be back for more. When you're not back soon enough, he takes matters into his own hands. You can barely see the silhouette of Joel Miller's messy hair in the shadows. . . He gently takes the keys from your hand. "You're not gonna need these for a minute, are you now?"

content warnings: nsfw 18+, creepy!perv!dark!joel, drugs, possible dosing, dubcon/noncon, unsafe PIV sex, light dirty talk, light stalking, age gap (unspecified), semi-public, no outbreak.

Joel Miller might be a good fuck, but he's such a creep that your wits win out over your want, and you start to distance yourself from him.  You wear earbuds when you walk and pretend you don’t see him.  

One night, you feel the slow squeeze of his massive palm on your ass before you hear or see him.  You tell him to get lost.  He raises his hands in surrender and says, "alright, I won't hold it against you."  You look him dead in the eye, not wanting to show any sign of weakness.  He looks you up and down and adds, "now, if you want me to hold something else against you. . ."  You walk away.   "You know where to find me,"  he concludes.  You quicken your pace.  He stands there and watches you walk away for what feels like forever, but you never turn around to find out.

He creeps into your fantasies more often than you'd like.  It shouldn't turn you on the way he tricked you into his basement then locked you in and had his way with you.  But you marvel at his determination and urgency in getting into your pants. He was so sure of everything.  Never hesitated.  He never for a second doubted it would happen.  He was always going to make it happen.  

Joel keeps his distance for the next few days, but you always feel uneasy when you pass his house.  Truth is, you're less concerned about what he might do and more worried about yourself.  A pang of desire shoots through you whenever you see the side entrance to his basement.  As the days go on, you find yourself excusing his behavior.  He knew you wanted him, he could tell.  You could have fought back.  At this point, when you catch yourself playing Joel apologist, you stop your night walks altogether to minimize temptation. 

-

Instead of taking a walk around the block to get high, you start lighting up in your side yard after your aunt has gone to bed.  You have a camp chair outside your door to the basement.  

One night, the first night your aunt is out of town, you get home late and your camp chair is gone.  You stand there looking around.  You hear the flick of a lighter, then smell weed. You can barely see smoke billow out from under the willow tree, and you can just barely see the silhouette of Joel Miller's messy hair in the shadows. You hit the switch by the door to turn on a dim, flickering light. He's leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. More muscular than you remember.   

“Thought I might find ya here," he says. 

You scoff. “Where I live?”

“Got a new strain.  You gotta try it.” He stretches and relaxes back into the chair, extending one leg, rubbing his upper thigh, and letting his hand come to rest right at his package.  

“Oh yeah? How many girls you buyin' weed from in your sketch-ass basement?”

“Just you, pumpkin." He looks at the joint in his hand and exhales. "This was contactless pick-up."  He chuckles to himself.  "C’mon, hit this. . . one time, one little puff. . . then you can tell me to leave.”

"Really?"

"Yup. . . Just wanted to say hi, make sure we’re good." 

You turn and look at him skeptically as he puts his hands on his knees and stands up.  He's wearing a white t-shirt that stretches over his chest and barely contains his arms.  His PJ pants leave little to the imagination. You already know what's beneath them, but you don't need the reminder.  The silver in his beard glistens as he smirks at you checking him out.

"Oooh, there's my bad girl."  His voice is so gruff and low when he says that.  You flush and swallow.  Shit.

You turn away again, half facing the door, and shift your weight impatiently.  You don't want to open the door while he's there.  Best case scenario, he leaves.  He holds the joint between two fingers and takes his time creeping up behind you. You smell his sweat and get weak in the knees.  To hell with it, you were going to smoke anyway.  Saves you the trouble of rolling one.

Joel hovers over your shoulder as he raises the joint to your mouth. You close your lips around it, inhale, and hold. He looks from your eyes to your mouth and back.  Then, his hand directs your chin toward him, his lips lay loosely into yours, and he takes your breath as you exhale.  Your nipples harden and you ache with an unwanted need.  He pinches the joint out and tucks it behind his ear.  

You wait a few seconds, only getting wetter as his suspicious weed takes effect.  Then, you tell him, "Okay, you can leave now." 

Instead, he wraps around you from behind, and it feels far too good.  His large hands on your breasts and hips send butterflies to your stomach and downward.

You protest, "You said you'd-"

“Said you could tell me to leave, didn’t say I’d listen.” 

“Well, listen.”  You sigh.  "Please."

His strong arms slowly slither around you.  You stand completely still as he slips a veiny, masculine hand into the waistband of your joggers.  He inhales your neck and slowly caresses your lower stomach.  You squirm in discomfort and he twitches against you through his pants, sending a pang of desire through yours.  Then, his hand slides further down your skin, hooking between your legs, and his other hand creeps under your shirt and bra to cup a breast.   His thick cock rapidly hardens against you and he grunts softly.

You're wet and throbbing. 

"I am listenin’, sugar.  I'm still listenin' to those sounds you made with me inside you."  Your cheeks burn as his thick digits glide along your dripping seam. "Shoot, I'm listenin' to your body right now." 

He takes two shiny fingers out of your pants and holds them up in the flickering light as if you don't already know what his depravity does to you.   He separates his fingers, observes the clear string between them, then sucks them, closing his eyes with an "Mmm." 

He reaches around you for the door knob, but you intercept him. You're not going to unlock it. 

"Alright,” he says. “You don't have to let me in."  He grazes the nape of your neck with his nose, then his lips.  When he plants his lips on the side of your neck, you softly gasp.  He gently takes your keys out of your hand.  "You're not gonna need these for a minute, are you now?"  He sticks your house key into the lock and leaves them hanging there, a visual reminder that he'll do what he wants.  Desire floods your body.  

-

Your lips part but you can't form words.  He crowds you up against the door and frees his hard cock from his pants then slides it under your shirt, resting warmly on your bare back while he tugs down your joggers.  He flattens three fingers and glides through your folds to your clit again. You moan softly despite your best efforts.   

“Damn right,” he says under his breath.  He pulls your pants down a little more,  then spreads your legs with his knee.  He backs up a couple of inches before his torso meets yours again, and the swollen head of his cock prods between your legs.  Your hips automatically tilt before you can stop them. 

“Attagirl," he whispers. "I know you missed this cock.” 

He bends his knees and nudges the tip inside your entrance, lining it up just right, then plunges up into you, grunting into your hair.  You gasp and he moans in relief as his girth parts your core.  

“Tight fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes, his rock-hard cock resting all the way inside you for a moment. 

He retreats slightly.   Mouth against your ear, he whispers almost angrily, “Yeah, you want this cock,” then thrusts his full length into you again, his momentum sending you to your tiptoes and flattening your tits against the door.  He keeps filling you to the brim, and each time, the tension coils tighter within you.  Each time,  it’s harder not to moan obscenely, but you won't give him that satisfaction.  Each time, the keys jingle in the door, taunting you.

A car comes down the street and slows down in front of your house.  Your heart races.   You quickly turn off the lightswitch, and it hits you that, Jesus, in your futile effort not to fuck him, you’re getting railed against the outside of the house.  You relent.  You lean back against him and he stills inside you, with his hands on your hips.  You unlock and open the door. He slides out of you and you judge yourself for the emptiness you feel.  The air is cold against your dripping seam.  You only barely pull up your joggers.  

-

You hardly take one step inside before he shuts the door and pins you up against it, face to face. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot,” he growls as he hikes your shirt and bra over your tits, his hard cock digging into your needy front.  

He pulls down your pants again.  He lifts one of your legs up and it hooks behind him as he positions himself at your warm, wet hole.  Then, his stiff cock invades you.  As his girth fills you up, you forget not to moan.  Your face heats up and you close your eyes, unable to face him.  

You have one foot planted on the ground and one leg wrapped loosely around him, held up by his hand, and he's fucking you against the door, hitting just the right spot inside you.  You try not to show it, but it’s all over your face - you’re getting close. 

“Yeah, come on this cock.” He plunges into you violently, then stays there, rolling his hips in short strokes, grinding into your clit, thrusting just enough to maintain friction inside and outside at the same time, driving you mad.  

“Come for me, baby.” 

A reluctant, ragged moan falls out of your mouth.  You flatten your back and hands against the door as you come, and he thrusts into you harder with a grunt.  

He breathes, “Fuck yeah, baby,” and slams into you.  You feel him pulse and say, “wait, no,”  not wanting his cum inside you.  He  pulls out just slightly then slams into you again, his cock pulsing harder, filling you with warmth, and extending your climax.  You squirm and he holds you still, emptying his balls in enormous bursts that make you come harder.   He pins you up against the door, cups your cheek, and kisses you as you both finish coming. 

-

After he pulls out, he puts his dick away and reaches into your pants with two fingers, collecting his spend off your inner thigh. He looks at his cum, disappointed.  “Well, there’s always more.”   He slaps it up against your pussy and massages you with flattened fingers.  He smirks as he draws an aftershock and a moan out of you.  

“Let’s do this the easy way next time, pumpkin.”  He braces his hand against the door as he leans in and kisses you with an unnerving tenderness on the mouth.  He raises his eyebrows and adds,  “Unless this is what gets you off.” 

-

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Night walks 3

[therigeling]

How. Do you paint. Please. I have tried. I have cried. Tell me ur secrets 😭

i see you, bestie, we’ve all been there.

the technique i use is a common one for painting - make a mess, work on top of it. you can see it for yourself here:

(btw, i’m entirely self-taught and still have a lot to learn, so my use of this technique is probably wildly unorthodox. but it works for me and may or may not work for you.)

so the process basically goes like: 1. get yourself a messy ass sketch, don’t even worry about details, nor anatomy really. you can fix everything as you go. 2. FIGURE OUT YOUR BACKGROUND COLOR. it’s important!!! all your colors are gonna depend on it. (but again, don’t worry too much since anything is salvageable through our lord and savior gradient maps.) 3. slap some base colors on. paint some basic shadows and lighting as well. BUT! BE MESSY ABOUT IT. NO DETAILS, NO DEFINITION. 4. play around with your colors a bit. color correction? gradient maps? overlay? yes. 5. got your colors down? alright, you can add SOME definition. just fix wonky shapes, nothing too fancy. 6. NOW we’re talking about details. fix the shadows, add some highlights. get the edges nice and crisp, or cute and smooth. go all out. 7.MORE COLOR CORRECTION! fix the little places that bother you.

and that’s all, basically. Make a mess, make mistakes, fix them, have fun!

Don’t like how your artwork turned out? it’s okay, try again! art is all about practice and making mistakes, it’s not that serious to cry over it.

if y’all are interested i can post some of my older, cringier paintings (from 2014 till now) to make y’all feel better about your own journey :)

[raynavan]

heavy spoilers for chapter 23 of Always by your side by @ingo-ingoing-ingone!! this chapter was so fantastic i. didnt have words for it. ended up doing 6 (nearly 7) drawings for it instead. i think this is my record- it took me roughly 7 hours. a fair warning! this is both art and a comment to the fic in one. so its rather long!

ok i had an Unreasonable amount of fun doing the background on this one. ended up looking up a lot of the celestial bodies mentioned in the fic, man are they cool! it was implied that Emmet didn't really have a body so! stars instead. the colors were fun- i dont often let myself just. color like this haha! this one was... reall amazing. a fantastic opener! i immediately latched onto the visuals and painted a picture in my mind. it was just so... astronomical?

i actually struggled with how i was going to position these two for a while. at first it was just them coloring in a clearing- then i made them watching pokemon, and then. this! idk- there just something sweet in how Ingo turns around to look at Emmet and... lighting was funky for this one- how a forest shades the things beneath it will always hold a special place in my heart. these two interacting is always so wonderful to read. the gentle ribbing and teasing and... just them chilling and talking was so nice. the fact that it was dragons was even better! dragons are the best. i felt a very sweet and gentle moment needed an equally sweet and gentle drawing. if i could, i might have gone for line less on Ingo and Emmet here as well.

right- this was the last one i did. i think its the only one that i didn't get specifically from what was written. i just... wanted to give Emmet cuddles alright? /lh i had another sketch exploring exactly what Emmet might look, but i think ill revisit that when i... haven't been drawing for 7 hours straight hgfireohgope. the one in this is more simplified. the horror of having your face show one emotion- not even the one your most known for... your voice is toneless and the only was you can show even a fraction of what you feel is by copying what you (supposedly) dead brother used to do. there is a quiet horror in that- and yet Emmet still goes on. he cant feel texture and yet... he deserves many nice things.

this one!!! was originally going to be an Entire piece with a more "realistic" drawing of Ingo sitting behind a fire just like this. when i sketched this out (in the middle of reading it) that was the plan. Jedi saved me by making Emmet draw it like this. you saved me probably an hour ghirepoghpeirh. i... still might draw it how i wanted at some point. also the lighting was added last minute! i thought it would look... more messy with the light of the fire shining on it. i think it looks nice. the scene was sweet and, like Emmet mentioned he did, i put emphasis (or uh... thicker more defined lines) around peoples faces to better define their happiness. it made me happy to read them being happy and then draw them being happy <3

them!!!!!! i do not think it is a secret at All how much i love this au. i was More than happy to draw them again. and!!! being happy!!! perfect. i remembered this was a dream, and decided to blur the background quite a bit of this one- lopsided like its not really being thought about. adored this one. them!! teasing each other!! just!! going through a day!! perfect. amazing. it was really fun the way the small details of their routine was captured. from Ingo just. turning to goop so he doesn't have to pick up his clothes to Emmet just. accepting everything that happened from the mental connection to the shared feelings.

DRAMATIC FORESHORTENING!!!! i almost wanted to play it up More but then i might lose Ingo's expression. the background for this was fun to do- emphasis! strong colors!! looks like something broke. like something was torn away. this whole bit is just. exactly what Emmet fears and its just. ough. Ingo would never do this- we know this, Emmet knows this two- he knows how ridiculous Ingo was being here. and then the climax with Emmet just... falling off... amazing. Ingo's horrified expression is what caught my attention here, though i had a few more ideas depicting Ingo leaning over Emmet. i figured a dramatic drawing here would fit.

so! there ya go. i had. so much fun doing this and! thank you so much for writing this and sharing with us Jedi. if you keep this up, ill just have to keep making more drawings!! i don't think words are enough- not even sure if these can properly express how i felt reading it all (i actual had to get up and pace around bc i got so excited) but! i think that your art inspired my own art is a very beautiful thing.

lets all keep making art with one another forever.

[hurricanek8art]

Okay, I don't know what's going on with Tumblr and everything has been absolute chaos with my life the past few months, so y'know what, screw it. I think I'm actually brave enough to share some of my art. At least it won't just be sitting on my tablet that way.

This is my Sith Inquisitor turned Force-sensitive Outcast from SWTOR, Roodaka Greatstorm-Kallig. I haven't really plotted everything out with her regarding her story, but she's not my Outlander. She leaves the Empire right after Ziost, after losing all of the family she'd used her Dark Council connections to find and save from slavery, and Lana recruits her to help Sana-Rae run the Enclave about two years before the Outlander (my Knight Aja Verdona) is rescued. She's prickly and petty and spiteful but I love her dearly. And because I've never posted art before, art process and a little bit of character lore ramble under the cut, I guess?

I usually work with lined art/sketches that are admittedly very messy, but when I did the first one back in May I was experimenting with actually rendering/painting, and I saw a fashion post thing that looked like something Roo would wear, so I was mostly just playing around, it's not a solid outfit design for her. It's janky and wonky and oh Lord please don't look closely at the anatomy or face it is not up to my usual standards, but I was so proud of myself for the lighting on this one, as well as how I managed to render the muscle. Like, the lighting! I have no idea what I'm doing but I think it looks so flipping good! And I was happy with how the crackly lightsaber blade turned out—it is supposed to be Aloysius Kallig's lightsaber, meaning it's at least over a thousand years old, right? It should be a little janky with age!

The second one is supposed to be post Fallen Empire, after she's left the Sith and become sort of a wandering Force-user—think Ahsoka as of, well... Ahsoka, but more on the side of Ventress if she'd survived TCW (don't get me started on that choice 🙄🙄🙄). I came into it knowing a little more of what I was doing, but I kinda got in over my head and gave up on the 100% lineless thing, you can definitely tell with the sword/clothes. 🥴 The second piece has been sitting unfinished in my WIP folder for months, so I just said screw it, finished up some details and called it because I am SO PROUD of her face and hands (I DREW A GOOD HAND WITHOUT LINEART WHO AM I?!?!) and how I rendered her skin, I don't want it to live in WIP purgatory forever. You can actually tell that's muscle! And a neck!

I'm proud of how her tattoos turned out, too. I played around with Cham Syndulla's tattoo pattern, turning it at different angles. It felt like a good way to root her in Twi'lek culture despite the Kallig bloodline having been separated from it for so long. She gets the first one to cover up a slave tattoo, and the rest after Ziost to further reclaim her identity and culture, leaving the Sith behind.

I have no idea how to close this post. Um... thanks for reading all this, if you have? I've never posted art before, I'm kinda terrified. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[heejayy]

Mentor || Shuri U.

Warning: none

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Shuri x black fem! Reader

Word Count: girl idk but it’s not long

You felt like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. As you got ready for the day events from last night kept playing through your head. You and Shuri stayed up late in the lab chatting about nothing and everything all at once, it was the first time your ever had a real one on one conversation with her.

You weren’t suppose to stay as long as you did, your job was to update her on the growth of the heart shape herb garden and leave but the conversation got carried away.

As you made your way back to her lab your mind wondered on why she’d ask you to come back, you surely don’t work in this part of the palace you weren’t a big time scientist, you were just someone who maintained the gardens and occasionally helped design a few simple things.

You walked through the doors to an empty room you nervously bit your cheek looking around for her. “Up here” you turned around looking up at her as she smiled down from the balcony. She watched you make your way up the stairs studying your outfit.

“You look nice by the way, you’re working inside today?” She questioned noticing you weren’t in your normal garden attire aka dirty jeans and a plain shirt. You almost didn’t register what she said after the “you look nice” comment. Your heart couldn’t catch a break.

“Good morning queen Shuri and yes I’m working in the designing department today” you slightly bowed before her but only to earn a giggle.

“Why are bowing? It’s too formal” she chuckled.

“Sorry my queen“ she waved you off guiding you to where she was working. You took this chance to soak in everything, you’ve never been able to explore the main lab before due to you working either outside or on the other end of the palace but it sure was living up to the stories. It was absolutely amazing.

“This place is beyond beautiful my queen” you complimented as your hands glided across an unfinished project, it looked harmless but knowing Shuri it wasn’t.

“Thank you but I don’t advise you touching that, the last time I was working on it I was shocked and my hand went numb for an hour” you snatched your hand away looking at her with bewildered stare hoping she was joking but her serious face never faltered. You decided it’d be best to walk back over to her.

“So not to be rude my queen but can I ask why you called me in here?” She nodded sitting down her tools.

“Can I be honest y/n?” You nodded.

“I’ve been observing you for a while without your knowledge. I’ve seen you work, you put your all into everything you do for it to never see the light of day” you blinked at her confused on what she’s referring to.

“My queen what are you talking about? Yes I put all my love into the garden but that’s because I care about the future for us, the future of Wakanda. We’ll-“

“I’m not talking about that herb, I’m talking about this” she reached under a metal slate on her work desk pulling out a thick messy note book. You mind went fuzzy for a moment realizing it’s yours. That notebook contains every idea you’ve had from clothing designs down to sketches of technology enhancements you did on the side. You snapped out of your daze and reached for it but she snatched it back.

“I didn’t mean to snoop i thought one of my biologist left this in here, but you know we have a program for things like this? You can share your ideas and-“

“No no this is just a hobby” you blurted “nothing more.” She handed you your notebook shaking her head.

“Don’t doubt your intelligence, you have a bright mind from what I’ve seen let me guide you.” She smiled leaning off her desk.

“Guide me? My queen-“

“Call me Shuri.” She corrected.

“Ok Shuri with all respect you sound ridiculous you have an entire country run and on top of that you’re her protector I doubt you have time to tutor me plus I’m not that good at engineering anyways” as you rambled on and on she just shook her head.

She sat the notebook down and approached you and while reaching for your hands “you’re scared to fail I understand that but just give it a try and maybe during our time together we’ll grow closer” her words were gentle and persuasive but you couldn’t focus on anything besides your queen standing in such close proximity to you. She smelled absolutely incredible it was insanely distracting.

“Plus I’ve always wanted to be a mentor.” She added with a little smile.

“Ok” was all you muttered as a satisfied smile spread across her face.

“You are to stay in here and observe me for today but tomorrow is when we start” you couldn’t fight back the smile that was appearing on your face. Observing Shuri was something you had no problem doing.

Shuri Masterlist

©heejayy 2023 — any reposts or translations of my works outside of tumblr are strictly prohibited unless granted permission 🤍

[p4latinus]

loading screen... | genshin characters [fluff headcanons]

characters: [all characters are aged up to 21+] thoma, jean, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayaka, gorou, albedo, zhongli, keqing, tartaglia, diluc, kujou sara, raiden ei, ningguang, xiao, yanfei, yae miko, kaeya, arataki itto, hutao, beidou, kamisato ayato, scaramouche, venti, eula, ganyu, yanfei, lisa, yelan, shenhe, sangonomiya kokomi, yoimiya

genre: fluff headcanons

tw: !sfw, gn reader, swearing, non-implied nsfw (fully sfw), mentions of toxic gamers

cosiest setups. maybe with a few succulent plants, but definitely some tiny figurines lying here and there. really organised yet clustered desk. minimal colour schemes. always have an extra chair tucked under the desk with your favourite pillow or plush toy. would play relaxing games with you such as animal crossing, calico, terraria. always has the playlist you made switched on during gaming sessions, whether you are here or elsewhere. loves it when you would slip into the gaming room with a mug of hot coffee/tea. sometimes would sketch or doodle pictures of you or make picrew avatars for the both of you. would definitely set it as their twitch, discord or social media icons. streams on twitch every now and then, but would rather focus on gaming with you. it’s a lot more private and intimate. cries during emotional quests and stories in front of you so please give them a hug :-( literally looks at you for reassurance that there will be a happy ending or some good out of it. “thank you for comforting me, i love you” and they will always love you unconditionally.

— thoma, JEAN, kaedehara kazuha, KAMISATO AYAKA, gorou, ALBEDO, keqing, yoimiya

invests a lot in gaming. built their own pc, and definitely will build yours including a table, the gaming chair - everything you need for top quality gameplay. plays a variety of games. doesn’t have a favourite, but will like whatever you pick or enjoy. occasionally or regularly streams with friends, and especially with you. definitely yells out, “y/n come here, chat wants to see you”. effortlessly good at video games with minimal practice. gets emotionally invested in characters, lore, or competitive rounds/matches so they need your hand on their shoulder when things get too tense. pretty much a clear desk btw. except for the little figurine, mini speaker or controller you bought for their birthday. has pretty light decor and 1 or 2 posters above the monitor. streams privately for you on discord and loves your lil’ reactions. made a private discord server between the both of you. puts their favourite selfies/ootd pics of you there. always feels more confident and/or comforted with you during streams. kisses your cheek when people simp for you. “i’m so lucky to have you”, they whisper in your ear to watch you blush on stream.

— TARTAGLIA, yanfei, KUJOU SARA, raiden ei, ningguang, xiao, DILUC

complete ass wipe (as a joke). toxic troll in almost every lobby. but would definitely turn the swearing and toxicity down a notch when you are around. relatively messy table but will definitely have a picture of the both of you. gets embarrassed when you tell them off for being mean/toxic but secretly loves getting attention from you. deliberately doesn’t want another gaming chair so you would have to sit on their lap. sometimes, they would play horror games just to take a piss on your reactions with jump scares. would occasionally toss the controller at you and ask you to carry the game while they run to the kitchen or bathroom. wouldn’t even help you when they come back but make some annoying remark like, “aww baby y/n missed 3 shots and respawned again?? wow…” with a smug face. super, duper annoying. but will be quick to call anyone out for being harsh/rude to you in lobbies or games. quick with comebacks and the funniest insults. absolutely no one can disrespect you on their watch. “i got you, baby.” and they never fail each time.

— YAE MIKO, KAEYA, arataki itto, hutao, beidou, KAMISATO AYATO, SCARAMOUCHE, venti

doesn’t play video games but will sit patiently next to you, or join your streams on twitch or discord. will definitely offer to be your moderator and pay close attention to hateful/problematic comments. listens diligently about the rules and tips for games. sometimes does their own research so they can learn to play your favourite video games. will be too shy to offer but would hope to impress you with their skills. would give you really educated and helpful responses to better your gameplay. they’ll end up as a walking encyclopaedia and you would learn from them, more than you could ever teach them. definitely your number one fan through thick and thin. “i’m proud of you, dearest.” without fail, you always made them proud.

— EULA, GANYU, lisa, yelan, SHENHE, sangonomiya kokomi, ZHONGLI

[gripes-withthesun]

Solitaire's the only game in town

This idea just wouldn't leave me so I had to get it out of my head. I don't really draw much, especially not digitally, the sketches done here were basically finger painted on my phone which will explain the quality.

Screenshots from this site and this site, go enjoy a game of solitaire!

[Image IDs in order; all images have a dark grey background and white text:

1. 'A solitary mess - Hritvika Lakhera' over a grey spade and curly borders. Light grey spots are scattered around

2. Rough digital drawing of a computer screen with a game of solitaire open on it. Below that is a picture of the spider cards from Windows spider solitaire and a smiling emoticon on top. Text reads, "When i was young, I watched my parents and elders play solitaire on the computer. I did not understand much of what was happening on the screen but I liked when the spider showed up in spider solitaire"

3. First half has a screenshot of a spider solitaire game and a roughly drawn cartoon of a child seemingly frustrated. Text reads, "I tried to play it on my own sometimes but could never figure it out. The cards just wouldn't stack and it left me frustrated" Second half shows an option to select between easy and hard mode with two icons of card kings, red and black. Text reads, "Recently I remembered those games again and thought to try them again now that I'm older

I got stuck in it but started to understand by and by..."

4. Text reads, "The game wasn't about stacking up the cards. It was about clearing them out"

5. First half shows two screenshots of google searches. One for solitaire online and spider solitairI online, the second for baker's game online and freecell online. Text reads, "I started playing it obsessively, and then onward to spider solitaire. Turns out there are several kinds of solitaire games -" Second half has two screenshots, one of a FreeCell game and one of a Baker's game. Text reads, "FreeCell, where the balance between arranging the cards and keeping the cells open frustrated me again. And its evil cousin, the Baker's Game, where the cards went only with their own particular suits"

6. First half has a tangled scribbled mess of lines. Text reads, "Every now and again the basics would slip my mind: it's about clearing out the cards. It's about untangling a mess". Second half has a gif of a messy FreeCell game. Text reads, "When I close my eyes to sleep I see a horribly tangled game of FreeCell before my eyes. In my dreams the stresses of daily life take the form of an impossible Baker's Game"

7. Two stacks of playing cards, one where the last cardface says 'Plans for writing' while the other says 'Promises to friends and family'. Below is an overturned card with an arrow pointed to it saying 'Click here to deal more plans' in neon letters. Text reads, "My life has been a mess of tangled plans and locked in wishes that is hard to make sense of. In my search for purpose and direction I keep adding little tasks and obligations. Taking up more on my plate so it doesn't seem too empty. Stacking up my ventures so they seem to create a solid sense of self. Being scared of leaving a space open or of committing to one plan of action too much."

8. Screenshot of a solitaire timer that says '05:07 Moves: 19'. Below that is the computer screen from before this time casting light around with a timer that reads 'Time: 63:09 Moves: 102'. Text reads, "I knew solitaire had given me a sense of control but I didn't realise it also ran parallel to the rest of my life. I either clear up the game within 5 minutes or I get too frustrated and loose track and give up. It is entirely too different from how my parents would play it, with a focus and patience that allowed them to disentangle the worst of games, and correct a wrong move (Fun fact: about 5% of solitaire games are completely unsolvable!)"

9. A gif of a Baker's game where the cards are getting stacked and further locked in. Text reads, "I get overwhelmed by the cards that life has dealt me, and my inability to stack them up. So I keep restarting a game, or dealing more cards, and making incomplete stacks..."

10. A gif of a FreeCell game. There are several free spaces and after five moves the game resolves and all stacks clear out, returning to their suita. Text reads, "And I keep forgetting that I don't have to do that. I just have to clear them out". /end ID]

[fionacle]

Hey, would anyone want me to edit/continue this? Old story I was writing, Sanders Sides fanfiction actually, but I changed the names. It’s obvious who’s who anyway. Mermaid AU. Story under the cut.

I turn my vehicle up the stone path of the orange-tinted mountain, looking over the edge at the horizon. The sun is starting to creep below the sea’s edge, painting the sky in yellow, red, and pink. The view of the glistening water widens as I reach the top and breathe a sigh of relief. I come up here often to sing, rehearse scripts for my plays, write shows and stories of my own, or paint and sketch the scene before me without disturbing my neighbors. In all of the time I’ve come here between shows, it hasn’t changed a bit.

I unlock the car door and step out onto the warm rock. The sun instantly hits my skin and I wave my usual hello to the glowing orb. It’s crazy how homey and inviting this place feels to me. It’s nothing special, and yet special is exactly the word I’d use to describe it. This is the closest thing to magic I’ve ever seen, every little thing about it casts an enrapturing spell on me.

This area is enchanting in more ways than just feeling and looking cool and serene. It sounds crazy but every time I turn to leave, something makes me hesitate. I can hear the sound of people calling out from the water. It’s likely my imagination, but my gut tells me there’s something out there. I just don’t know what.

I walk away from my car and my feet land about a foot from the edge of the cliff. A faint breeze blows my hair out of my face and I close my eyes and welcome it with a smile. Once it passes by, my eyes shoot open in response to a splash from below. I thought all the fish swam farther down and closer to the center? I take another step forward and see another splash, definitely too big to be a fish.

I step closer to the edge again and get down on one knee so I can see better. These three miles above the water, it’s pretty hard to tell what I’m seeing. There’s some blurry colors moving around just beneath my he surface. Then the unbelievable happens, a human head pops up with an enthusiastic grin and sticks their arm out to wave. He has messy blond hair and pale skin. 

I muster a half-smile and wave back, too astonished to do anything more. He makes a hand motion in my direction and one-by-one three more heads pop up. One has black hair that’s more tame than the first and slightly darker skin. Another has dark brown hair and olive skin. The last one has purple hair and, considering he’s in the water, surprisingly dark eyeshadow. How did these people manage to swim so far out from the shore?!

The first one pipes up, “I notice you come by here a lot! I hope you don’t mind that we watched, but you’re really good at theater and art!” His voice is cheerful and light. As friendly as the approach is, I can’t voice a reply. Instead, my eyes dart quickly between the four, scanning their faces for any sign of trickery. The angsty purple guy notices my apprehension and sighs, “A bit freaky to think you weren’t alone all that time you were dancing on the rock like a dork. I promise we don’t have any bad intentions, though,” he rubs his neck anxiously, “We just don’t have much else to do.”

There are so many questions running through my mind. How and why are they here? How are their glasses and makeup staying on? Why have I never seen them before? How long have they been watching me? Were my performances really that bad? Honestly that question seems like the most-

I suddenly hear a car door slam and my head and shoulders shoot up in shock, “So THIS is where you’ve been running off to, James!” That impish voice confirms that this interruption is courtesy of my brother, Luis. His green hair bounces through the air and his knee-high black boots collide rhythmically with the floor as he strolls over to my side, “I have to admit, it’s pretty beautiful.” I glance to see that his face is unusually mellow and relaxed. At this, I can’t help but smile, genuinely this time, “That’s only half the appeal.”

I look back down where the mysterious men were, but to my disappointment, most of them don’t appear pleased with the new visitor as they dip back underwater. Wait... underwater? How did I not notice how long they must have been holding their breath until now?! The blond one gives a quick wink and dives under as well, only he swims quickly back up to breach the water, showcasing a glittering light-blue tail in the process.

I place a hand to the ground to quickly push myself up and begin mentally calculating the risk of diving in. Luis takes notice of my scrunched-up concentrated face and cocks his head. “If I feel like I have to do something crazy, do you think it’s worth the risk?” He chuckles, “You do realize who you’re talking to, right?” “Right...” I nervously take a few steps back and he raises an eyebrow.

A shaky breath finalizes my decision. I’m gonna jump in. I thrust a foot up from the ground and slowly pick up a fast pace towards the end of the bluff. Luis finally notices what I’m doing and steps in the way, but I can’t stop now. Not when there are mer-people just waiting for me to take the leap into their world!

And so, I jump off, pulling my twin with me. As my body leaves the ground, I grab his torso tightly and he returns the gesture. The wind is blowing all around us, but not as fast as my heart is racing. He looks shocked that I’d actually go through with something like this, possibly as much as he is amused by the situation. The water is getting closer by the second, just as relentlessly as my hair is hitting my face. Our momentum builds up rapidly and the sky flies past in a blur, so much faster than I could have imagined.

I hug my brother tighter than I’ve hugged anyone before and inaudibly scream my lungs out, taking one last look at his face that now shows more fear than anything else. My eyes shut tight and I inhale a great gulp of air, waiting for this stupid in-the-moment decision to either bring us new friends, or death.

...We hit the water. Since we just slapped the surface of the sea with the force of two grown men, it makes sense for it to be returned with an intense burning sensation making my whole body ache. All the air is knocked out of my lungs and the strength from my arms is no more. Luis’s grasp barely falters, however, as he’s a bit of a demented dare-devil who does this sort of thing for fun. He may be strange, but at a time like this, I’m glad to have a brother like him. The important thing is we’re alive, we made it and all our previous surroundings are replaced by the blue of the ocean.

After a moment for recovery, he adjusts his arms so he’s holding my weak figure in one, and has the other free to propel us to the top. I don’t know how far we are from getting out when I see the four men approaching in the distance. Before I can respond to them, alert Luis, or anything... the world goes dark. I stop struggling, I give in to the feeling of being held by loving family and the pull of the liquid surrounding me. My eyes close and my body goes limp in the panicking man‘s grasp.

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I awake with a terrible headache and aching joints. I’m sore from head to toe and it feels like the world is spinning in circles. My muscles barely have the will to move, but I force my eyes open. The choice doesn’t let me down as I'm met with a more beautiful sight than the mountain and skyline I've admired for years.

Everything is surrounded by an endless sea that’s giving off a dark blue hue with hints of teal and purple dancing through it. Many of the plants and animals hold very warm tones that contrast greatly with their background. Viridescent seaweed almost appears to be waving to the bright coral as neon fish swim through it. The lime green sea grass is bent over like it’s being blown by a strong wing. There’s a school of herring forming a a wall as they pass by. A turtle pushes the water out of its way with its flippers and soars through it. A few bubbles float up from the mouth of a butterflyfish, and I remember something important.

Those are bubbles of oxygen, a gas I kinda need to live. Thing is, humans typically can’t inhale the air at the bottom of the ocean. Sounds basic, right? Well I’m an idiot. I puff out my cheeks and hold my breath, suddenly realizing I had to have been breathing fine just a moment ago to have any breath at all! The pain vanishes almost instantly as I'm overcome with wonder. Since when can I breathe underwater?

I heard fish breath with gills, so how is that possible when I only have lungs? ...or do I? I lift my arms to my neck and feel thin slits along the sides. Gross, but cool! I inhale through my mouth and water runs past and through the holes, oxygen presumably being collected to fill my lungs in the process.

Looking down, I can see another big surprise. A bright red fish tail has replaced my legs. It’s covered in sparkling scales that become smaller the higher you look until they fade into my waist. I strain my lower body muscles a bit and it curls upward. The end of it has a fin that’s thinner, lighter, and more transparent. There’s no doubt I look awesome. The question is, where did these come from?

I can't not try to discover more about the mysterious additions to my body and this world under the sea, so I attempt to sit up. Unfortunately, it seems I'm too weak to lift my weight, even with the pounds the water takes away, and I crumple back down on whatever it is I'm lying on. Someone must have been behind me and seen me move because u hear a gasp, "He's awake!" I hear splashing and indistinct murmurs as a few people shuffle to my side. Hoping and praying to see Luis or some other familiar face, I slowly turn my head. To my delight, it's him smiling along with the people I saw earlier. I see now that the black-haired one has a dark blue tail, the emo has a purple tail, and the other one has a yellow tail. Luis appears to have grown a green tail as well.

I push up from the thing below me once more but this time, just as my elbows are about to give out again, five pairs of arms quickly reach out to catch me and help me rise to sitting position. “T-thank you...” My voice is quiet and raspy. The one with black hair clears his throat, “You’re very welcome. And I must say, after that eventful beginning to your new life as a merman, you appear to be adjusting exceptionally well.” I barely have time to take in the the clear, monotone, almost British-accented vocalization before Luis buds in, “I told you, we can’t stay here. I appreciate the hospitality and magical transformation, but we already have lives on land!”

The mysterious yellow-tailed man scoffs, “Yes, I’m sure your existence as a human can be just as exciting as that of mythical creatures.“ His tone is playful and cunning, which I must admit pairs well with his mystical and villainous demeanor. I turn away from the group and tune out their argument, gazing once again at the aquatic world around me. The fish, the plants, the water - it’s all so beautiful and mysterious. Besides, Luis never cared all that much about reality and the normalcy of our lives before, he’d love a chance to explore and step away from how boring society is.

I was REALLY proud of this when I wrote it, showed it to everyone, and I still like most of it. Makes me kinda jealous actually because I feel like after years of being too tired and unmoved and burnt out from school and life and hormones, or simply just not having time, my writing is so bad. I hadn’t written in so long, but finally started some short things recently, and it felt good, but they’re still just nothing compared to some things I’ve written. I’m by far not proud of all my writings, but there is a level of greatness I did reach that I’m not sure I can anymore.

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent bonus day!

Day Twenty Five: An Angel Came Down <-AO3!

As December grew closer, the administration of Los Feliz Elementary decided that a school wide pageant was a great idea. None of the children agreed, but they weren’t given much say in the matter.

The smallest kids were tasked with singing a song or two, then older ones were doing little sketches. Julie’s grade was doing The Nativity Play, and she got the role of the angel. She loved the flow white robe and the sparkly wings, twirling around and singing as she did.

“See? Nothing to be scared of Reg,” a voice said. Julie turned and saw two boys her age in shepherd costumes.

“Angels aren’t scary,” she replied.

“But the shepherds were sore afraid in the story!” the boy with freckles and darker hair said.

“Probably because it was ages before TV and a strange glory lady appeared in the sky in the middle of the night,” the other boy with messy brown curls said.

“And the angel even said Be Not Afraid,” Julie added. “For I bring you tidings of great joy! Angels bring good news, so you don’t need to be scared.”

“Are you sure?” the boy whimpered.

Julie crouched down in front of him, granting him a gap toothed smile. “I’m not scary am I?” He shook his head no. “Then you don’t need to be afraid. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“Okay,” he said, getting up. “I’m Reggie, by the way.”

“Julie.”

“Luke,” the other boy offered. “And you must be an angel for real, because that was super nice of you.”

Julie blushed and curtsied, then it was time for places, so she squeezed their hands and rushed off. Reggie and Luke dashed off to their own places, and when Julie appeared in a burst of light, Reggie clutched at Luke for a moment then relaxed when Julie winked.

“Be not afraid, for I bring you tidings of great joy,” she said, and Reggie tried his best to look enraptured by her words, but when he glanced over at Luke, he didn’t think either of them were really acting all that much.

Years later, the three of them were back at Los Feliz Elementary, only this time in the audience, watching as Isla and Danny recited parts of The Night Before Christmas. They applauded wildly, cheering on the children. Then it was time for the Nativity, and they clapped again when Luna came on as the angel.

Even if both Julie and Luke grabbed onto Reggie’s hands, making sure he wasn’t afraid, chuckling when he rolled his eyes at them. “Not afraid of angels any more guys.”

“No?” Luke joked.

“Not since I married two of them, no,” Reggie replied, grinning madly as he received a cheek kiss on either side. “Now, let’s watch the play.”

They did, but that didn’t mean that Reggie let go of either of their hands. They could tell him be not afraid all they wanted, but unless the angel was played by Julie or his adorable daughter, he still thought they were fucking terrifying. It’s not anyone else’s fault but his own that he got exposed to the ‘real’ angel images of flaming rings and a million eyes as a kid, not the cartoony woman in a dress with wings version.

But Reggie didn’t even flinch when Luna leapt into his arms, her wings leaving a trail of glitter behind her, and her halo crooked on her head. “Did you see me daddy? Wasn’t I great?”

“You did amazing, my little moonbeam, I’m so proud!” Reggie assured her.

In a tiny little whisper she asked “Were you scared?”

“Only a little,” Reggie whispered back. “But then you smiled, and no one could be afraid of that.” He locked eyes with Julie and Luke who were almost melting as Danny yakked their ears off over the nightcap giving him trouble and Isla almost forgetting her lines. “Now, let’s get you out of the costume, and go home. Santa will be here before you know it.”

“Do you think he’ll leave me lots of presents?” Luna asked. “I’ve been super good this year.”

“I’m sure he will, my little angel,” Reggie replied. “I’m sure he will.”

[bound-by-wire]

There is a room in the basement, and there is a man locked inside

That's what she'd say, flicking ash at me and knocking over a bottle. I can hear the way the old wood chair would creek when she'd turn towards me. Everything in that house creaked and groaned.

He's locked up because he takes people. Bad kids who play too loud or get in the way too often or break things.

He took my father, that's what she told me. He dragged him off into that little room kicking and screaming, because he was a bad man.

I asked her what the man In the basement did to him, what the man did to anyone he took away. she told me he ate them.

He was hungry. He was so hungry all the time.

Starving.

Ravenous.

The only thing stopping him from dragging me down those stairs and into that room was the lock on the door and her.

So I should be thankful she protected me.

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I remember that room really well. It's small, and the light has a pull chain but it doesn't actually work. It's damp, and grown adults have to duck their heads because the ceiling is so low. The floor is cold concrete.

I know this because she locked me in there. She dragged me down those steps, she shut and locked that door behind me.

Obviously I never saw the man, but I could swear I could hear him moving around. i could swear I could hear ragged breathing over my own panic.

I never saw the man but I imagined him lurking, horribly hunched over to fit under the low ceiling, skin pulled taught; starving, ravenous; pale from the lack of light, a disgusting mouth filled with sharp teeth and long, sharp hands to latch on and drag you away. Blind eyes, but it doesn't need to see.

I recently found the messy sketches I did of the man, I know it's all fake but still. Seeing those again.

Maybe I'm not ready to call her again after all.

[sacredsapling]

Art Tips for Vibrant Lighting

Some tips and tricks for getting glowy, beautiful, vibrant lighting effects...especially in traditional art, with no ctrl+z! The example piece is a watercolor work in progress of mine and, if you’re familiar with watercolor, you know it’s super unforgiving. What you put down stays!

Tip 1: Create a thumbnail

Do a very loose, messy sketch of your illustration. This helps define the composition, but it can also help you pick where your light is coming from and what colors you’ll use for it. This way, you can reference the light source and colors while you’re painting!

Even if you’re working digitally, this creates a great color key you can turn back to. You can make a thumbnail digitally or traditionally. 

This thumbnail only took about 20 minutes...and it’s saved so many headaches during the painting process. 

When you have a thumbnail, the rest of your painting is just a translation of those colors with a better technique. 

Tips:

Feel free to make many thumbnails! This is the easiest step to revise and repeat.

Use a photo for inspiration for your color scheme. I used clouds in the evening as color references. 

Play around with layers and effects (like overlay, multiply). This can help you figure out new colors that you can then try to capture traditionally!

Tip 2: Don’t forget about your lines!

Line art is important for gradients! I did mine first, so I had to consider the glow effect too. It’s a bit blurry (as its a screenshot from a reel, lol), but you can see yellows to dark browns and blacks. This established the glow from the start!

Tips:

Consider using a media you can get gradients in. I used acryla gouache here, but ink, watercolor, and even markers can work well! 

If it’s hard to visualize highlights in line art, do the lines after with pen or paint! Adding shadows and highlights that way can be easier. 

Tip 3: Start with big gradients first

Once you have your sketch on paper finished, start with large gradients! This helps define your light source and keep your whole composition making sense. 

Here, I started with the background sky, then added in the shadow coming off the wing before doing anything else. Take note of how helpful the thumbnail was in helping me lay this all out, too!

Tip 4: Think warm to cool

See how both the hair and wings move from warm (yellow/browns) to cool colors (blues, payne’s grey)? This is a surefire way to keep the strong light source and make it look like the light is glowing!

Tips:

This is all about keeping the colors close to your light source, so if your light source is cool (like the moon), your highlights are cool and your shadows are warm tones. The key is just to keep it consistent! 

Lighting isn’t just light to dark gradients. It’s also warm to cool/cool to warm!

Think about all the spots the light catches (like that one front feather on the left top). It takes a lot of thinking through, but it’ll make a huge impact! (Remember, you can always revisit your thumbnail or add more details in there)

Don’t forget about reflected light, bouncing off another surface. It’ll be more subtle than the main light source, but still there!

Final Tips:

Love those gradients! Watercolor is meant for beautiful gradients, so use multiple colors for a glow. The feathers in the light go from yellow ochre to prussian blue to payne’s grey.

Start with the highlights first, then work into the shadows! Above, the skin isn’t even painted with shadows yet, because I wanted to get the lighting first.

This is just a WIP right now, but I hope these tips help! If you want to follow, I’ll be posting more progress pics (and the finished illustration soon too). :D

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[pa1nkill3r]

"Now How Come I've Only Found Out About This Now?" [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x Fem!Artist!Reader

[Summary:] So far, George Weasley knows three things about his new potions partner; So why not make it four? Or five?

[Warnings:] use of mudblood, a bit of angst, a bit of swearing, a pov change at some point in the end, idk-- fluff?? (is that a warning??)

[Word Count:] ≈2.7k

[A/N:] i used @buckystrenchcoat 's fluff plots for george weasley: 2. George finding out you can draw (kind of got carried away but oh well :D--) (ps just imagine that classes in hogwarts includes all of the houses together, thanks <3) Y/H = your house. (dk the timeline or what year george and the reader are in but i'd say between 3rd-5th year)

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The Weasley twins were becoming reckless and apparently, Professor Snape has had enough. The constant explosions on the other side of the dungeon and the numerous attempts at drowning his hair with shampoo has eventually led him to the decision of assigning the entire class their partners.

Thus halfway into the semester, the Weasley twins are never to be seen together again... that is until the end of 2nd period where they will go back and cause mischief elsewhere.

Fred was assigned to a Slytherin girl who George couldn't figure out if she's madly in love with his brother or wants to rip out his guts. While he on the other hand was assigned with Y/N. Truthfully, he never gave much thought to her, but after their first double potions lesson as partners, he began to wonder why he never gave much thought to her.

She was smart but never overbearing, made jokes here and there, sniggered when he made even the cheesiest of puns, and is wicked attractive. Their first task was to brew a calming draught and whilst adding in a smidge more of lavender, she proposed that they should make more while the majority of the class was still struggling.

"Why in Merlin's beard are we going to make more? We can just pass this and leave class early?" He asked, bringing a smile to her lips. "Yeah, yeah, that's what you want, don't you Weasley?" She quipped, looking back up to the red-headed boy who's now readying their vials.

"Just thought that we could make some for people, like, your brother. Poor guy, reckon he's going to rip his hair out getting partnered with Tuttle." And with that, George let out a laugh, a laugh that cost Gryffindor 5 points. Though, all was well when they were the first to finish and send their little vial of calming draught into the hands of Severus Snape, garnering 5 points each and an opportunity to leave class 10 minutes early.

And that was it, that was their relationship; potions partners.

George Weasley learned 2 things that day. One, his potions partner was someone he wanted to know more, to be with more, and two, one should never put a liberal amount of peppermint in a calming draught. (Fred learned that the hard way.)

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She was the epitome of beauty and brains. So far, that's what he knew about his potions partner. But a little incident in the corridor made two into three.

It wasn't unusual for Fred and George Weasley to skip class, especially if the class was History of Magic. And it also wasn't unusual for them to hide behind a tapestry whilst a stinky dungbomb was set in the first-floor corridor.

What was unusual though, was George not wanting to move from their hiding place, forcing Fred to also not move. "George, mate, wha-?" "SHH!"

Whatever Fred's question was supposed to be, it quickly got answered by the presence of a certain someone whose walking to the Muggle Studies classroom, his brother's potions partner perhaps? Fred grinned mischievously, nudging his brother in the abdomen, and earning a wince.

"Oi mudblood! Was that you?" They heard from a distance, heavy footsteps following the girl he's teasing his brother with. From their point of view, they could tell that the girl stopped in her tracks, sighing heavily as though this was a regular thing.

"Was that me, what?" She asked, clearly annoyed. "Was that you who did it? Or d'you just shat yourself? It smells horrid. Would make sense, as you're a filthy little mudblood."

George's blood was beginning to boil, fingers formed into a fist, knuckles white. Especially when they got to see the silhouette of the two arguing. Perfect, Winnifred Tuttle, his brother's potions partner bullying his Y/N Y/L/N. He had an urge to protect her. To avenge her. To show her how much he cared for someone who's supposed to be his potions partner.

"Was that supposed to be an insult, Tutts?" Y/N spat back, pulling George out of his trance and making Fred shut his mouth. Now he's the one staring intently. "It's honestly just sad. A 'pureblood' like you should know the difference between a dungbomb and a piece of shit. Or perhaps you're probably just that daft?"

The boys were fixated on their conversation now. A hand on their mouths, hopefully covering up their shock even if they're hiding behind a tapestry. George's heart was beating faster now.

"Me? Daft? Well, if I'm daft then why are you taking muggle studies?" Tuttle sneered, an ugly grin splattered across her face.

"Bit hypocritical, isn't it, Winnie? Bye-bye!" She turned her back away from the Slytherin now, walking into the Muggle Studies classroom, holding a few books in one hand and her middle finger in the other.

He knows three things about her now; She's bewitching, she's a whizz, and she's a muggle-born who doesn't take shit.

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A few more lessons in and one could say that Y/N and George are starting to become friendlier to each other. Acquaintances, sure, but, friendly nonetheless. But the Gryffindor wanted to live up to its name, to its values. He might've just gotten to know a bit about her but he was completely and utterly entranced.

Nothing's going to stop him now.

His right hand held his wand as he stirred the concoction in the cauldron. She, on the other hand, was cutting up the stewed mandrake. The easy silence between them was broken by none other than the lion himself.

"Hey," he called, lifting his gaze from the potion to the girl right next to him. "Hi." She said back.

"So... Today's a Friday, right?"

She looked at him, confused, recounting a particular time in which she looked at a calendar today. "Yeah, I think so."

"And we can go to Hogsmeade after classes?"

"Pretty sure you can, why?"

"Want to go on a date?"

She looked stunned which kind of hurt George's ego but as soon as the slightly parted mouth of hers became a cheerful grin, he felt a whole lot better.

"As long as you stop staring at me and not over mix our potion, then sure, I'll go out with you." She smiled, making George give a shy little grin back before attempting to put all his concentration on the brew. Mind boggled on the way she said 'our potion.'

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Going to Muggle Studies felt utterly useless now that Y/N's been promised to go on a date right after. But having George by her side, walking her to the class just seemed to be the best part of the day.

He recounted the time when he and Fred hid behind a tapestry and told Y/N all about it, giving a hot feeling to her cheeks. They stopped by the door frame of the classroom, Professor Burbage was waiting inside, pacing around her study as George's hand slyly held Y/N's.

"I'll pick you up later?" He asked with the same shy smirk plastered on his face, cheeks pink and ears flushed. "Yeah. Thanks for walking me here. You shouldn't have." She uttered, heels rising and falling as she bounced on her toes.

"Just making sure that Tuttsy's not going to ruin your day, love." Y/N felt heat rising to her cheeks and ears, as well as an uncontrollable grin. Her heel turned to make her face the concrete walls of the castle, hands covering their face and body slightly swaying from side to side. It was ridiculous, really. Dumb. Very.

"You're adorable when you're flustered."

"Shut up, Weasley." And with that, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him slightly startled, stunned, and very red in the face. "You're adorable when you're flustered." She quipped, walking into the Muggle Studies classroom and taking her seat.

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Muggle Studies felt oddly slow that day. Usually, it lasted an hour but today it felt like a century. Professor Burbage's talk about electricity and muggle technology went in one ear and out the other.

If you'd ask why Y/N chose a subject she already knew plenty about, her answer would be that she wanted to see things from a different perspective. But truthfully, she just knew that she'd be good at it and it'd be an easy O.

So there she was; A scrap piece of parchment laid on the wooden desk and a pen since Professor Burbage discouraged the use of quills.

Her mind wandered off the moment she sat down on her chair. Feet either bouncing up and down or stuck straight onto the floor, she wouldn't know. What she did remember was her non-dominant hand posing itself as the other one scribbled on the piece parchment.

Her fingers played with the hazy light and the ink added depth. Soon she started sketching other things; The student in front of her, a study of Professor Burbage, a head with a moderately strong jaw and beautiful, short, messy hair. A male side profile with a big nose that has a slight bump on its bridge matching a cheeky grin with dimples. Her hand posed itself once more but this time she wasn't making it look like hers, she was making it look like his. Something she's seen many times before, and guiltily stared at once, twice, more than she could recount.

She was adding in the cluster of freckles when the worst happened; "Miss Y/L/N, still with us?" Professor Burbage stood at the front of the class, standing straight, clearly thinking about her posture. "Miss Y/L/N?"

She felt an elbow nudge her arm, and that was the thing that brought her back into reality. Her head whipped itself to face her seatmate then to her Professor, giving her a funny-looking nervous grin.

"Charm would get you nowhere, Miss Y/L/N. When was the first electricity generator introduced in Britain? And where was it installed?" She has to have something in that brain of hers. It must've been taught sometime when she was in muggle school. "Err-- 1900s something, Surrey--?"

Professor Burbage meekly chuckled, "Nice try. 1881. Godalming, Surrey. A point from Y/H then, I'm sorry."

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George was faithful and stuck to his word. Even being 5 minutes early after asking Professor Grubbly-Plank if he could go to the bathroom and have a wee, saying that the unicorns would definitely mind if he pissed on their trees.

He did not go to the bathroom but instead went straight to the Muggle Studies classroom. Leaning the side of his body onto the wall by the door. Trying his best to peer into the room and find his potions partner and soon to be his date and maybe even his. But he was getting ahead of himself.

The bell rang and he heard a loud shuffling sound of chairs being pulled back. The door was opened as students from all of the houses started pouring out and there she was. Looking beautiful as ever with her bag slung on her shoulder.

"Glad to see you're alright there, dove." He cooed, earning once again another shy smile. "Anything happened there?" He asked, pointing to the now open classroom.

"Felt way longer than usual, and I lost a house point." She said matter of factly. George chuckled, his heart filled with pride as he turned his head towards her.

"And what have you done to lose said house point?"

She smiled before reaching her hand into a pocket of her robes, pulling out a folded piece of aged parchment before handing it to the curious redhead.

"What's this? A love letter?" He bantered. "Just open it." And so he did. His nimble fingers unfolding the parchment, then he was stunned. Seeing his face drawn in ink with lines crossing over more lines was the last thing he expected. It looked like him. And it didn't look like Fred. It is him.

"I was just drawing in class but then I sort of blanked out and got a dumb question wrong." She paused, looking back up to see if the redhead was still listening. "Hello? Earth to George?"

"You drew me?" He was on a fine line of disbelief and awe. It truly looked amazing. She drew her hand at least three times before he recognized his was also there. She even got the little freckle he had on the middle of his wrist. The full body of ol' Professor Burbage brought so much of her energy and even the way her scarf wrapped around her neck was perfect.

Her cheeks were heating up again, realizing what she just did. "It's not that good. Just-- drew what I saw and, err-- whatever came to mind, I guess." Bad execution, sloppy excuse. "Okay, you've been looking at that for way too long now--"

"This looks bloody brilliant! Now how come I've only found out about this now?"

"Flattery would get you nowhere, Weasley." She joked, but he was serious.

"S'not 'flattery' if I'm stating what's true! It's amazing, you're amazing." She felt her heartbeat increase by a mile.

"Well then, I'm flattered." She said, adjusting the strap of her bag to hopefully let out some adrenaline. "And to answer your question, it'd be terrifying if I just started drawing in Snape's class. I swear that man has eyes at the back of his head. That's why this is a new discovery for you."

"Fuck, this is amazing!" He uttered.

"It's really not that good--"

"'S'really not that good' Some shit standards you have there. I'd put this in a museum!" He said loudly, extending both his arms and imagining that the piece of parchment was displayed on the Hogwarts walls. "If you don't like it then I'll keep it." George joked, expecting disapproval, which, to his shock, never came.

"Are you actually giving this to me?"

She shrugged, "I mean if you'd like a photo of you drawn by a teenage girl then be my guest." He smiled, genuinely smiled. He looked so pretty at that moment and there shouldn't be any holding back now.

"...But," She started, his gaze looked intently at her, ready to listen to whatever comes next. "There's a price."

"Between Freddie and I, we have 26 galleons and a few sickles." He said, earning a hearty laugh and a shake of her head. "Don't really think he'd like me to give all of it to you, I'm sorry. If you want I'd pay a bit then I--"

"No, George." She said, tugging lightly on his tie to gain his attention. "How about... a kiss? Perhaps?"

He grinned. His hand hovered itself across her face before landing on her cheek, thumb gracing itself on its apples, slightly squishing the skin whilst his eyes looked for any signs of discomfort; there was none.

They slowly leaned in, eyes locked on lips before their lips locked onto each other. His lips were slightly chapped but it felt like the softest thing on Earth. He smelled of cinnamon, firewood, gunpowder, and other indescribable scents, but it was nice. It was short but meaningful, gentle, even. His other hand was wrapped around her waist and once again, his thumbs were running up and down whatever part of her body it's laid on.

He learned two more things about the girl that day; she's artistic, and she felt like home.

He never thought there'd be a time in his life where he'd be thankful for Severus Snape. But life goes in unexpected ways.

"If you'd like to tip me then I'm just going to say that I love cauldron cakes." She grinned up at him as they pulled away before settling her face in his chest. George chuckled to himself before wrapping his arms completely on her waist, placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head.

"Yeah, yeah, come on." He said, pulling away to let her shake herself up as he held onto the piece of folded parchment which graced his face, giving it a small peck before putting it in his pocket, patting it three times.

"Better sign that drawing for me, Y/N. How much does an autograph cost?"

"Double the original price—?"

"And the tip?"

"And the tip."

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

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whisper of the heart- megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: you begin to take notice of the name “megumi fushiguro” on all the tops of your library checkout cards. a semi-retelling of whisper of the heart featuring you and megumi. (genre: fluff, high school au, meet cute)

warnings: none! except maybe slightly ooc megumi

word count: 3.2k

a/n: hi everyone! ty all again for being so patient with me publishing this. i’ve been very busy with college apps lately, but i’m gonna try to keep this blog as active as i can while balancing it with school life. anyways, i had a lot of fun writing this, but i’m definitely not used to writing megumi, so feel free to leave feedback ^^ i also changed some details from the original movie and left it a bit open ended, so feel free to let me know if you want a part 2!

“who the hell is megumi fushiguro?”

your gaze was fixed on the faded ink reading the now all too familiar characters. the characters spelling out a name that managed to keep showing up on the yellow tinted checkout cards tucked into the books you borrowed.

nobara glanced over your shoulder, inspecting the piece of cardstock tucked between your fingers. wrinkling her nose in disgust, she plucked the card from you, holding it closer to her face.

“whoever it is, they have terrible handwriting.” she stuck her nose up, turning back to you with a playful smile. “i don’t know how you managed to get ‘megumi fushiguro’ out of that chicken scratch.” a face of mock distress crossed her features as she did air quotes around the name, as if she couldn’t believe such a delicate name would be given to someone with such handwriting. she’s always had a tendency to be a bit over dramatic about trivial stuff like this.

with nothing more than a huff in response, you snatched back the card, tucking it neatly back into your library book. your fingers grazed the worn down cover for a moment, gliding along the slight tears around the corners and the stiffness of the yellowing pages.

‘i wonder how many of these creases came from megumi fushiguro?’

“whoever it is, it seems like that name shows up in every book i check out in the library.”

nobara kicked a rock as she walked, leaving a small cloud of dust around her feet. “maybe you’re just imagining it. you always stay up so late doing whatever the hell it is you do in your free time that you’ve probably begun to hallucinate.” she nudged you playfully, eliciting a dead pan expression from you.

“i’m serious nobara. i mean, i’ve never really believed in fate but there’s no way it’s completely coincidental!”

she raised an eyebrow, as if to say you can’t be serious. “i think you’ve been reading too many romance novels, for all you know this person could totally be just some weird old guy with nothing better to do than visit the library.”

“hey!” you acted as if that last bit was a personal attack on you, and knowing nobara it probably was. “i’m not saying this megumi fushiguro person is my soulmate or anything, i just think it’s a very strange coincidence.” you shrugged off your backpack as you talked, putting away your book. noticing the suspiciously light weight of your bag, you rummaged your fingers around for a moment to find that your sketchbook had gone missing.

crap.

nobara turned to you, perceptive as ever of your suddenly altered demeanor. “forget something again?” it was almost annoying sometimes how well she knew you. was it really that obvious?

“just my sketchbook,” your hands rifled through your bag one final time to make sure you really didn’t have it “probably left it on the park bench or something, it’ll just be a minute to get it.” you turned to her with a sheepish smile, silently pleading her to follow you there. she stared blankly at you for a moment, probably having one of her internal monologues about how lucky you were to have her as a friend, before rolling her eyes and following suit.

“this better be quick, i have places to be you know!”

“no you don’t.” you turned around before you could meet her melodramatic glare.

behind you, you could hear her huff of dissatisfaction, though she made no move to leave, reassuming her position next to you, giving you a gentle nudge as she brushed next to you.

as you walked, the sunlight peeking between trees framing your pathway began to warm your face, highlighting the ends of your eyelashes and the tops of your cheeks with the warm glow of the first hints of summer time. for a moment, you closed your eyes, letting yourself be enveloped in it, before your fleeting thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bike coming in your direction. you felt as if you’d jump out of your own skin in that moment, hearing a “move out of the way!” from a husky, disembodied voice.

it probably looked pretty ridiculous how you jumped out of the way, kicking up a fleeting cloud of dust as you avoided the sudden presence of the biker. grounding yourself, your eyes flickered up to the source of the voice, being met with the gaze of stormy blue eyes, framed by long, dark eyelashes that nobara would most definitely be envious of. taking in the boy’s whole figure, your eyes were drawn to the messy black hair atop his head, formed at the ends into contradictorily gentle looking spikes. the sleeves of his white button down were rolled up taut around his forearms, leading your gaze to his hands wrapped tightly around the bike handles.

oh, right. he’s still biking.

you turned your focus back to keeping to your side of the path momentarily, before the sight of your name written atop the sketchbook peeking out of his bag came into your field of vision as he continued to move past you. before you had time to think rationally, you turned to his now retreating form, breaking into a jog, kicking up a few more dust clouds as you did.

ignoring nobara’s incredulous calling of your name, you tried to call to the boy who had no intention of slowing down. “excuse me!” you cupped a hand around your mouth, hoping to project your voice louder. “hey!” the irritation in your voice was clear, but you breathed a small sigh of relief as the bike slowed to a stop, and the spike headed boy turned to your direction.

after an awkward moment of your continued jogging to him while he stood with a blank expression, you stopped in front of him, an accusatory look grazing your features.

“i think you have something of mine.” you tried your best to imitate the confident attitude you always admired from nobara, placing a hand on your hip and using the other one to point to his bag. his gaze followed the direction of where you pointed, his eyebrows raised while the rest of his face remained stagnant.

“oh, this?” he tugged the cardboard covered sketchbook out of the pocket it had been placed in, examining the cover. his eyes flickered between your name written in the top corner, and your currently annoyed looking face, as if he was playing some sort of word association game. you simply nodded in response, anticipation clear in your actions.

as he held out the sketchbook to you, he leaned down so his face was closer to you, as if to tell you a secret, voice low and eyes trained on you. “you should be more careful next time. you’re lucky i’m nice enough to not just steal this from you right now.”

you didn’t have an explanation as to why your heart began to race.

taking your silence as a response, he pushed it into your hands, his fingers brushing against yours gently. “nice drawings by the way, i recognize your friend over there from the portrait you drew of her on the first page.” his face remained stoic as he pointed at nobara, who was tapping her foot in boredom.

face warm from embarrassment, you snatched the sketchbook from where his hands lingered on it, muttering a bitter sounding “thanks” before stalking over to nobara once more, who looked relieved that she’d finally be able to go wherever it was she was going to.

“what an asshole.” you glared at him over your shoulder as he biked away, your gaze lingering a second too long for someone so insistent on hating him. nobara shook her head in response, clearly annoyed at your own obliviousness after witnessing the whole interaction.

a smug smile crossed her soft features. “maybe that’s megumi fushiguro.”

you raised a brow as you glanced at her. “as if!”

despite your insistence on your distaste for the mystery boy, he managed to have flooded your thoughts. ‘he must be using sorcery or something to keep himself on my mind, weirdo.’

still, you couldn’t deny how just a few more of your portraits were accented by ocean blue eyes, or pointed ends to the different mops of hair you sketched. how did you manage to keep attracting mystery people into your life?

when you returned to the library, you gripped a thick science fiction novel, the pages brushing your soft fingers as your marched it up to the checkout counter. as the librarian wrote the date on a small piece of cardstock, you took note of the fact that your name would be the first one there. had megumi fushiguro missed out on this one?

a pleasant smile stretched across your face as the librarian handed the book back to you. scrawling your name at the top of the checkout card, your eyes flickered to a stamp of ink beneath the slot for it.

donated by fushiguro.

of course it was.

the library door squeaked quietly as you pushed it open, one hand on the door, and the other placing your new book in your backpack. zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder, you were met with the feeling of a dog sniffing your leg. your eyes trailed down to a dog almost akin to a small polar bear brushing its nose against your calf. reaching your hand to scratch softly against the back of his head, you coo gently at the not-so-little little guy.

“what’s got you all by yourself buddy?” an involuntary smile creeps onto your face at how he calms at your pats.

wordlessly, obviously considering this is a dog, he turns and walks a few steps forward, before pausing and tilting just his fur covered face toward you, egging you on to follow him just as you had the other day with nobara. you considered for a moment, before shrugging and giving in to his pretty minimal amount of convincing. nobara would be out getting lunch with maki today anyways, so you could use something to do today. after all, it could be fate.

it was almost as if you were one of those people who walked their dog without a lash, but in reality, it was more like the dog was walking you as it lead you down tall, sidewalk-lined hills and through parks filled with young parents having picnics with their children and couples going on walks. you wondered to yourself if this was a worthwhile excursion, was he just leading you to a dead end, or worse, was he some dog trained by a gang to lure people into danger?

after walking a few minutes more, you found out the spot you were being lead to was, in fact, even worse then both the possibilities you’d been brainstorming in your head, when you were met at the bottom of another hill with the stoic expression of that spike head. his eyes softened at the sight of the dog, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips that quickly vanished as he met your gaze, his eyes hardened in contrast with the bashfulness that shone on his cheeks.

“oh, you found him. thanks for that.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his gaze back to the dog. you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. to be fair though, what did you expect you’d do when you found where the dog was leading you?

“i should probably go.” your usually collected demeanor had been replaced with that of a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. with a stiff wave, you took your leave, turning on your heel.

“wait.” his voice wavered, as if trying to catch himself before he spoke. “i can walk you home if you want. it’s the least i can do after you got him home.” he forced a smile onto his face, though it made him look more constipated than inviting. what happened to the snarky, aloof boy who had handed you your sketchbook just a few days ago?

still, you nodded, lips pressed into a line that you hoped resembled somewhat of a smile. surely, you should have been more worried about his sudden change in demeanor, but the relieved expression on his face seemed to soothe your nerves a bit. he assumed a spot next to you, tucking his hands in his pants pockets.

“your little buddy there lead me all over the city trying to find you, so i don’t exactly know how to get home from here, but maybe you can just lead me to the library.” you turned so you faced him, now aware of the close proximity between you two. nobara would probably laugh in your face if she could witness the moment you paused, stunned by the eye contact he made with you under his thick eyelashes. had you been perceptive enough in the moment, you may have noticed the blush creeping up his face. he nodded his head, which was already tilted down to face you fully, with eyes hazy and lips slightly parted.

“it’s just this way, i’ll show you.” he removed his hand from its pocket to point up the hill that had brought you to him in the first place. you gripped the straps of your backpack and faced in the direction he pointed to obediently, hoping to ignore the weird tension in the air. what could you talk to him about?

before you could continue your internal dilemma, he cleared his throat again. “you seem to like the library a lot, huh?”

by god was this boy terrible at small talk.

“i guess i do, but i don’t know how you came to that conclusion considering i only just brought up the library.” you cocked an eyebrow as you looked at him, probably sounding more annoyed than you’d intended.

he smiled knowingly at you, a hint of disbelief on his features as he raised his eyebrows. “i guess you wouldn’t know since your nose is always buried in a book, but i see you there like every day.”

your eyebrows furrowed so they practically touched, trying to rack your memory for seeing him in the library. “i’m sure i’d be able to recognize you if you did.” you were completely oblivious to the implications of how memorable you found him that laced your statement.

he shrugged nonchalantly. “believe it or not. i even tried sitting down in front of you a few times, but you were always too focused on your books to notice.” his smile was almost bittersweet as you waited by a stoplight. before you could respond, he continued. “it’s kind of admirable though. i think it’s nice that you’re so passionate about your books.”

you took a chance to look at him, really look at him, for the first time since you’d glared at him biking by. he held your gaze, eyes gentle. there was absolutely no way this was the same boy carrying your sketchbook in his bag from a few days ago.

“well if you think i’m so nice, what was with you trying to be all smart about my sketchbook?” ever the stubborn one, you were.

he shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “you really should be more careful of your stuff. i was just letting you know. it’s not like i would have put in that effort for just anyone’s sketchbook. i guess i was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it again. sorry if i offended you.”

the way he was blushing would have made any bypasser believe he’d just asked you to marry him.

“it’s just…” he continued “after seeing you in the library all the time, i thought you were really impressive. i thought if i tried to return your sketchbook, i could impress you too.” he kicked a rock that touched the edge of his sneaker.

“why would you wanna impress me?” your obliviousness was excruciating for the poor boy, though it was completely sincere on your end.

“you know, for someone so smart, you really are dense.” he pursed his lips, feigning annoyance. “and here i was thinking i was so obvious.”

at this point, you were nearing the library, and suddenly desperate to continue this conversation that you would have been dreading at the start of this walk.

“when it was obvious you weren’t gonna look up from your book, i tried checking out as many books as i could to get on your radar.” his smile had a weird hint of sadness behind it. you stayed silent, piecing together facts in your head.

“recognize the name megumi fushiguro?”

oh.

it pained you for a moment to know you’d have to tell nobara she was right.

“you’re megumi fushiguro?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise, mouth slightly agape. he seemed to stifle a laugh at your expression.

“i mean, what were you expecting?” he looked a little too smug for someone who was too scared to talk to you in the library.

“some weird old person, probably.” you shrugged, still with an incredulous look on your face. “i’m glad it wasn’t though.”

“oh?” he really did have a nice smile. “i guess you’re glad it was me then.” even he was unsure of this sudden confidence.

you pondered his question for a moment, but your body moved before your brain did, nodding your head slowly. he seemed to loosen up then, hands out of his pockets again, making you aware of how close you stood to him with the way his fingers brushed yours every few steps. a slight sadness filled your being as you stopped in front of those squeaky library doors that suddenly seemed so uninviting.

“i’ll tell you what then,” he started confidently, juxtaposing the bashful way he avoided eye contact with you all of a sudden “come to the library again tomorrow, and i’ll meet you there. really meet you this time, not just walking past your table. i can show you my favorites there and you can show me yours, it’ll be…fun.” he looked up almost worriedly for your reaction, slightly angry at himself for his sudden shyness, you seemed to have quite the effect on him.

there was a beat of silence, and he almost cut the tension in the air by taking back his request and booking it back home. before he could fully hatch his master escape plan, you reached over to grab his hand, his slender fingers lacing through yours. you gave it a light squeeze, and swore you could feel him jump a little at the contact.

“i’d like that a lot,” you looked in his eyes, which had gone from defensive to doe like in just your five words “megumi fushiguro.” he loved the way his name sounded coming from you. his anticipation cracked into a smile as he squeezed your hand back, and you prided yourself on getting to make him smile again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, then.” he leaned down slightly as he said it, reminiscent of how he had scolded you about your sketchbook just a few days ago. you nodded in response, unable to stop the giddy smile stretching across your face.

tomorrow couldn’t come any faster.