#so. moves to next section -> doesnt know how to start -> too hard = brain fart

[naenaex0xx]

mission focus is kinda failing rn but at least I got everything planned out TᵕT

[spideymarvelws]

Always But Not Forever

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

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Summary : During the interrogation of a mole, Tom learns something

A/n : I want to write something for the holidays but i dont do fluff (unless its requested) so here’s a angsty mob!au instead

Warnings : Torchere, blood, violence, cursing, illusion do death, fluff if you squint (dont worry it doesnt last long), mention of injuries, mention of manipulation, implied death?

Word Count : 1.7k

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“You know, I almost admire the audacity you must’ve had to pull off something like this,” Tom chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his white button up, “To betray us, to betray me,”

The pads of his fingers passed over the array of equipment laid out on the table in front of him, teasing the handles of guns, knives and other various torchere devices. Usually, he would just grab his trusty blade from the holder on his belt, slicing the person's throat to watch them bleed out on the chair, coughing and pleading for their life.

But this was a special occasion, one he wanted to drag on for as long as possible. He wanted to hear her screams fill the room, echoing its way around the warehouse. He wanted the floor to be soaked in her blood, dripping from her skin. He wanted to watch her life drain from her eyes slowly and painfully.

But first, he needed to get answers.

“So,” he said slowly, “Are you going to tell me why? Or do I have to force out out of you,”

The woman only chuckled, her eyes hooded as she stared him straight in the eye, “I think we both know the answer to that Tommy,”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he growled, striding up and grabbing her throat with enough force to lean the chair back, not caring if it were to fall and break on the hard, concrete floor.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” she fake pouted, “I thought you loved the name? Or is it only reserved for your whore of a wife,”

“You really want to die don’t you,” Tom chuckled darkly, bending down to look her directly in the eyes, face inches apart, “You’re on thin fucking ice,”

“And I want to shatter it,” she sneered, leaning her own face forward as much as she could with the restraints tied around her, “Just like I did your best pals heart,”

Tom felt his chest tighten at the mention of Harrison. He would never blame the blond for what happened, because despite the guilt he held, he knew that it wasn't his fault. He blamed himself for getting his friend in the hospital on his deathbed. Well maybe not that drastic, Harrison was a hard fucker to get rid of, he knew that no matter what he would hang on  but it felt like he had already lost him.

He couldn't get the images out of his head, the flashes of red, screams pounding in his ear. But the sight of her standing above his best friend, gun in hand, ready to fire. The thought alone made his go feral.

And he hated that, he hated that she knew how to get under his skin so easily. After getting so close, to not just him but his close family, his friends, to you. He could already picture the hurt that would spread across your face when he would tell you. You both valued close bonds with people, building that relationship to something reliable, something worth trusting.

So when that trust was broken, all hell broke loose.

“I’m sure you’ll do just a fine job at that,” he muttered, standing back straight up, “And the moment you do I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,”

“Oh we both know you couldn't do that Tommy,” she smirked, “Not when I have so much valuable information that you so desperately need,”

Tom chuckled, picking up a syringe filled with a light blue liquid. His fingers flicked the cover before taking it fully off, revealing the needle to the open air, “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he turned back around to face her, his face void of emotion, “Gag her,”

Him and his men had spent the next, god knows how long trying countless methods and tactics they always used to get people like her to talk. But nothing worked, even after repeatedly taking out the gag, waiting for the answers they had been searching for, she didn't budge.

She stayed completely stoic.

Tom tried his best to keep calm, unbuttoning the top of his shirt when his breath became restraint with the added pressure to around his neck

“It wouldn't matter anyways,” she sniffed, finally calming down while spitting out a wad of blood from her mouth, “I’ve already gotten what I wanted,”

“What the fuck is that suppose too mean,” Tom said exasperatedly.

“It means-,” she interrupted herself while trying to stop the sick laughter threatening to erupt from her throat, “I never thought you cared so much about me Tommy, to spend so long with me when-,” she tilted her head to the side, “You have a wife at home don’t you?”

Tom felt his heart stop, “What did you do?”

“Might want to check that little wifey of yours Tommy,” she cackled, blood splattering from her mouth, staining the collar of her shirt and the floor in front of her, “Who knows how much time she might have left!”

“WHAT! The fuck! Did you do!” He screamed, clutching her bloody shirt in his fists, not caring if some of the liquid transferred to his already red hands.

“You left me alone, with Y/n, for months,” she giggled, “What do you think I did?”

“If you hurt her-,”

“You’ve already done your worst to me Holland,” the grin settling on her face became unsettling, “Now it’s my turn to watch you suffer,”

Tom didn't want to question her further. He didn't want his temper to take over the little control he tried to maintain over his mind. With a short gruff he pulled away from the woman, walking over to one of his men stationed by the door of the warehouse.

“Break her legs and take her to the hut, prepare the call and get Dr brown on the phone and tell Sam to get to Y/n as soon as possible,” he whispered under his breath, “Take me back home to my wife,”

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“Good Girl,” you yawned, lazily scratching the top of Tessa’s head. It had been a chill day for you in the mansion, lounging around in your husband's clothes while you decorated your section of the building, preparing for the holidays. Tom insisted on getting decorators, knowing how clumsy you were, he didn't want you to hurt yourself. At least that’s the excuse he told you, you knew it was because he didn't want you doing any work on your holidays. 

Nevertheless, you were proud of the work you’ve done, the lights strung along your bedroom walls illuminating the room, making your placement by the window feel more cozy than usual. And with the addition of the cutest dog and a mug of ginger tea, staring out into the snowy garden never felt more calming. The only thing that would make this better is to be cuddled with your personal teddy bear, but your prayers were answered when he called unexpectedly.

“Hi Tommy,” you answered sweetly, gulping down a good bit of the tea,“What’s wrong? I thought you were busy with work?”

“Y/n?” Tom said seriously, a hard edge to his voice you never heard when he talked directly to you, “Y/n, you need to listen to me right now, okay?”

“Okay,” you sat up, throwing your blanket off your lap, “Okay, yeah,” you learnt not to question things like these with Tom’s line of work.

“Where are you right now?” you could hear the click of his shoes hitting the floor in the background, the sound of the vehicle's engines vroomed to life.

“I’m in our bedroom, with Tessa,” you answered quickly, squinting your eyes when you watched her body bounce away when your hand retracted from her fur, “Well just me now,” 

“You’re going to need to go to the medic bay, Doctor Brown will be there and he’ll explain everything,” a car door slammed shut, ��Sam is coming to escort you, just,” he let out a deep breath, “Are you alright?”

You melted at the crack in his voice, clearing your throat before answering him, “I’m fine Tommy, never felt better,”

“Are you sure love?” he whispered, his voice losing its harsh tone, falling back to the soft, breathy one you grow to love.

“I’m-,” you moved away from the phone, coughing into your sleeve, “Sorry, uh, yeah I’m fine Tom,”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re okay to me,”

“I-,” you coughed again, this time more violently that the last, “It’s just a cough, probably from that food truck we went out to last night,” you forced a chuckle, trying to keep the air as light hearted as possible.

“A cough? When did this start,” Tom said urgently.

“Uh, this morning i think?” you sniffled, shuffling around to find a tissue box for your sudden runny nose, “I’m sure it’s just a bug Tommy,”

“Y/n, Is Sam there yet?”

“I didn’t hear him no,” your coughing continued, “Do you want me to go outside to check?”

“No, no, stay until he comes, I don’t want you going by yourself,”

Tom’s words began to blur when you took note of the red sploshing your white hoodie. You ran to the bathroom, cursing at the blood trailing from your nose, staining the bottom half of your face.

Your raging coughs continued, splattering droplets across the marble counter

“Love? Are you still there?” Tom said panicked, “Sam said he’s moving as quick as he can,”

“Tommy,” you whimpered, your hand clutching your chest in pain, “I-,” you braced yourself against the counter, feeling weaker and weaker, “Tommy, I don’t-,”you grabbed at your closing throat, “I don’t feel so good,” 

“Love? Y/n?” Tom said frantically, “Hey, hey, hey, listen to me, Sam is almost there, I’m so close to our house, hang in there okay?” he debated his next words, “You’ve been poisoned okay? You’ve been poisoned and if you get the help in time you will get better, just,” his voice hitched, “Please don’t go,”

Your throat burned as your breath started to become short, hiccupy wheezes. Blood began to drip from your nose and mouth onto the tiled floor. You could feel your chest tighten, your heart physically hurting until you couldn't take in any longer.

“Tom-my?” you managed to let out before collapsing on the floor, the shouts of your name echoing in the back of your ear before blackness covered your eyesight, followed by a bright, white light.

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[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Real World Inspiration

for additional physical features you can add to dragons! (previous post was an edit of the D&D black dragon. Next post will be some examples of dragon designs I made.)

The classic european dragon design used in a lot of mainstream fantasy is already kind of a mashup of many different animal features. Bat wings, long swan-like neck, lizard scales and tail, feet that look like reptilian lion feet or bird of prey talons, heads that are partway between a horse and a crocodile, horns like a goat or ram. They’re chimeric and that’s fun to work with. But they do often end up being mostly just big scales, a pair of horns, and then a lot of random spikes. And that’s fine, but there are so many weird physical structures that exist on real world animals which could easily be used on dragons. Let’s look at them in a series of specific categories.

(Under a cut cuz it got so very very long sorry)

(Description: a collage titled "spikes", showing real world animals with lots of spiky structures on their bodies. Photos of an iguana and a crocodile are labeled "osteoderms". A photo of an echidna is labeled "modified hair". And a photo of an inflated porcupine fish is labeled "modified scales". End description.)

Since dragons are usually depicted as reptilians, osteoderms and modified scales would be the most common way to add lots of spikes in a realistic manner. Iguanas have a whole crest of tall osteoderms on their spines, and the bumps all along a crocodile's back are also osteoderms.

Osteoderm means "bone skin" and they're basically just calcified skin deposits. Boney, but lightweight, not as sturdy as bones, and not at all connected to the skeleton. Armadillo armor is also a form of osteoderm.

Scales are made of a similar material to fingernails, hair, and feathers, and sometimes they get really spiky without necessarily including osteoderm structures. I used a porcupine fish for that but it turns out science is uncertain what their spines actually are. The thorny devil lizard is a good example though, that thing is nothing but spiky scales (even its big facial horns have no bone underneath)

And of course things like echidna, porcupines, and hedgehogs are covered in spikes that are just really thick sturdy hairs. Evolution is bizarre.

And those are all very effective ways to put lots of spikes on a dragon without adding extra weight from bone spikes that emerge from the skeleton.

(Description: a photo collage titled "dangly bits" showing several animals that have extra flesh hanging from parts of their bodies. Photos of a turkey, rooster, and long wattled umbrella bird are labeled "wattles". A photo of an anole lizard showing its throat display and a photo of a moose are labeled "dewlaps". And a drawing of a catfish is labeled "barbels". End description.)

Wattles are pretty common in many bird species. Extra neck flesh that usually starts by the jaw and may be connected further along the neck but doesnt have to be. The umbrella bird here has a retractable wattle covered in feathers which it can move to make it look like it has a very long pinecone hanging off its neck. I love how weird it is.

A similar structure is the dewlap, which can be found on lizards like anoles and iguanas, but can also be found in birds and even mammals. It's a fleshy protrusion from the neck which can be small and dangly or rather large. Sometimes it's ts flat, but sometimes it's chubby, like on some rabbits.]

And of course we have catfish barbels, which are like thick fleshy whiskers. Lots of asian dragon depictions include barbels because they take inspiration from carp, like the koi fish.

(Description: a collage titled "frills" showing animals which have various flaring body parts. Photos of a frilled lizard, a chameleon, and a photo collection of birds I couldn't identify, are labeled "crests". Photos of a betta fish, a black bass, and a lionfish, are labeled "fins". End description.)

I'm not sure the frilled lizard counts as having a crest but I had to include it somewhere. I did not look hard enough to learn exactly how it raises its frill, but I did find that the frill only has two very thin bones in it, right by the jaw. The rest is just really precise musculature I guess.

Chameleon crests are built on bone structures, like the ceratopsian dinosaurs bony neck frills. And of course, there are countless bird species that have feathery crests of all forms.

I know I said on my posts correcting official dnd dragons that I disliked the neck fins on those, but fins can look like that with sturdy points and scalloped edges. I just dont like the way they're usually drawn on dragons, with a singular lonely neck fin that has thick bones in it. It would be much more fun if it was accompanied by other fin structures to create a more cohesive creature. May as well go all the way if you're going to add any frill, right?

(Description: a collage titled "bizarre extras" showing animals that have really weird and unique physical features. Photos of a bat, a star nosed mole, and a mandril, are labeled "noses". Photos of a sage rouse's mating display and a frog's vocal sac are labeled "ballooning". And a photo of the spider tailed viper is labeled "lures". End description.)

This is the section for the weird miscellaneous stuff I basically never see in dragon art. Which is a shame because the real world is full of the weirdest creatures. Weird noses serve purposes by interacting with scent in complex ways, or in the mandril's case, being a point of display. Noses with weird structures can also create different noises for communication.

Lots of creatures have ballooning display structures. Usually for the purposes of attracting a mate and competing for territory. Sage grouses, prairie chickens, frigate birds, and of course frogs, all have weird throat structures they can inflate for communication, attraction, and intimidation. Dragons could even use it as part of their breath weapons. Why not have an extra sac in the throat to carry a special gas or something?

And lures! Angler fish, snapping turtles with tongues that look like worms, and this absolutely bizarre snake that has evolved modified scales on the tip of its tail to resemble a spider. Many animals use specially adapted body parts to lure prey, which then allows them to hunt without expending too much energy. Being a predator is hard work, and most predators will back away from a fight because they do not want to spend the energy or risk injury when they can find an easier target.

Dragons are huge! They must need so much meat to maintain their energy stores. I think it's sensible for some dragons to live quietly, spending as little energy as possible while they use adapted body parts to lure prey. A dragon in a cave with a modified tail that resembles treasure? A green dragon disguised as a small hill in a field with a long tongue that resembles a delectable plant to lure in cattle? Dragons in dark environments with bioluminescent lures? I know big dramatic dragon battles are fun, but this is just such a good concept I'm sad I don't really see it used.

Anyway theres a lot of real world physical features that I think could be used on dragons more. My method of finding interesting and unique ideas for dragons is usually to just google "weird/cool (insert animal here)".

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

how did you guys start learning how to use the code for cog? I’ve been trying for like two years but keep giving up because i can’t understand how it works LOL im more of a writer and don’t know a single thing about code -a (just gonna mark my asks LOL)

Well, Faye learned it first, then taught me! It's not that hard, it just takes some getting used to; I recommend using smth like Notepad++ to write in and color code different bits of code. I'll give a guide here for anyone who wants to try it or in case smth here helps you get it! I'll leave yall like pictures of examples of things after I word it all out.

Some main things to remember:

You have two files that HAVE to have specific names. Startup, where all your created permanent variables go (+ some more things, I'll get into those later, plus any additional content you want), has to be named startup.txt always. The files that holds your stat "pages" also has a specific name; choicescript_stats.txt has to always be its name.

In your startup file, you have multiple things: variables you created that will be used multiple times over multiple files; your scene list, where you put all your scenes and list them in sequential order; your name as the author; your game title; yhe copyright wording; and, during your time using dashingdon, the code string to make saves work. You can also have more in it of course, but those are the main things.

You will be indenting a LOT. A single indent is either 4 spaces with ur spacebar or your tab key. You can ONLY choose one or the other, do NOT EVER mix spaces and tabs, it'll break things. Choose one n stick with it.

Coding in CS is pretty simple once you learn it. There isn't a whole lot of commands due to it being more simplified to be more beginner friendly, so lets get into those.

Creating a variable. In your startup file, all you have to do to make a variable you want to use is *create variablename, plus whether it's a numerical, has a string of text, or is true/false. examples: Numerical would be *create variable 0; string would be *create variable ""; and true/false *create variable false (or replace false w true if you want it to be true up till smth turns it false).

Using the variable. There's a LOT of ways to use a variable. Like, a shit ton. Let's start w smth like the name variable a lot of people use! So, let's say you've written a choice up to set player name (I'll show you how to format a choice in a bit). Under your choice options, you can then use *set name "name" and to use it in text, you simply do ${name}! If you let someone choose their name (which I'll also show you how to do), you can do *set name "$!{name}" to make sure it's always capitalized! (Only need to do this when players pick their own names, when you use *set name "name" you can capitalize it inside the "").

Using the variable #2. For doing *if statements (commands that let you dictate different things, like say a scene will only play if a certain variable is true or false, a choice is only avaliable if the player meets a certain criteria, etc), it's pretty simple. You just for true/false: *if (variable) for if it's true (you need the parenthesis for this one) and *if (not(variable)) for false. For a string, *if (variable = "whatever you've got it set to") or *if (variable != "whatever you've put") <this one is for if the variable doesnt equal that. For numerical: *if (variable = 0) (or whatever number u got), *if (variable <= 0) (for if the variable is equal to or less than the number), *if (variable >= 0) (if variable is more or equal to number), *if (variable > 0) (variable more than 0), and *if (variable < 0) (variable less than number). Outside of using the *if statement to open or close off a choice, you always indent under it once until the content only available for it is done.

Using the variable #3: Setting variables. Okay so, what you set your variables to and how you do will effect how you can set up stats eventually, which we'll get into. Your variables you created as numerical values can be set two ways: with just adding/minusing numbers (which you HAVE to be careful with and keep track of; cs does NOT work with negative numbers) or percentages (like in the stats you see as Cautious or Careful). Basically: *set variable +3 (for normal numbers), or *set variable %+3 (for percentages). Percentages are safest when you plan on having a stat be able to be negated a lot, but it also makes it harder to figure out how it's going to increase/decrease. I personally prefer the regular numbers for like counting how many options someone can use before they're kicked out of a choice branch, or when you use a counter for relationship points.

Making a choice. Alright, so, choices. The bread and butter of interactive fiction. There are two types of choices inside of CS: *choice choices and *fake_choice choices. You will mostly use *fake_choice choices as *choice ones are reserved ONLY for when you're jumping the player to a different scene/path/etc. *fake_choice choices can also do this, but they also can be used for literally anything: setting variables like appearance, name, etc; dialogue; stat changes (like in TWC when you chose which stat to build); etc etc. To set up a choice you go to a fresh line in your coding word processor, then for a fake choice: *fake_choice (on the first line). Hit enter, indent once, and now you can make your choices! all you do is #(choice stuff here) (with no ()). Then, under your choice if it has content, you indent twice before starting. You also have to indent twice each time you start a new paragraph in the content. Each time you make a new choice, you simply indent once and use # before the choice's stuff. Once you're done with the choices, go to a new line under the choices section and dont indent to continue.

Making a choice #2: *choice choices. Okay, so *choice choices are made the same, EXCEPT you only use them to send the player elsewhere. So, follow the same setup as a *fake_choice (except with *choice instead, ofc), but the "content" will be generally a *goto_scene scenename (you port the player to a completely new file, called a "scene) or a *goto labelname (keeps the player in the current file, but allows you to show different versions of a scene or of a section of your chapter to the player, plus you can make them all eventually meet up again). I generally say use a standard *goto versus a *goto_scene unless you want to change so much you NEED to use different files.

*goto labelname and labels. Basically, labels are your friends. They're really nice and make it to where you can make different scenes with choices without making you have huge indented craziness under a choice. Also, it lets you make a choice where the player can select MULTIPLE options. All you need to do is *goto labelname , then somewhere down the file put *label labelname and all the content you want under it. After you're done and you have a spot you want everything to meet up at, you can do another *goto labelname , go down the file, and do *label labelname again! Sounds WAY more complicated than it is, trust me.

Ending a scene. So, you've come to the end of your chapter. You're ready to move players to the next one, but how do you do that? *finish is all you need! At the end of your file, all you gotta do *finish (and you can put some words as a transition following it, like when you move to the next page)! That's it, the game will move to the next available scene! If there isn't one, your player will get that scene that asks if you want to play again.

Next Page. In case you aren't aware, all you need to "change" a page is *page_break (any words you want in transition without these ().)

Stat Page Shenanigans. Now, I hate stat pages. With a fuckin passion. It's the thing I leave last and pretend it doesn't exist until I absolutely have to make it. Making "pages" in your stats page isnt too bad; all you do is a *choice with choices that lead to labels where each thing falls. Remember, each label needs it's own *choice too so the player can navigate to other "pages". To make stat bars and stuff isn't too bad ig... I just hate doing it. all you gotta do is *stat_chart, then indent each stat bar/counter under it. it'll put them all next to each other, too. There's multiple stat types: opposed_pair variable (and you can indent under it and put the words you want an opposed pair to show); for a numerical counter, you need a numerical variable, then *stat_chart and indented under it is text variable Variableword(s); and for a percentage bar, you need a variable that you've been setting with %s, then under a *stat_chart you put percent variable variablenameorword.

This is a lot of just the basics; if y'all want me to go into like... more SPECIFIC things that you don't get or more complicated manuevers lemme know in the ask box, I'll be glad to help u! Now, photos:

Startup page shenanigans. You have the copyright wording (which I broke into *comment s mainly bc it kept bugging otherwise), the *title which sets your title, *author which sets the author, and *scene_list plus subsequent "scenes" or files that hold new chapters/portions of the game.

Different types of variables created. Ones like sarcasm and mercy are set at 50 to start because I use them as opposed pairs like Sarcastic/Genuine and Merciful/Wrathful. You can also name a variable anything you want.

Here we go, a screenshot with a LOT going on. Firstly, a *fake_choice choice. A *page_break. And a *choice choice + one of the labels it jumped to.

Two examples of *if statements and choices, plus how they work together.

Some stat charts.

Some of this was taken from WCA, hope you don't mind! It's the one open in my word processor so I used it for some things while others I typed up myself. I hope this helps you some and anyone else!!

[absandersons]

Prompt: Dean drives Sam to the library routinely & pretends he hates it (but Sam knows he has a library card). Dean's started seeing a new face in the library, always reading books about spiders, but he doesnt how to break the ice. Until one day, he finally sits down and invites Cas over to his place to see his pet tarantula. When they get there, the tarantula is missing. Both are afraid of spiders: Cas was only researching for an assignment & Dean only got a tarantula to impress Cas.

This is literally the funniest prompt I have ever received, I literally laughed for a minute straight when I read it.  Thank you so much, this was such a fun one to write, I hope you like it!

Words: 2063 (what can I say, the spider sparked my creativity)

Dean pretends to hate the library.  Someone had to put up the front of being the cool intimidating brother, and they both knew that wasn’t going to be Sam, even though he was about a foot taller than Dean now.  No, that didn’t make Dean self-conscious.

He takes Sam to the library at least once a week, Sam insists he studies better when he was there, Dean rolling his eyes and relenting, sprawling out in one of the hard wooden chairs and pretending to be bored on his phone until he could sneak off to peruse the stacks himself, where he was sure Sam wouldn’t see him.  He reads Tolstoy and Vonnegut and Dostoyevsky and Salinger, even dipping into those Hunger Games books that everyone was so unto a few years before (his review? They’re pretty good, make him feel like he’s a fast reader).

It’s an easy routine, something that Dean will never in a million years admit how much he enjoys.  The quiet shelves that all smell like dust, pencil shavings, and old books are peaceful, something that makes him feel like he can breathe a little easier, that life is a simple as sinking down onto the worn, stained carpet, his back being poked by a metal divider between the S’s and the T’s and losing himself in the inky words printed on the page.

One Sunday in the dead of winter, Dean’s in his usual hiding place in the back corner of the library.  It’s a little darker here, but when your eyes get used to the lower light, it’s easy to read.  He’s lost in the world of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road today, and is so immersed that he doesn’t even notice someone looking at the shelves next to him, right up until they trip over his feet in the aisle and crash onto the floor with a thud loud enough to shake the books stacked towards the ceiling.

“Shit!” Dean cries in a stage whisper, surprised, but not surprised enough to use a regular speaking voice, he isn’t an animal, this is a library after all.  He scrambles to help the person up in the semi-darkness and then is face to face with a pair of wide blue eyes.

“Sorry,” the stranger whispers, trying to arrange his clothes, which Dean notices fit the attire of a college professor more than a student, and this guy looked like a student.

“S’no problem, my fault, I probably shouldn’t sit in the middle of the aisle.”

The guy nods, smiling a little shyly, and then hurries off before Dean can even catch his name.  Damn.  He was good looking too.

Dean sheepishly moves out of the aisle and to a small table which, though more in the light, is also open enough that Sam could see him if he walks by, and Dean still wasn’t sure he wants to deal with the smug look that would take up residence on his brother’s face if he saw him reading.  But man, this book was just a little too good to put down.

Surprise surprise, he does get caught.  Sam taps him on the shoulder with a wide grin, his bag hooked over his shoulder, clearly ready to go.

“So much for hating the library huh?”

“Ok, whatever, I just come here for the pictures.”

“Kerouac isn’t exactly kid’s stuff.”

Dean rolls his eyes and gets to his feet, looking anywhere but at Sam.  He tucks the book under his arm.  He had to check it out and finish it tonight, it’s just that good.

They walk by the guy that had tripped over Dean earlier. He’s hunched over his table, his hands flying across a notepad he has next to him, several books about spiders spread out around him.  Dean makes a mental note of it.  He was going to talk to that guy if he saw him again, he’s always up for a good challenge, and spider-boy looked like the perfect one.

He does see spider-boy again the next week, when Sam simply has to study for a midterm he has coming up.  He’s wearing thick glasses with dark frames this time, his nose an inch from the diagram of a garden spider he’s copying.  Dean tries to work up the courage to go talk to him, but there’s something so taboo about interrupting someone when they’re so clearly in a groove, so Dean watches him from the non-fiction section, observing the way his hair brushes the edge of the book he’s staring at, and the way he cracks his knuckles every so often when his hand starts cramping.

Dean decides he’s being a freak.  He goes back to his little table and picks up Tortilla Flat by Steinbeck.

It goes on like this for nearly two months.  Dean sees spider-boy every week, who’s name, he learns, is Cas, always at the same table, always working on something to do with spiders. And every week, Dean swears he’s going to go talk to him, but he has no idea how.  He’s never been this nervous to talk to someone, but there’s a little nagging voice in the back of his head, what if this guy thought he was an idiot? What if they had nothing to talk about?

So, he does what he does best: he hatches a master plan at his little table in the back of the library.

He’s a genius.

“You’re an idiot,” Sam sighs, staring out the window of the Impala at the looming brick building of the library grew closer.  Dean had put his plan into action the day before, and was eager to get to the library and ask Cas to come home with him, see his prize.  He had insisted that Sam get a ride home with his girlfriend, and Sam had been only too happy to oblige.

“This’ll make a great story for Eileen I guess.”

“This is going to work.”

Sam laughs again.

“Like I said, you’re an idiot.”

Dean doesn’t waste time.  The second he steps inside, and smells the familiar old-book smell, he heads straight for Cas’ table.  Cas is wearing his glasses today, and is reading a book called The History of the Arachnid, he’s leaning back on his chair so two legs were off the ground. A rebel.  Dean’s kinda guy.

Dean plops down across from him, and Cas lowers his book in surprise.

“Hi, you probably don’t remember me-”

“I see you every week.”

This catches Dean off guard.  Cas arches an eyebrow, and then laughs a little.

“I’m Cas.”

Dean knows this, the librarian, Mrs. Covere, is a total gossip who loves Dean, and he had wheedled it out of her three weeks prior to hatching his plan.

“Hi Cas, I’m Dean.”

“Nice to meet you, Dean,” Cas smiles at him, clearly intrigued, and Dean isn’t going to disappoint.

“Listen,” Dean starts, leaning across the table with his hands clasped in front of him, “I see you reading a lot about spiders.  And, though there are other books out there, I was wondering if you wanted to stope reading about them and come meet a real one.”

Cas pales by a few degrees, and Dean rushes to explain so he doesn’t come across like a total freak.

“It’s just.  Uh, well, I just got this guy, and he seems pretty cool, and you, uh, seem into spiders and I was just wondering if you, like you totally don’t have to, I don’t want to make it seem like, anyway, uh, the offer’s there?  I guess…”

He trails off, kicking himself for rambling so much.  That was not part of the master plan.  But Cas, though still pale, smiles at him again.

“Sure, as long as you promise not to murder me.”

Dean grins back.

“Scout’s honor,” he raises his hand in salute, “You can ask Mrs. Covere, she’ll vouch for me.”

The ride over to Sam and Dean’s shared apartment with Cas is quiet.  He doesn’t seem to feel every silence with words, and Dean’s the same, he likes that.  He wasn’t sure he could talk much anyway, he would probably say something that would ruin the surprise.

Dean jumps out of the car and hustles to his door the second he parks, and Cas follows, still with those wide, interested eyes, his reading glasses tucked carefully into the breast pocket of his dress shirt. Dean had never seen anyone dress so formally all the time, he would have to ask him about it, after his amazing ice-breaker.

Dean heads straight for the enclosure the man at the pet store had suggested to him, looks in the tank…and his stomach falls into his shoes.

There is supposed to be a tarantula that Dean had purchased in that tank.  There is not a tarantula in that tank.

“Ha ha,” Cas is standing next to him, also looking into the clearly empty tank, “Good one.  Where did you hide it?”

Dean’s throat is very dry.  His eyes flick from floor, to wall, to ceiling.  Can they even get on the ceiling?

“Um.  This isn’t a joke.  He, uh, got out I guess.”

Cas eyes widen with palpable fear, he takes an automatic step toward the door.

“Oh hell no, nope no, I gotta go.”

“Wait!  You’re the only one here with any idea at all what to do!”

Cas gapes at him, Dean feels like he’s hyperventilating, suddenly feeling like there was maybe something on his back.

“What do you mean?  I don’t know anything about-”

“You’ve read nothing but spider books for the last two months!”

“It was for my term paper!  I hate spiders!”

“Well I do too!”

“Then why do you have one in your house?!”

“Because it was my master plan!  I thought it would impress you!”

Cas splutters, half laughing.

“Wait,” Dean continues, “Why did you come with me if you hate spiders?”

“Because I wanted to impress you,” Cas cries, still looking all around the room for their missing spider friend.  Dean follow his eyes, searching for the traitor.  He was supposed to get him laid, not be a cock block.

You’re gonna have such a cool home after this too, he thinks bitterly, you do this to me, and I’m going to give you to Charlie.  She loves all kinds of weird pets, you’ll be living the dream, I don’t deserve this man.

Yes, he’s talking to a tarantula in his head, these are desperate times.

He looks up at Cas, half desperate, half terrified that Cas was going to walk out the door and start going to the library across town.

“Listen, please help me find him, and I swear I’ll take you on a normal date after.”

Cas just nods.

It takes them the better part of an hour to track down the spider, who is hiding in the corner of the living room by Dean’s guitar, and then ten minutes of rock, paper, scissors to decide who picks him up. Dean loses, damn paper, and doesn’t immediately yell when it crawls on his hand because this is a delicate operation and, even though he hates spiders, he actually didn’t want to freak the little dude out.

Dean calls Charlie immediately after he’s back in his enclosure, and tells her she needs to come grab her new pet ASAP.  He and Cas sit on the couch, staring at the lighted enclosure, trying to make sure the tarantula stayed in place this time.

Charlie shows up ten minutes later, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and happily scoops the spider into a “travel carrier” as she calls it. Dean carries all the spider supplies out to her car, and as she straps him carefully into the passenger seat she calls,

“Say bye to Aragog!”

Dean and Cas wave as she drives away, Charlie eyeing Dean from her rearview mirror.  He knows he’s going to have to give a full report later.

“I have to say,” Cas says quietly after a minute, “That was the most fun I’ve ever had on a first date.”

Dean’s heart skips a beat.  

“Just how I drew it up.  You hungry?  Let’s go get something to eat.”

Cas slides his hand into Dean’s as they walk towards his car, and Dean can’t help but think he owes Aragog a drink or two.

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Miniskirt

AN: @liliesoftherain​ She edited this for me so thanks. Also thanks to Aku in my erotica discord for editing this (she doesnt have a tumblr).  Credits to whoever owns the Aizawa gif. The lyrics are a bit wonky cause its roughly translated Korean so excuse me *bows*.

The prompt is an idol fem reader x Aizawa. I got inspired by this, Miniskirt by AOA.

Warning: Graphic smut. Dominant Aizawa. Rough Oral Sex. Wall Sex. Deep Throating. Begging. Swallowing.

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“Thank you so much for supporting me. It means a lot to me that you guys are here. The next and last song for the night is Miniskirt, a hot little number before the show ends.” She said to the audience.

Y/N got to the center of the stage and stood in a bent-over position as she waited for her music cue. She had to know the effect she had on him. She was doing this on purpose, he was sure of it. Y/N had solely requested him weeks before to attend her first solo fan meeting for 5,000 fans and to handle any rowdy fans. He was here as an official pro hero and he was here to keep her safe. But why couldn’t he keep his eyes off her in that tight little leather suit she had on? He could see her ass cheeks hang out when she bent down.  Her midsection was covered with mesh and crisscrossing leather bands and her breasts were modestly covered by the leather. However, every time she bent down her generous breasts were on display and it was too much. She was too much. This game of not quite lovers but not quite friends had to end. By the end of the night, Y/N was getting exactly what she deserved for this 2-hour fiasco.

The music started and Y/N began swaying, and the sensual lyrics flowed from her mouth.

“When I wear a miniskirt and walk on the street. Everyone looks at me, but why are you the only one who doesn’t know?” Her husky voice sounded out and she sounded like a siren. She rolled her hips exotically as she dropped down to the floor and came back up.

Shouta swallowed back the saliva that had gathered in his mouth. He really should be watching the crowd for any suspicious activities, but at that moment Y/N looked mesmerizing.

“My risky high heels, black stockings. You won’t be able to take your eyes off of me.” She sang as she lifted her leg and trailed her fingers down her leather boots. Damn, her legs looked good in that, he couldn’t wait till he had those creamy long legs wrapped around his waist.

She flipped her hair out of the way as she continued. “Before other men come snatch me away, pay attention boy.” Y/N bent down, exposing her ass cheeks as the leather strained, and she shook her ass enticingly.

He groaned and looked away for a second before darting his eyes back. He shifted his feet a little and hoped that no one would notice his arousal. Thankfully, he was near the section where all the technical support were standing, so no one noticed his problem. They were all busy taking care of the performance.

Y/N continued her dance, delivering on her vocals and sexy dance moves, but honestly, Shouta didn’t notice anything. He was too frustrated and too pent up and he wanted the performance to end so he could whisk her away. Most of all, he wanted all these sweaty idol fanatics to stop trying to devour her with their eyes.

“I’m a confident girl, but why are you making me struggle? You only ignore me; I don’t know where I’ll bounce off to.” She sang and ended her song. A roar of the male fans screams echoed in the concert hall.  She did a cute pose with the peace sign and bowed to the audience. Y/N blew kisses and waved goodbye to her male fans.

Shouta kept his eyes on her till she disappeared from the stage. He made his way backstage and spotted Y/N heading to her dressing room. He weaved through the crowd of security and her managers. They all let him through, recognizing him as a pro hero. He followed after her, not alerting Y/N of his presence. He was about to reach her door when he swiftly closed the distance and grabbed her hand. Y/N startled but relaxed when she noticed it was only Shouta. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before entering the dressing room and pulling her along.

Shouta glanced around the room to make sure it was empty before quickly slamming her firm against the door.

“Kitten, that was quite the performance. “He said as he raised both of her hands above her head and pinned them there with one hand. “I know you wanted me to be here to see you dance like that in front of everyone.”

He used his other hand to slowly tease her through the mesh-like part of her outfit. Shouta could hear her breathing get faster and he squeezed her hips. “I know you wanted me at the sidelines, watching you move like that and knowing I couldn’t get to you and knowing I couldn’t do anything about it.” He looked at her in her eyes and he watched as her eyes dilate.

He decided to take his hand off her hips and slowly move down to her thighs and stroked the inner part of her thigh. Shouta heard Y/N’s breath hitch and quickly removed his hand.

“Did you have fun teasing me, kitten? I hope so because now it’s my turn.” Shouta growled before pulling her in a brutal kiss. He gave her no time to react to his sharp nips on her lips before plunging into her mouth and tangled her tongue in a battle. As he fought for dominance, he could feel her spirit diminishing and allowing him full reign of the kiss.

Y/N placed her hands around his neck hoping to get closer, however, he suddenly broke off the kiss. She whined at the loss and leaned forward in an effort to continue their kiss. Shouta grabbed her and kept her at a distance. “Not yet Y/N. Strip. You’re wearing leather, so logically it will be hard for me to do anything.”

It was easy enough to get her outfit off because she just had to unzip the entire thing from the back. She turned around and held her hair up.

“Shouta, help me. I can’t reach.” She asked.

He helped her and unzipped her outfit, and Y/N leaned back against Shouta. She could feel his arousal as she grinded against his excitement. He groaned, feeling the friction, send pleasure throughout his body. The outfit revealed her tanned skin and no sight of any underwear. He trailed his fingers down her back, causing her to shiver. “Kitten, you were performing with nothing underneath that. Fuck.” He growled and tugged the leather down her body and threw it elsewhere.

“Keep the boots on, I want to fuck you in them.”

Shouta hastily grabbed her and grabbed her legs and brought them around his waist. Taking his cue, Y/N wrapped them around him and grabbed his face, giving him desperate kisses. He braced her against the wall and returned the kisses, dominating her by giving harsh nips to her lips.

“Shouta, please I want to feel you.” She pleaded. He obeyed and took a few moments to dispose of his clothes before trapping her once again. From the position, he could feel the heat and the wetness from her cunt.  Shouta teased her entrance with the tip of the before sliding in slowly and removing it. He only allowed the tip of his cock to go in her cunt repeating the action multiple times. Y/N whined and cried out at the loss.

“You want me to fuck you?? Then tell me how much you want me. Beg like a whore.” He rumbled as he set about rutting against her wet cunt.

Y/N thrashed against the wall, trying to move her hips in hopes that will allow his member to enter her.

“Please, Shouta. Fuck me please I’ve wanted you for so long.” She pleads.

He slid his dick in her slit, allowing his member to be coated in her juices. “Not good enough. You thought it was a good idea to give everyone a show while I was in the room?” Shouta said as he smacked her thigh causing her to jump at the contact.

“Please, please Shouta I promise I’ll be good. I promise I won’t dance like that for anyone but you.” Y/N pleaded once again, but this time reaching for his face and placing kisses along his jawline. She nipped at a spot that got a whimper from him.

That got a response as Shouta finally thrusted in fully without giving her time to adjust and kept a brutal pace. She moaned and screamed so much he had to keep his palm on her mouth. “Quiet kitten, we wouldn’t your fans to know their precious idol is getting fucked like a slut.”

Shouta continued his harsh pace making Y/N slide up and down the wall. She kept whining; her sounds muffled by his large hand. Her eyes were fastened shut. Shouta kept one hand on her hips, while he used the other hand to grab her attention by slamming his palm on the wall.

“Kitten look at me. Keep your eyes on me while I’m fucking you.” He demanded. Y/N opened her eyes and looked into his. Shouta’s normally dry and irritated eyes were now shiny and round with excitement. It was too much and that proved to be her undoing, succumbing to her pleasure. She hid her face in Shouta’s shoulder to keep from screaming out her rapture.

“Y/N are you on birth control?” He asked as he continued his steady thrusting. But Y/N was still recovering from her orgasm and she neglected to hear anything he said. Shouta brought his hand onto her hair and tried to stroke it to grab her attention. He asked again about protection and she whimpered out a soft “no.”

So Shouta carried her off the wall and settled her onto the floor. “Y/N get on your knees.” He commanded as he started stroking his member. She knew immediately what he was asking for as she got on her knees and opened her mouth for his cock.  He guided the cock to her lips, allowing her to take the member inch by inch as to not overwhelm her. As she got used to the girth, he slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. Soon Shouta got impatient and grabbed her hair as support before roughly throat-fucking her. Her gags and gurgles turned him on more than he liked to admit as he spilled cum down her throat.

“Fuck, Y/N. You ok?” He asked as Y/N got up from her position and licked her lips, still tasting the salty residues.

“I’m ok. My throat is a little sore though.” She replied as she tentatively soothed her throat with her hand.

Shouta grabbed his clothes off the floor and started to get redressed, giving her a small smile full of affection.

“Get dressed I’m taking you out for that date we should have gone on a long time ago.”

[writebycandlelight]

Over the Wall

Prompt: An accident pushes forward some much needed admissions. 

Word Count: 2,189

Pairing: Erwin x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing Erwin, and I hope he doesnt feel to OOC T3T for some reason I find him hard to write for even though I think he’s like HOT AF. I think it has to do with me knowing he values humanity over a single person. Anyway...ENJOY.

Erwin was speaking to one of his Squad Leaders, pointing to where they needed to move the cannons next when screams interrupted his orders. By the edge of the wall, one of the Section Commanders, (Y/N), gasped. Erwin froze as he looked at the tottering woman, her eyes were as wide as saucers as she grasped at air and went over the edge of the wall. 

Erwin heard himself scream ‘no!’ as he raced forward after (Y/N) but his outstretched hand missed by a mile, grasping at air.

His other soldiers rushed to the edge of the wall, the wrong side of the wall to fall from if any. 

Over the edge of the wall, (Y/N) frantically pressed for gas, but it wasn’t working! She cursed, she’d just gotten her gear repaired. This wasn’t supposed to be happening! 

She could barely think now as her equipment failed her. Her (color) eyes looked up at the wall as she fell, things felt like they were going in slow motion. Atop the wall, staring down at her in horror were two icy blue orbs. 

“Erwin-” she cried out, her arms reaching toward his but her focus was cut off as she was roughly stopped from falling. 

She grunted and pain shot down her arm as her body jerked from the sudden movement. She screamed in agony, her hand clawing at her shoulder that felt like it was on fire. She hung limp biting back tears of pain that threatened to fall. But as (Y/N) regained her focus, she shrieked as she realized what held her.

“No!” she screamed, “No! Let me go!” But the titan, unassuming and unintelligent, began to raise her toward its open mouth.

(Y/N) blindly swung her blades at the titan, if it didn’t kill her now, the fall still might. She screamed louder and louder. This couldn’t be it. Not like this! Not because someone had knocked her off the wall. Not because she wasn’t being careful.

Her blade struck once or twice but it did nothing to stop the titan.

Praym she thought for a moment. Pray for the soldiers and pray for Erwin. Her darling Erwin. She wouldn’t even have gotten to say goodbye. At least she’d seen him one last time. (Y/N) let out one last chocked cry now as she felt herself being let go, and dropped into the titan’s mouth.

Erwin almost couldn’t move, seeing her fall like that. The look she’d given him as she’d realized she wasn’t going to survive. His heart broke and then rage and anger burned instead. Without a thought, as the first soldier to move, Erwin dove after her. He thought of nothing else but (Y/N) as he shot himself through the air, quick as a cat, Erwin sliced through the titan’s shoulder as it dangled (Y/N) over its open sticking mouth. Erwin screamed with rage and determination only to realize that the titan had dropped her and its arm dropped limply to its side.

Its huge jaws snapped shut.

“(Y/N)!” Erwin shouted as the titan gulped. He froze again, blood frozen and his face drained of color as he stood on the wall.

“No-” he whispered. His beloved (Y/N). How could he not have moved fast enough? How could he have lingered!? His grief was clouded by his own anger at himself. How could he, commander of the Survey Corp, let his own be taken like that? Right in front of him! Someone more important than a soldier in the first place. How could he let them take (Y/N), the woman he loved. His face went hot with anger. The titan would pay. He would kill it now! On his own. For her.

Erwin maneuvered himself from the wall and went straight for the nape of the neck. The titan reached out for him and was quick but Erwin was quicker. With an angry cry, Erwin sliced it’s hand off at the wrist, its hot blood splashing onto his face and into his blonde hair, but he didn’t care. It took another swing of his blades and Erwin sliced into its nape, the piece of flesh shot off the titan and it toppled over with a thunderous thud. Erwin landed on top of the titan, only to spot more coming his way. His boiling blood and grief made him want to fight them all right then and there, but he was no fool. Erwin was quick to retreat up the wall. Watching in bewilderment as the incoming titans swarmed to the fallen one. 

That was strange, Erwin thought, why were they going after it? Suddenly, from the throat of the fallen titan, a steel blade burst forth and with a gasp of life, (Y/N) followed. She breathed heavily, her injured arm hung uselessly at her side and she turned to face the incoming titans with a vengeance that made Erwin’s heart soar. That was the woman he loved. At that moment he raced back toward her.

“(Y/N)!” he called out to her, and without having realized, flanking him, came Mike and Levi. (Y/N) turned, startled by his voice and she let out a little gasp, her eyes filled with tears as Erwin scooped her up in his arm. 

“Oh, (Y/N). It’s going to be alright. You’re going to be safe,” he whispered and pressed his face to her hair, “I’ve got you now.” (Y/N) burst into tears as she dropped her blade and wrapped her working arm around him, her face pressed into his chest. Erwin hugged her to him tightly as he made his way up the wall. Levi and Mike followed close behind having made quick work of the titans.

Erwin didn’t let anyone near her as they made their way to the infirmary. He still carried her and (Y/N) was resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes were half-closed and she was looking up at him. She let out a soft quiet hum from her chest and Erwin looked down at her. Love welled up in his heart from the way she looked at him. Adoration and comfort shone back at him from her (Your Color)-colored eyes and she pressed her face against him.

“Erwin...I love you so much. I couldn’t believe I’d never told you before,” she began but Erwin shushed her. 

“Dont..don’t say things like that. You’re alive now. That is what matters to me. I love you too, (Y/N). I..I dont know what I’d do if i’d lost you,” he admitted quietly. The pain in his eyes made (Y/N) lift a hand to his cheek, caressing gently and his eyes fluttered at the touch.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered to her and (Y/N) bit her lip, her eyes were glazed with tears again, but these were tears of joy. Her hand slipped into his hair and toward his neck, pulling herself up and him down as she pressed her lips to his.

Erwin kissed her deeply, tasting her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and (Y/N) let him. They kissed breathlessly until someone cleared their throat. Erwin instinctively backed away, clutching (Y/N) tighter and (Y/N)’s hand in his hair shook from the start and the pain it brought to her injured arm as he did so.

“You should get her into the infirmary before more people find you two idiots out here,” Levi said crossing his arms. Mike was just behind him, a small smile on his usually unreadable face. 

(Y/N) flushed in embarrassment and Erwin let out a dry chuckle.

“When were you planning on telling anyone you were seeing her?” Levi demanded as he led them to the infirmary.

“It explains why you needed more help with paperwork,” Mike spoke up, making eye contact with (Y/N), “and never got it done,” he smirked and winked at her. (Y/N) squeaked with more embarrassment at her superior’s teasing and hid her face in Erwin’s shoulder, but she couldn’t help but smile too. 

Levi opened the door for them and then stood there in the doorway for a moment. Erwin looked back at his friend and gave him a curt nod before turning back to (Y/N). Levi and Mike disappeared to leave them to be treated and talk.

Erwin was seated beside her as she lay resting on the infirmary bed. She was sleeping after treatment and Erwin couldn’t bear to leave her side. She looked so peaceful there, just like she had a few nights before in his bed. He reached out to touch her cheek, stroking her skin softly, he pushed away hair that had fallen onto her face back into place. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner,” he murmured and reached for her good hand, he intertwined their fingers and leaned down to kiss it. Her hand was warm and it comforted him to feel her warmth of life. He stayed like that for a moment lips pressed to the back of her hand before turning it over and kissing her palm. The very hand that reached out to comfort him when he was stressed and debating, the hand that brought him pleasure, the hand that reached for him even when she didn’t realize it. Just being near her brought Erwin comfort.

“It’s not your fault-” 

Erwin looked up, startled. When had she woken up?

“(Y/N)! How are you feeling, my love?” Erwin asked scooting closer.

(Y/N) smiled sleepily at him and her hand squeezed his.

“Cold and a little lonely. Climb in here and warm me up,” she urged. Erwin was a proper sort of man and she knew under any other circumstance he would likely not do what she requested. But she kind of hoped that her situation might get him closer.

Erwin hesitated until (Y/N) pouted at him. He sighed and gave her a smile, he couldn’t resist her. (Y/N) shifted in the cot as Erwin slipped into it beside her. They laid facing one another, Erwin’s arm wrapped out her hip and pulling her close. She took a deep breath, breathing in his comforting scent.

Erwin did the same. Both finding comfort in each other. They were silent for a moment until the little question that was gnawing at Erwin’s subconscious made itself known.

“(Y/N)..did you truly mean that..you loved me yesterday?” Erwin asked glancing down at her. (Y/N)’s eyebrows shot up.

“Of course I did! Erwin..how could you ever think I wouldn’t love you?”

Erwin shook his head, “I just...i was concerned you might have said it in the heat of the moment. After what happened it can..make us say things-”

“Wait- did you...do you not-” (Y/N) said, her voice cracking.

“No!” Erwin exclaimed, eyes widening and then said it more gently, “No. I do love you, (Y/N). I meant it, too.”

“Problem is, everyone else knows about it, too,” (Y/N) added, giving him a tired smile.

“Problem…” echoed Erwin. She was right. How was he going to explain this to the others? Some may not approve. He looked her over again, she seemed resigned in the idea that people might not approve and Erwin realized that he didn’t care. He didn’t care if others didn’t approve. Since when did he do things that a majority of his peers agreed with in the first place? 

Erwin felt his strength return and he all but beamed at her.

“It won’t be a problem, (Y/N). I promise you that. Whatever people think, I love you, more than anything.”

“Oh, Erwin,” (Y/N) breathed, peace falling onto her face, she took him in, in all his glory. Strong for her, strong for humanity, his smile that radiated confidence, his golden hair that shone like gold in the soft sunlight of the infirmary, the strength and comfort he gave as he held her in his arms.

Erwin was surprised as (Y/N) pulled him in for another kiss. This time more passionately than the last. He wasn’t about to argue as she pressed her body to him. The way her body moved was familiar and he felt himself grow warmer with each kiss. 

“(Y)-(Y/N)..we shouldn’t do this here,” Erwin warned. She looked into his eyes and saw the same lust that was in hers.

“Do you want to stop?” she whispered huskily. Erwin shook his head and then, with the movement of something well-practiced, Erwin picked her up and one last look around, he carried her to his quarters. (Y/N) kissed his neck where she could, her teeth nipping at his skin and Erwin groaned softly. He shut the door behind them quickly and laid her gently onto the bed. (Y/N) looked up at him with a smile. He smiled back and was quick to kiss her again. With every kiss, Erwin realized he never wanted her to stop. 

[duker42]

(1/2) I really liked the professor Levi & y/n idea, so.. Y/N is a student in Levi's class, and she has fallen in love with her stoic, moody prof Ackerman. He is often harsh with his words and grading, & is indifferent towards her, but Y/N doesnt mind, she still gives him her kind, shy smile & greets him each day. Y/n gets a particularly bad grade with harsh remarks on an assignment, & stays after class to talk to her prof, she tries to ask him for a re-do & accidentally...

💜Professor Ackerman💜

Y/N started at the paper in her hand. It was slashed with red marker, covering entire sections of her paper. At the top, a big D was underlined and a note scrawled in hurried penmanship. “A blind retarded monkey could do better.”

That was Professor Ackerman, rude to a fault. She knew that it wasn’t some of her best work, she had written it on little sleep at the last minute due to a family emergency. Maybe the professor would let her redo the work.

He was a hard teacher, his literature class not for the faint of heart. He was often called a heartless bastard by those that had taken or were taking his classes. Quick to call someone out and brutally eviscerate them in the middle of a lecture, the short statured man was a formidable figure.

Still, Y/N didn’t care much about that. The raven haired man appealed to her, even if he didn’t know that she was breathing. She still makes an effort to greet him when entering his lecture room and anytime she had to look directly at him, she would give him a gentle smile. She wasn’t afraid of him, despite his fierce bark.

She stayed behind when the class was dismissed wanting to talk to him about the paper. “Um, professor?”

“What is it?” He didn’t look up as he continued packing his messenger back to leave. She knew he had office hours coming up and was due to head back to his cramped office.

“I was hoping that I could redo the paper. Sir...I mean...” Her words faltered a bit as he lifted his grey eyes up to stare into her soul it seemed. “Wow....they’re really pretty.” Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said.

Levi snorted as he glared at the girl. “Listen, you wouldn’t be the first brat that thought batting pretty eyes, or offering a quick fuck would get a better grade.”

“No! It’s not that at all....I like....” She trailed off, his face becoming even more unpleasant.

“Yeah, right. Because I’m the epitome of charm. Go suck someone else off and leave me alone, the grade stands. You wanted a better GPA? Actually do the fucking work.” He watched as her eyes watered a bit and she turned red.

“T-thank you s-sir. I-I’ll go. B-bye” Y/N turns and flees, certain that she never felt more humiliated in her life.

~~~~~

The next day she still walked into the classroom and greeted him, surprising him significantly. She still smiled, but there was sadness behind her eyes. Y/N sat down and got her laptop out to take notes.

Levi noticed that when his eyes drifted over to her side of the room, she didn’t look away, but her face fell just a bit. Not that he was noticing a brat like her. He had never spent more time looking at her than he should. It was nothing more than the fact that she was sitting in a seat that perfectly aligned with his roaming eyes.

He had been harsh with her, perhaps too harsh. He knew that she wasn’t offering anything like he accused her of. But he needed to get away from those eyes and that smile before he did something stupid, especially when she practically told him that she liked him.

The rest of the week was the same. She still greeted him and said goodbye, but the melancholy in her eyes was driving him insane. He had never had someone that seemed to genuinely care. There had been plenty of students that want to sleep with the Professor, it seemed to be a kink among the college age girls. That was a mess that he steered clear of, not wanting to be caught up in the drama and headache.

But Y/N reaction was strange, not seeming to want anything but grump, ill tempered him. And that was something he wasn’t used to. By the time that he had dismissed her class of Friday, he knew that he needed to go have a stiff drink or twelve to forget the weird week and realign his own priorities.

~~~~~

He didn’t go to a bar near the campus, wanting to stay well away from the moronic brats as they drank away what little brain cells they had left. He shook his head at their ability to drink continuously day after day and show up to class bright eyed. It must be his age catching up with him. Not that he was old, but 10 years made a big difference in his recovery period.

When he entered the bar he didn’t notice her at first. It wasn’t until he had sat down and looked for the bartender did he groan in consternation. It seemed that whatever Gods were in the universe were fucking with him. At the other end of the bar, behind the counter, stood Y/N in a tank top and tight jeans, seemingly reading a text book.

Levi though he could slip away before she recognized she had a customer, but she looked up at that moment. Shit. He was now stuck. She welcomed him with that sad smile and muted greeting that had driven him to drink in the first place.

She left him alone for the most part, the bar was empty save for a few old timers in seats that probably had their names carved into them. She checked on his drink levels and got him refills when necessary and returned to her text book when there was nothing else to do. He noticed how she leaned over and propped her elbows on the bar while she read, sticking her ass out and shifting her weight ever so often.

He knew that the time had passed as the drinks were steadily coming. Still he didn’t think of leaving as he observed her. He had figured out that she was pretty damn studious and admired that about her. Weren’t too many brats that would be studying a text book on a Friday when she could be out partying.

Last call came sooner than he expected and when the bar closed down he was still there, waiting. When he stood up, the drinks in his system hit him like a freight train and he remembered Y/N calling his name before blacking out.

~~~~~

He woke up to a pounding head and a dry, disgusting mouth. He felt like he had been dragged through a sewer and come out only after drowning. As he adjusted to the light in the room, he realized he was in his house, but he had no idea how he got there.

His bladder was screaming at him, so he stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the one issue, while praying his head wouldn’t explode from the movement. When he was done he gulped down a handful of aspirin and crawled into the shower, hoping the hot water would clear his head somewhat.

He emerged feeling slightly human. Dressing, he went to walk into the kitchen to see about finding something to help the rolling of his stomach when he stopped and stared at his couch.

Y/N was sleeping on it. She had removed her jeans that were laying over the end and was in only the tank top from the night before an a pair of enticing panties. The blanket she had used was over half of her body, with her lean leg thrown out. It made such an innocent yet erotic picture that he felt himself get hard. He had no idea why Y/N would be sleeping on his couch, but he didn’t want to wake her right now before he had managed to get some caffeine in his system.

It turned out that the smell of coffee was like a lure to bring Y/N to him. She had stumbled into the kitchen, her sleepy smile making his heart race, and that still semi hard cock twitch in his sweatpants. She was still too tired to remember to give him the sad smile, but he had gotten a glimpse of what it would be like to wake up with her.

He handed her a mug of coffee and she accepted it with another one of those ‘I’m not awake’ smiles. He really liked those, making him sad to see her starting to wake up as the coffee entered her system.

“So, what happened last night?” Levi ventured.

“Apparently you don’t show any affects of alcohol until it all hits you at once. You were a bit out of it, so I brought you home and stayed to keep an eye on you.” Levi felt his face heat up as he realized he had probably made a complete ass of himself in front of his student. But she didn’t seem to be lording it over his head. She had just taken care of him.

She finished her coffee and took it over to his sink. He watched as she washed out the mug, her hips swaying slightly as she moved, washing the cup and setting it in the drying rack. She wiped her hands and turn back to him, awake enough now to have that sad smile back in her eyes as she met his.

“Well, I better go.....You’re alright now.” Y/N went to walk past him, headed. Back to the living room to put her pants and shoes on. To walk out and pretend that this hadn’t happened.

His hand shot out from where he was sitting and encircled her wrist. She stopped when he tugged lightly and looked down at him. His eyes were dark, almost angry looking and she wondered if he was angry at her. She hadn’t thought so when he handed her the cup of coffee but she didn’t really function before one cup.

“It’s really just me?” His words were low, almost mumbled as he looked at her. She wasn’t really sure what he meant, but she watched curiously as he stood and drew closer.

“It’s not for a grade, or a quick fuck for bragging rights?” He asked, his darkened eyes searching hers.

She shook her head and watched as his gaze lowered to her lips, his own parted in interest as his tongue slipped out to moisten them.

“Fuck.” Levi cursed as he gave in and pulled her to him. The first kiss was messy, needy as his mouth covered hers ravenously. He didn’t even care that she hadn’t brushed her teeth as his tongue swept into her mouth to taste the coffee off of her tongue.

Y/N felt on fire as he let go of her wrist to slid his hand under her tank top to rest on her ribcage. He surprisingly calloused hand was right below her breast and she felt her nipples harden as goose flesh covered her.

He pulled back and looked at her flushed and wanton face. His grey orbs staring into hers as he asked the question he needed answering. Y/N’s eyes no longer had that sadness in them as she nodded at him, saying that she wanted him. He groaned and pulled her quickly through the house and back to the bedroom.

He got to the dresser and turned around, backing her up against it and lifting her to sit on it’s bare surface. His grey eyes were hungry when he pulled back.

She pulled him back for another kiss and he felt himself give in, leaning forward and not resisting like he wanted to. She had spread her legs on either side of his waist, letting him closer to the scantily clad heat he wanted to taste, touch and fill.

Her hands were under his shirt, hot steaks of fire to his system wherever her fingertips touched. He pulled back so she could lift it off his head. As soon as his chest was bare, she was attacking it. Kissing and lightly biting whatever flesh she could reach, it made him close his eyes, the blood pumping furiously in his veins.

He rolled up her tank top and pulled it off. She had perfect breasts for cupping, his hands filling with the mounds. The stiff peaks sensitive as she bit down a touch harder when he grazed on with his thumb.

His very prominent erection tenting through his sweatpants was ground against her as she wiggled towards the edge of the dresser and rotated her hips against him. His loud groan matched hers as they both enjoyed the feeling. Levi hadn’t had too many woman that were as unabashedly eager as Y/N was, preferring to play that boring role of innocence and cluelessness. The forward nature of her hands on him and her wants being communicated was intoxicating.

“Fuck. Just do it.” Y/N muttered as she moved her lips up his neck and back to his mouth.

He needed no more words of encouragement. He yanked her hips forward, and drew her panties down, moving to slide them completely off. She watched with interest as he kicked off his sweatpants and his cock was exposed. He saw the flash of heat and anticipation in her eyes, stroking his ego as he moved back towards her.

He was so used to be in charge, but this girl, this student of his was completely unraveling him as she encompassed his aching cock with her warm hand to guide it to her wetness. He felt the blunt tip nudge the velvety slick entrance and he lifted his eyes to her to watch as he slid inside her.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand shot up to grab on to his shoulders as she released a throaty little moan that did nothing to cool the lust in his blood. She fit him perfectly, tight heat surrounding him deliciously as he started to move.

His thrusts weren’t gentle they were demanding and deep. Y/N felt him trying to fill every possible space inside her as he pounded into her. She loved every bit of it. Her legs hooked around him and she pulled him closer as her hips moved against him. His fingers tightened, digging into the soft skin of her thighs as he used them for leverage.

She was addicting, her body perfectly in sync with his as they moved, taking from each other as they gave pleasure. His hands moved to her ass as he lifted her, still moving inside her, to bring her to the bed.

Once there, he took over. He moved her legs onto his shoulders as he watched her beneath him. He could tell the moment he hit the right spot because her eyes shot opened and his name filled the room. He angled his hips to drive into that same spot over and over again as she clutched at him, scratching red welts down his arms and chest.

She was going to break soon, her breaths catching with each snap of his hips, her walls clenching around him. He gritted his teeth and continued to push into her, driving her closer until she finally shattered around him.

He held his breath as she tightened even further around him, her muscles squeezing him to where it was almost painful. He throbbed as he felt his own end coming close.

She was still cumming as he lowered her legs and slid his arms around her. He pushed his hips towards and hovered as his body tensed, his release intense as he shuddered over her.

She moaned as she felt him fill her, the heat adding to her pleasure as stroked his back while he came. She lifted up and pressed her lips to his collarbone as he grunted her name into her ear.

They fell to the bed together, exhausted and boneless from the high they just experienced. Levi rolled to the side and looked at the small tired smile on her face. He knew that he wasn’t going to push this girl away again, but he couldn’t help his next remark.

“A fucking plus for the sex Y/N, but your paper is still shit. The D stands.”

Y/N laughed as she pinched his side. He chuckled as he leaned over and kissed her again. She could live with a bad grade if it meant she got to have him.

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nothing happened ~ daniel webber

word count: 3173

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines “I was wondering if you could make a Daniel webber one where the reader Works on the set of The Dirt where i do the hair and make up and they like eachother and everyone knows that and another girl who Works there is also all over him all the time but he doesnt like her and when she sees me coming over she speaks out loud that she had fun the night before but nothing happened and Daniel sees me and wants to explain but i dont believe him and i ignore him when i am on set and when i am cleaning the boys lock him up in the trailer where i am in to talk it out and he explains everything and i believe him and we make up and get together? X”

description: in which the hair and makeup artist falls for the actor who’s playing vince neil, but there’s one incredibly annoying obstacle standing in their way

pairing: daniel webber x female!reader

warnings: swearing, brokenhearted-ness (if you count that as a warning)

Your big break as a makeup artist was for the Motley Crue biopic, and you could not be any more excited. You were a massive Motley Crue fan, not to mention being able to practice your makeup skills.

On your first day, you were trying to cover all of Machine Gun Kelly’s tattoos, a task that was taking much longer than you anticipated, and trying to reapply Tommy Lee’s tattoos when the door to the trailer opened.

“Hey is this the hair and makeup trailer?” asked an Australian accent. You looked over your shoulder to see an attractive man standing at the door. He smiled at you and extended his hand. “Sorry, I should introduce myself, I’m Daniel. I play Vince.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand. “I’m (Y/N), I’m the makeup girl.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” he said. “So, how much time do you have left with this asshole?”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Colson responded, turning around to try and hit Daniel.

“Hey, no!” you laughed, grabbing him and making him sit back down. “The cover up is still drying, if you move the wrong way you’ll leave cracks and shit. Sit your ass down.” You turned back to Daniel to respond, “I’m just finishing his cover up and applying his tattoos. If you want, you can sit and wait for your hair to be done. The hairdresser should be here soon.”

Daniel nodded and sat himself in a chair next to Colson. You couldn’t help but sneak a peak at him through the mirror as he took his phone out and started looking at social media to pass the time. To say he was cute was an understatement. He was far too attractive for words! When he had smiled earlier you were shocked that you didn’t pass out right then and there. You were having a hard time trying to concentrate on finishing Colson’s makeup with him there.

By the time you sent Colson on his way and were ready for Daniel, the hairdresser, Rita, noisily kicked the door open and walked into the trailer. Immediately, you were slightly annoyed with her. She was nearly an hour late to work, all the guys needed their hair done, meaning their wigs had to be fitted and worked on, and filming started in the next 20 minutes. You were so serious about this job, wanting to be taken seriously and to get more jobs like this on future television and movie sets, you couldn’t imagine just showing up late and kicking in the damn door like you owned the place.

Instead of saying anything, you smiled at her. “Hi there! You must be Rita, I’m (Y/N) - ”

“Cool,” she said, dismissing your introduction with a wave of her hand. She spotted Daniel and a sly smirk spread across her face. “And who are you?”

Daniel smiled, although it didn’t seem as genuine as it had with you. “I’m Daniel, I’m playing Vince.”

“Ah, I don’t know who that is. I know nothing about Motley Crue,” she said with a shrug. “But it’s nice to meet you! Sit your cute butt down, I’ll work on your hair.”

Daniel looked at her then back to you. “Actually, (Y/N) is about to do my makeup.”

Rite sent you a dirty look. “She can do that later, she has like a million other people to do makeup for first I’m sure.”

“Actually, I have everyone else’s makeup done already,” you said, trying not to let your annoyance show. “I was here on time, so I got through everyone else. You can do the other guys’ hair while I do Daniel’s makeup though, if you want. I just sent the actor playing Tommy Lee out when you walked in, he can’t be gone that far yet.”

Rita glared at you and huffed a heavy sigh. “Why don’t you go round up whoever I need to do hair for and bring them back so I can do it while I do Daniel’s hair?”

You realized there was no use in arguing with her, so you sighed and agreed. Rita smiled in triumph and smiled at Daniel, putting a hand on his shoulder and practically shoving him back into her chair. He looked at you through the mirror and you could almost see him begging you to stay with his eyes.

You went to round up Colson, Douglas, and Iwan and brought them back to the trailer. They all agreed it was extremely stupid for you to have to come get them, but what else were you guys to do? It was only the first day, so it wasn’t like Rita was going to get fired or anything yet. If she continued to act this way, maybe, but that depended on how well her hairdressing skills were.

When you arrived back to the trailer, Rita was laughing obnoxiously hard at something that Daniel said, and he was smiling awkward at it in return. When he saw you walk in, he nearly came out of his seat with relief, but remained still until Rita finished with his wig.

“There baby, you’re all done,” she said in a sickenly sweet voice. To you, she said, “Try not to mess up his pretty face too bad with your makeup there (Y/N).”

Your face burned red and your hands curled into fists. You had to do everything in your power not to knock her on her ass.

Daniel moved to your chair and you started with his makeup. It wasn’t anything extreme for him like it was with Colson, you just needed to put a bit of foundation on so he didn’t look shiny, and some eyeliner around his eyes and black makeup on his face, as they were filming a performance scene.

Rita eyed the other guys with less enthusiasm as she had given Daniel. “What did she do to you guys?”

“Seriously?” Douglas questioned. “This is what Motley Crue looked like when they used to perform.”

“She doesn’t know who Motley Crue is,” Daniel responded.

“Even if she did, I don’t blame her for not knowing. They didn’t have the makeup done on their last show,” you responded.

Daniel looked up at you. “You saw their last show?”

“Hell yeah I did!” you responded. “I love Motley Crue! When they announced that they weren’t doing shows anymore, I saved up for months to be able to go. Front row seats, got to see them up close and personal one last time.”

As you continued to do his makeup, you both continued to talk and laugh. You almost wanted to prolong doing the finishing touches, but the director came to the door to alert you guys that it was almost time to start filming, so you knew you had to let him go. Rita, finally, finished doing Iwan’s hair and the group left to hurry to seat.

You started cleaning up your section when Rita spoke. “I think he’s into me.”

“Which one?” you asked, although you were fully aware of who she meant.

“Daniel,” she responded. “He was giving me those signs, you know? He totally wants to get with me. Maybe I’ll let him.”

You decided not to say what you were really thinking about that. Of course he wasn’t into her or wanted to “get with her”. He seemed completely repulsed by her! All the guys did! But she obviously lived in some fantasy world where she believed that that was his form of flirting.

You decided to ignore her and to continue cleaning up your section. Suddenly, she got very close to you. You looked at her in confusion and moved away a little bit.

“I know you think that him being all friendly and shit with you probably makes you think he’s trying to flirt with you, but you are so wrong,” she sneered. “He just pities you. Poor girl from a shit town in the middle of nowhere getting her first job on a Hollywood movie set.”

“I’m from Los Angeles,” you told her.

“Doesn’t matter!” she snapped. “Stay the fuck away from Daniel, okay? Or we’ll have a problem.”

“We already have a problem,” you retorted. “And that’s that you are super unprofessional. You were an hour late today, you kept me from finishing my job just because you’re trying to jump one of the lead actor’s bones, and now you’re threatening me because you think you have a chance with Daniel. Newsflash honey, no one wants to get with a bitch. So either start acting professional and leave me the fuck alone, or I’ll go to the director and let him know how unprofessional you are. And the guys will back me up I’m sure.”

You shoved past her, leaving her screaming insults and profanities at you, but you could care less. Yeah, you thought Daniel was cute and all, but your primary focus here wasn’t trying to sleep with someone, it was to prove that you were a real makeup artist and that you could make it in Hollywood. If Rita wanted to play that game, you had no problem playing right back.

~~~~~~

Weeks passed as you got further and further into filming. Rita became more and more unbearable. She’d continue to come in to work late, but claim every day that it was “car issues” (”Maybe she should get her fucking car fixed,” Douglas whispered to you one morning). The director bought it every time, continuously giving her a “pass” because she was “a damn good hairdresser that we can’t lose”, his exact words.

When it came to the two of you, she became much more awful. She’d insult you any moment she got, whether you were alone or people were with you she didn’t care. She started coming to work in very tight and revealing clothing, and would make sure she’d move in ways that showed off her cleavage when Daniel was getting his hair done. He started bringing his phone with him to her chair so he wouldn’t have to look at her.

Meanwhile, he’d be the first one in your chair every morning, making sure he was there before Rita showed up. He always entered the trailer with a wide smile and you both talked the whole time he was in the seat. He’d even linger sometimes until another cast member arrived and had to get their makeup done, but even then he’d hang out in the trailer for a long time. When Colson confronted him about it once, he said simply, “I’m just enjoying (Y/N)’s company.”

One day, you got the chance to watch the guys film on set. You had been alone in the trailer, Rita having gone God knows were, so you finished cleaning your station before making your way to set. Unsurprisingly, Rita had beat you there and was all over Daniel. You rolled your eyes, she really didn’t get the damn message.

Over his shoulder, Rita spotted you and a smirk appeared on her face. Loud enough for you to hear, she declared, “You know Danny, I had a lot of fun last night.”

You stopped in your tracks. Daniel hadn’t told you he had met up with Rita last night. Not that it was something he had to tell you or anything. You were just shocked that it hadn’t come up, especially since he told you almost every day how uncomfortable and pissed off Rita made him.

“Oh, uh yeah, it was pretty nice I guess,” he responded, taken back by the comment.

“We’ll have to go out for drinks more often,” Rita continued, putting a hand on his arm in a flirty manner.

“I mean, I guess,” Daniel shrugged.

You felt a lump form in your throat. So after all this time, Daniel really had liked her. Maybe you were wrong in saying he was disgusted by her. It was probably an act from the start, so that you wouldn’t know and feel hurt.

Rita looked over Daniel’s shoulder again and smiled at you. “Oh hey (Y/N)!”

Daniel quickly turned around, his eyes widening when he saw you standing there. “(Y/N), how long - ?”

“Long enough,” you responded. “You know, you both belong together. You're both heartless assholes.”

You turned and started walked away, the tears finally starting to run down your cheeks. Daniel quickly ran after you, grabbing on to your arm trying to stop you. “Wait, (Y/N), it’s not what it sounds like.”

“You don’t have to explain anything,” you said to him. “I’m just your makeup artist, right? I’m not your girlfriend or anything. I don’t care who you want to go out with, but the fact that you had the audacity to pretend like you didn’t like her when you were with me, whatever that was about or that was for...it was low.”

You yanked your arm away from Daniel and raced back to your trailer, tears racing down your face.

~~~~~~~~

The following week was tense. Daniel would come in and be the first person in your chair, as per usual. At first, he tried to talk to you, to explain himself, but you continued to ignore him. At one point, you started wearing headphones and would work with music playing, not speaking to anyone, especially not Daniel or Rita.

Rita was in her glee, as if she had just won some huge prestigious award or something. She walked into work with her head high and her chest out. She’d happily babble on to Daniel, who would just watch her work in the mirror and not say a word. Even with your headphones in, you could hear her throwing you insults every now and then. You couldn’t be bothered the care anymore, she was obviously right.

After another long day, you were left with the task of cleaning the whole hair and makeup trailer. After finishing the guys’ hair for the day, Rita took off without cleaning her station, leaving you to do it. You were getting seriously pissed off with her, and thanked God that filming would be over in a matter of days.

You were finishing cleaning your brushes when you heard the trailer door open. You turned to see Daniel walk in and you gave him the worst death glare you could muster.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“No,” you responded. “Who the fuck told you that?”

“There was a letter left in my trailer,” he responded. “Meet me in the hair and makeup trailer, we need to talk. You didn’t leave it?”

“No, I haven’t even been to set today,” you responded.

Suddenly, the trailer door swung shut and the sound of the lock turning could be heard. Daniel tried the knob but it wouldn’t budge. You went to the window and saw Colson, Iwan, and Douglas standing around, Douglas holding the trailer key in his hand.

“What the fuck guys?” you snapped.

“We’re sick of this cold shit between the two of you,” Iwan said. “Now, you guys are gonna stay in there until you figure your shit out, then we’ll let you go.”

You rolled your eyes. Daniel came up beside you. “Come on guys, just let us out.”

“You heard the terms, man,” Colson said. “Get to making up!”

You shut the window with so much force you thought you broke it, and honestly you wished you had. You didn't want to be here right now, you didn’t want to hear what Daniel had to say. You knew all you needed to know, and you didn’t want to hear it from his point of view.

You turned back to continue your cleaning, completely ignoring Daniel. He stood by the door, his arms crossed as he looked at you. “So you’re not even gonna try to listen to me?”

“Nope,” you responded. You patted your pockets for your headphones and realized you didn’t have them. They were in your bag, which was right next to Daniel. Upon seeing this, he quickly grabbed them and shoved them in his pocket. “Okay fine, say whatever you have to say, but it doesn’t mean I have to believe you, or really care.”

“I didn’t go out for drinks with Rita,” he insisted. “Really, (Y/N), you have to believe me. I went out with the guys, and when I went to get us more drinks she was at the bar. She ambushed me, wouldn’t let me leave. She talked my ear off for a solid hour before Douglas came and saved my ass. I tried to get away so many times, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. When she said that shit the other day and upset you, I finally cracked. I told her to fuck off, that I’d never be interested in someone as awful as her. Obviously, she hasn’t truly gotten the message because she’s still trying to get with me, but there’s only so much I can do about that.” He approached you and took your hands in his. You actually let him, too, which surprised even you. “You have to believe me, there’s nothing going on between us. And there never will be.”

You looked down at the floor. “But why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be with a girl like Rita?” you questioned. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, has the nicest tits of any woman I’ve ever seen, has confidence and sex appeal coming out of her ass. Even if you don’t want to be in a relationship with her, why wouldn’t you want to even fuck her? Just once?”

Daniel looked at you in shock. “Because I have no feelings for her. (Y/N), I like you, how could you not see that?”

You scoffed and pulled your hands away. “How could you like someone like me compared to someone like Rita? Or any of those beautiful girls that you’re making out with or getting to see naked on set? I’m so plain, Daniel. I’m just a makeup artist.”

“Why do you assume I want some trashy bimbo like Rita? Or any of the girls on set just beautiful they’re supposedly gorgeous?” he questioned. “It’s not about looks, but even if it was solely that, I’d pick you over any of those girls any day. (Y/N), you are the most amazing girl I have ever met, I want to be with you and only you.”

Tears were forming in your eyes as you asked, “Really?”

Daniel chuckled. “Yes really. Please, can we just start all over? I’ll take you out on a proper date, no bitchy hairdressers, no stressing over work and stuff. Just the two of us, together.”

You nodded excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, causing him to laugh again.

The boys let you both out of the trailer and celebrated your and Daniel’s reconciliation, and come the following day, you both had the pleasure of giving Rita her pink slip.

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Leather Journal / sketchbook cover...Finished.

Finally done, what a great little project. I used a 2.5 - 3 mm Veg Tan Leather, I want to make a cover for books of this size shown. It’s an average school sized exercise book. ( to give an idea of size.)

I covered the exercise book in cellophane to keep it dry, then wet the leather enough to bend it easily, I used a rolling pin to gently give me the bend, I didn’t press too hard as I don’t need to make it permanent just yet, just to see where it is so I can see where to put things as I go along such as he pattern for the design, if I know where the bend is..or the ‘spine’ then I can adjust the drawing until it is where I want it.

I used a method I’ve used before, a lot of people who make these use a lot of ‘Maths’ ( ‘Math’ if you’re American lol). I don’t use Mathematics as my brain turns to mush at the mention of it, I just use a thumb and press the leather around the book being covered, this gives an outline, from that I can see how much room I need for stitch lines or the edging design and the final edge of the cover. and it’s well away from the actual book. I then marked along the edge as seen here and cut it.

Next I wanted a design, so I went back to my Giant book of designs as shown here and using ordinary tracing paper I drew the design. Here it’s much larger than I can use but I want to carve the Heck out of this cover because I enjoy it so much, it takes a while to do but the end result...I hope you will agree...is totally worth the time and effort.

I use decoraters paper tape shown here to hold the paper in place...this tape doesnt harm the paper the table or the leather so is ideal...and the rolls are mega cheap.

I wet the leather ..as I’ve explained in other projects..just enough to take the imprint...not enough to soak the tracing paper. I then use a Metal ball point stylus as seen here to go over the picture taking it slow and easy as you can easily miss a bit. or go over lines twice ..which can leave a messy picture. I used to use a pen so I could see where I had already been, which is ok..as long as you don’t go through the paper because it’s tough to get off the leather and lead is even worse so don’t use a pencil. the lead already on the picture is ok as long as it doesn’t go through. I’ve never had an issue as I don’t push that hard...you have been warned lol. This is step one of putting ‘life’ into a boring piece of old leather.

So I make the outline so I can see where it is, mark the edge as stated earlier...

....and cut, simples.

I want there to be enough room to carry a couple of extra thinner books or a book thicker than the one I’m using so I put in 3 books and mark again.

If you enlarge this picture and zoom in you can see the outline I’ve traced ready to cut. Step two of breathing ‘life’ into it.

Here I’ve started the carving of the design into the leather, you shouldn’t get too wrapped up in any minor things like lines cut that miss the drawn line  or you cut a bit wonky as these can all be sorted as the process goes along. I love seing the picture start to come alive, this is step three.

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Earlier I rolled the spine bend gently so that I could just see where to lay the design along it, but also to be able to flatten the leather to carve on it.

People who know a lot more than me always recommend that you tape the back of your piece before Tooling as the act of hammering on it will stretch the leather and throw things out of alignement, it may still move slighty but not as much as it would without it.

almost done with the carving.

I’m keeping the excess on the top and bottom untill I have tooled the designs and stamped the edges.

Here the carving is finished.

Here I have re-wet the leather, waited until it is almost back to it’s normal color then used a nice stamp to make the edge design shown here.

Really taking shape now, once the tooling and detailing begins you will start seeing the leather take on a new life, from a hide that looked plain and seemingly no function, to a whole new existence as a beautiful work of art.

Notice the areas already beveled along the dges of the design lines, how they stand out even more now compared to those not yet done.

You see a white glove here, I wear a white glove on big projects because my nails can scrape along the leather and leave tiny gauge marks that won’t come off, this helps prevent that adding a tiny detail that no one but us will ever know happened. Also notice the ‘shot’ bag I use as a weight to prevent the leather wandering whilst I’m tooling.

The section to hold the Book inplace is next for the treatment, I wet it, then using dividers I scored a couple of lines ready to take the edge stamp.

The edge stamping is completed and looks great, note the tape on the back.

Now I decided on mine to decorate the heck out of this piece too. First I made a name tag.

Then I used one of my design tool stamps and being ‘creative’ used it to make a cross picture shown here.

I used the earlier drawing to transfer some flowers and leaves, carved the lines and started tooling.

Bevelling done. detailing will come later.

Here the beveling of the out lines is complete. ready for the back ground.

Here the back ground is filled in using a backgrounder ‘stipling’ tool.

You can see here I’ve started to add the detailing. Every step taking me closer to that finish line and nearer to it’s new life as a stunning to look at and very tactile book cover.

The edges have been cut off by now as once the edge stamp was added they weren’t needed because any stitch lines will be inside that area. note the extra detailing now making leaves come alive ( so to speak ).

All pieces done, detailing finished, ready to dye this baby.

Scary stuff dying with a new color, I haven’t used the Walnut color before and even though I did a tester piece you can never really tell how it will act on the main pieces...but I needn’t have worried.

Got off to a great start..

 and..wow..it came out amazing, the fiebings oil dye did a great job, after adding a coat of dark Brown antique gel and wiping the excess off itlooks like a piece of old antique wooden furniture...which is exactly the look I’m after.

Did I mention earlier I added this decorative stamp to the edge ?? can’t remember.

So good I’m showing it twice hahahahaha.

Here I;m glueing the small ‘card’ slot piece onto the ‘slip’ I then puched stitch holes using a 4mm Stitch iron.

Using a Cobblers hammer to help the glue take hold by light ‘tamping’.

Once glued I used a saddle stitch to attech it more permanently...this bad boy ‘aint going nowhere lol. Again..notice I carried on the edge stamp design.

On the inside edges I used my ‘Craft tool Pro  Edge ‘Rougher’ which works a treat getting it ready to glue in place prior to stitching.

All glued up and readty to stick together with 528 Glue by Evo Stick which I use all the time for most things.

I quickly cut dyed burnished and fitted a small strap to act as a closure with a Line 27 snap stud.

Here you see the strap fitted  to the main body using antique double cap rivets.

After tooling and ding and finishing the inner sleeve I stuck it in place with 528 and added the 4mm stitch holes where needed.

Adding the stitch holes using the 4mm stitch Iron.

Saddle stitching was used on each section to give a stronger hold.

And here we have the final finished Book cover. I think it looks amazing, the Walnut oil dye came out amazing.

The back of the cover. Once done I coated the whole thing in resolene to ‘fix’ the dye, the I added some ‘Effax’ Balm and buffed it to give some water resistance (note I said resistance not ‘proof’. ) then I buffed it up to a nice shine.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the latest project. I think it came out well. if you’d like to own it you can buy it from my Etsy store (HandmadeCP) from tomorrow. I hope I’ve convinced some of you to have a go at these book covers or any of the projects in my archive. Thanks to everyone who follows my little projects I appreciate it. till the next one take care and stay Crafty. Watch this space.

[authorofdanger]

Reason Of Survival Part 1

Genre:Angst

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, kidnapping, and death.

Stray Kids Mafia AU

My breathing was ragged as I took another blow to my chest. It was another losing fight for me this week but what was the point in winning? Another day having the shit beaten out of me? To possibly having a full meal once a day and two smaller ones to try to motivate me more? Some clean water? A fucking shower? I dont have a good reason to keep fighting so I kept taking all the hits from my opponent. It felt like hours before I was on the ground with a broken wrist, fractured nose, bloodied face, cracked ribs, and bruises littering my entire body. It's not the worst I have endured in a fight but it's not my best either.

I was tossed back into my cell like a piece of meat and I could barely let out a cry from the pain of the impact. My hair was pulled up harshly which forced me to look my boss in his eyes. "The fuck is wrong with you? You were my top fighter for years and now you cant even win a single fight! And for what? Some cell mate you had for only a few months? Pathetic." My cell mate, Libby, died last week after losing her tenth fight. Boss decided she was no longer useful and.... well you can guess from there. She was my only friend in this hell hole and the only person I wasn't forced to fight. We took care of eachother and became eachothers motivation to keep going and keep winning. At this rate I'm not too far from joining her.

"I'm warning you. Either start winning or I will find better use for you," he warned before releasing my sore scalp and slamming my cell door shut. I crawled over to my personal first aid kit and cleaned myself up the best I could without water or a mirror. My wrist was going to have to wait until my weekly body check from my cell section's nurse. Leaning against the cool concrete wall I listened to the fights continuing the floor above me so I could have an idea of which cells would need to be cleared tonight.

*****

"Let me fucking go," a voice boomed down the hall which ripped my attention away from the fight. I glanced over through the bars and saw a boy being dragged this way by two guards. He looked young, possibly still a teen, but he was well built and looked to be a perfect candidate in the ring. His red hair was messy on top of his head and his clothes were ripped and bloody. He had to be new though because if he wasn't I'm sure I would have fought him by now. I pulled my legs to my chest to make myself small as the three of them stopped in front of my cell and the boy was tossed inside with me and locked in. "I swear to God your going to regret that when my team gets here," he yelled but the guards only laughed before leaving the hall.

I kept silent as I watched him curiously. Nobody in their right mind speaks to the guards like that unless you are a top fighter. A boy like him could get killed here and the boss wouldn't even bat an eye. He ran his hand through his hair before turning around and jumping at the sight of me. I relaxed my legs a bit when I saw all of the violence in his eyes be replaced with concern. "Are you okay," he asked. I let out a small painful laugh. "You're kidding right?" His eyes scanned around my body and stopped when it hit my wrist. "Its not nice to stare you know," I scoffed before shutting my eyes and leaning my head back, "you a new fighter or something?"

"Prisoner. I was captured while on a mission with my team." Prisoner? We dont have prisoners. We have fighters, sex workers, and the guards but not prisoners. "So a fighter? You look too innocent to be a guard and the boss doesn't typically want a baby faced male sex worker." My eyes shot back open in fear as I felt a hand gently grab my wrist but I didnt pull away. "I can wrap this. It might help." Without an answer he had a hold of my first aid kit and made a good makeshift cast. The entire time I kept my eyes on his face which held a sense of focus and care that kept me calm most of the time of contact. "You know it's not nice to stare," he mocked while finishing up. I rolled my eyes but chose to ignore his comment.

"What's your name?" "Y/N. Yours," I asked as he put up the kit. "Jeongin. How long have you been here?" To be honest I'm not too sure. One day I just woke up in this cell with no recollection of my past and I've been here ever since. "Years," was the easiest answer I could give him. I could see his shoulders tense up a bit but his face remained calm and held little emotion. It's odd seeing a newbie so relaxed after being brought in. Normally they would be screaming, fighting, and finding any way to escape. Jeongin on the other hand seems to accept his fate or maybe he has a plan that is bound to fail, either way it's too hard for me to read him quite yet.

"How old are you? I'm seventeen," he asked. He was probably trying to relax any fears I have of him and truth be told it was working but seventeen? And he was talking about a team and he is holding himself together? Something isnt quite right about him but how can I judge in a place like this. "I dont really know anymore. The boss has a file on me somewhere but I had a serious head injury a while back and all I remember is my name and a few scattered memories here and there. It's all a bit of a blur. Hey you said something about a team right?" His eyes shined at the question. Whoever this team is he must hold a good amount of fondness to them. "They're like brothers to me. There are nine of us in total and we run a pretty well known mafia group if I do say so myself. It's a tough job but it gives us all the thrill we have craved since birth. I'm their hacker, I can crack any passcode and hack any electronic device in minutes. Been doing it since I was about fifteen." His hopeful look dimmed as he trailed into a deep thought.

"I wonder if they know where I am." Against my better judgement I reached my hand out for him and led him to sit beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. I dont quite understand what he is feeling right now but I have a good idea. "I wont let anything happen to you Jeongin. Your brothers are coming and they will get you out of here, until then I promise I will keep you alive." Now the question was how was I going to do that? How was I going to protect another person when I can barely protect myself?

*****

The next morning we were woken up by the sounds of sobs and screaming, the usual sounds the morning after fighting matches. Today is the day where cellmates discover that their best friends, lovers, and family members are gone. Today is also the day where if we have any weak links we either move them to the sex worker section or they get killed off. It's always hard to hear no matter how long you have been here and I feel that these sounds will haunt me until the day I die. "What's happening," Jeongin whispered as I watched people being ripped from their cells and new people being added. "They're cleaning out cells. Removing weak links, adding new people, and moving people around. Dont think to much about it." He only nodded his head before taking his body weight off of me and looked around. He mentioned before that he was in the mafia, shouldn't this not bother him at all? "There's kids here too?" Does he expect the boss to have morals? If they can be of any use he will keep them. "Some were born here and some were taken. Again dont think to much into this stuff. It only adds to the depression." He turned his head and looked at me with an unreadable glare. "I'm going to get you out of here," he said more to himself but I only gave him a small smile before fear rose in my chest. I quickly got up and pushed him behind me as the boss opened my cell and slightly chuckled at my protectiveness.

"Well looks who is finally up and moving again," he said darkly while pulling a remote out of his suit pants pocket. I prepared myself for the electric shocks that were about to hit me through my shock collar but refused to stand down, he is testing me I know it. "So I see you have gotten to know our new little addition. I figured he would bring something out in you." I ticked my eyebrow up at him and listened carefully at every single word he was saying and being prepared for any questions he may ask. "I was thinking of adding him to this unit but maybe he would be better as-" "You wont take him," I interrupted boldly, "you want me to win then fine but you cant have him." I know his games and he has done things similar before. He wants his best fighter to win him big bucks in the ring and this is a sick way of doing it. A grin found it's way on his lips as he pressed the button on the remote, nearly bringing me to my knees if Jeongin didnt grab me by the waist to hold me up.

"How about we make a little deal then pet," he laughed before turning off the collar, "as long as you keep winning in the ring he doesnt have to even lift a finger. You continue your little stunt and your losing streak then I trade you two out. Maybe he can do better then you." Jeongin's grip on me tightened and he whispered in my ear "I can handle this. Dont do it." Closing my eyes and shaking my head I felt like there wasn't much of a choice. If I can help it I dont want anyone else in that ring even if it means I have to work myself to death. "He wont be in the ring? Or a part of the sex group," I asked as bravely as I could. "No. You will take up any and all of his jobs I would have pinned him to do. His whole life will depend on your actions." Could I handle that? The extra fights, possibly be in the sex ring as well, any and everything he would have to go through plus my own schedule? "Deal."

*****

"You didnt have to do that," Jeongin sighed while cleaning the dried blood off my face and body since we got our cleaning bucket. "You dont want to be out there. I've been doing this long enough to know what to expect. You just have to trust me on this." I let in a sharp inhale as the soaked rag swiped over my nose which definitely was broken. He mumbled out a few apologies but continued on until most of the blood was off of me and in the bucket. "We should be getting showers tonight for the selections," I explained as he examined the bruises and other various injuries I had. "Selections?"

"Other bosses from other districts come and decide who they want to pin against their own fighters. They also discuss which prize they want if they win. Sometimes its money and sometimes it's the losing fighter. Most of the others here I had fought at one time or another and my boss claimed. I could be fighting about four fighters if I'm lucky in the next three days."

"You call that lucky?" "Lucky as in minimum. Usually on my own I get between two or three and now that I add on your count," I began but stopped myself. I dont need him feeling bad about something that isnt his fault. "You wont be fighting. Chan and the others will find us by then," he assured quietly after a guard passed our cell. I could only give him an assuring smile. How long will it be before he gives up hope? I've been here for years and after a few months I gave up on the thought of escape. Once you end up in a cell there is no leaving, you are no longer a human in a sense but like an animal. Nobody really cares about you as a person anymore and you might as well be erased from the outside world.

"I bet Seungmin has already tracked my location by now," he added "and Chan is probably calling either Sungjin or JB! Oh or Woojin could be calling Jungwoo! It would be a mess if all of NCT came you know," he continued. At some point I zoned out of what he was saying so I myself wouldn't get my hopes up. I thought back to Libby and how right now she would be playing with my hair or how she would be trying to learn fighting strategies from me. Maybe she would have punched Jeongin in the face by now because of his optimism levels, she never was one to see the glass half full.

"Are you even listening to me," he chuckled which pulled me back to the present. "Kinda. Hey Jeongin can we not talk about escaping right now? Maybe you can tell me more about your friends in general?" As if he understood what I was getting at he nodded his head and began to ramble on about all the adventures he has been on through the years. Though he may be a little too hopeful and cheerful he is the perfect amount of light for this dark situation, and in my mind I vow to never let anything happen to him.

Even if it kills me.

[drbriangay]

Hey, so a little bit ago someone asked me if i would do a tutorial type thing on how to achieve realistic drawings and although this would probably fair better as a video my voice is shit and i can make sure i get everything down if i type it out.

I think the best way to do this is take you through one of my drawings? My latest Brian drawing i saved a decent amount throughout it so i can kind of comment on each process of the drawing. For the this drawing i drew it on Photoshop CS5 which is important bc i do utilise a lot of the tools there so if you use smth different then im sorry but im sure there are alternatives! I’m going to talk you through this drawing:

Because i dont use natural skin colours in my drawings i start drawings in black and white because i find that easier to control the tones? and then i can colour the drawing afterwards in whatever colour and play about with it instead of sticking with a colour from the get go. 

I start with painting the entire background a light ish grey because 1) its nice to work highlights and shade into a mid tone and 2) having pure white as a background can be a bit uninspiring? even with my sketchbooks i always make backgrounds before i do anything on them.

I then take a large brush, i use a mid-dark toned grey for this, i don’t like going in super dark super fast, and kind of mark out where everything goes super loosely, precision and proportions really don’t matter at this point, it will probably look bad but that’s fine! you’ll refine it as you go on!  the brush i use for this stage is usually just a soft non textured brush, but i don’t think the brush you use at this point really matters. My drawing will kind of look like this at this point:

I then go in with a smaller brush with a darker colour and kind of refine the face a little bit, i really take in the shapes of the face i’m drawing and try and get a good base to then really work on the shading/highlighting. Again, although this is your base to work on the proportions aren’t super important, it may still look bad but whatever is wrong with it you can just draw right over it to correct it! This is why i try and not give up on drawings even if they aren’t going the way i’d like it to because you can always correct it! my drawings never look amazing when i start them but i like to work into them as much as i can and i usually end up with something i’m proud of! anyways lmao, this is what my drawing will look like at this point: 

This is when i start the proper like working into the drawing with highlighting and shading and things. I also change my brush at this point! Honestly any brush will do but i really like the aesthetic of having a super textured brush, I do sometimes change up my brush every so often but the brush ive been using more often than not is this brush:

Also at this point i try and not use pure black or pure white, if you’re trying to go for a realistic look then i feel pure white n black really don’t factor into a face.I also think if you use more mid tone colours then there’s more of a natural gradient? which looks more realistic i feel. Of course if you like the aesthetic of having a high contrast then go for it! this is just how i personally like to do it.

I know a lot of people work by gradually working the whole face, like do loose highlights and dark tones on the whole face and then refining it but i like to do each part of the face one by one and i usually always start with the nose, this isn’t important lmao i just enjoy drawing noses so it’s what i start with. i think the use of highlight is super important to utilise when drawing the nose because its what suggests form,, this is my drawing will look like at this point:

I do end up darkening the shadow on the right side of his nose and the bottom of his nose but i usually get to this point and then move on and then once i do more ill go back and try and bring more dimension to the drawing.

Also! one of the best tools on photoshop that you can utilise and in some of my drawings it’s my saving grace is the liquify tool. Basically if you do the drawing and get to a point it would be hard to paint over then u can use liquify, as i was doing other parts of the face i realised that the nose was supposed to be a little to the left and the eyebrows had to be lower down so you if you open up liquify you can just click and drag the nose to where you want it to be so:

it’s a super helpful tool that really helps you get the facial features exactly where you need it, i used it a couple times throughout this drawing. I don’t think sai has it but you can use the lasso tool and rotate it or whatever and just draw over the little break it makes in the canvas:

so the next thing i do is the eyes and eyebrows. I’m usually not the greatest at getting the exact eye shape but again, liquify is your best friend. An important thing to note is the angle of the eyebrows in relation to the middle of the nose, Brian’s eyebrows are quite straight so i tried to keep them that way. I also started darkening up the drawing, i didn’t quite go full black, the darkest colour i used is like just off black. This is what i have so far:

Also another important thing to remember is the lighting of the image, in the image the right side of his face is more shadowed so the shadow on the left side of his nose wont be as intense as the right side and things like the bags under his eye on the right side would be slightly more prominent. Also because of the brow bone, theres more highlight on top of the brows and usually a shadow underneath because the brows are more elevated and the eyes are sunken in a lil bit. There will be a lil bit of highlight on the inner corner of the eyes though. 

In the next part of the drawing i just add a little bit to the forehead and cheeks :

I think by this time i had adjusted a couple of things like the angle his face was at was a little bit too tiled in my original draw so i just free transformed it and fixed the angle and the face i think was a little bit too wide so i just pulled it in a little bit. I think another thing to remember that places like the cheeks and forehead wont be pure highlight, especially with like men and older faces there will be more subtleties, with Brian he has highlight on the top of his cheekbones but the highlight is kind of broken up with the line that comes down under his eye and the forehead isnt a smooth bump above the eyebrows, especially with the lighting of the image the highlights get broken up a little bit. 

The next drawing is a little fast forward, i forgot to save in between but ill try and talk through everything:

When finishing up I realised the left eye/eyebrow was a little too high so i liquified that baby up to bring it down just a little bit. Another thing i sometimes struggle with is getting the exact shape of the face and angle of the jaw but you can just keep on drawing on top of it until it looks vaguely right. 

For the lips and mouth i think its kind of just a matter of trying to get a sense of the shape, look at the cupids bow and the length between the top lip and the bottom of the nose and how far the lips come out in relation to the nose as well, i think as well the shadow underneath the bottom lip is usually all you need to suggest the shape of the lip, it doesnt look all too natural if theres like a solid like to show the shape of the lip, the top lip though, because of the way the light is sitting on his face is almost completely shadowed, so the highlight on the cupids bow that goes down to the edge of the mouth is what helps give the mouth form. With teeth because they’re in his mouth so they’re not going to be super bright so i didnt add any highlight to them and just used a dark tone to outline the shape of them at the bottom and used a little bit of shading in between them to differentiate between them. 

For the eyes i usually just leave them without the pupils because it’s my brand but it wasnt looking quite right to me so i added a little outline of the pupils, i didnt want to do the full pupil because i like adding a lil smth interesting in the eyes but i like the way they turned out!  

The jaw you can usually bring out with the shadow of the neck. I didnt really feel like drawing the outfit so i kind of just did a couple of lines so show that he was wearing a shirt with a collar.

 Also for brian because he has so much hair i more often than not just use flat colour for his hair and because his hair is so dark it usually works fine but with people like Roger who has lighter hair is doesnt usually work out well? especially with a more realistically drawn face. I was originally going to keep the entire background that colour but it wasnt looking quite how i wanted to. I coloured first though, and tbh my colouring process really doesnt take me that long, the longest part is just working out what colours id like to use and what looks good with the drawing I've made.

So for colouring i use the gradient tool, you have have a gradient thats two colours that will make your drawings look like this

but recently ive started using the gradients with three colours so the highlighted sections will be a different colour to the base colour, i really like the way this comes out, without any other editing itll look smth like this:

I like to play about with the settings a little bit because i do enjoy the way this looks but it’s kind of a bit overpowering and i think sometimes the details of the drawing can get lost when you overdo it a bit? 

If you go through this itll give you many different versions of that gradient and i like to go through it and see which i feel compliments the drawing

heres a couple examples

The one i ended up going for was dissolve but it was a bit too intense so i turned the opacity down to 57%

which gave it a kind of static feel which i was in to, to finish it up i added a tiny bit to show some shoulders and then i wanted to add a tiny bit of a background so i used a flat pinky colour and put that around his hair and then on top of the background i added a little bit more into the hair.

and added so more vibrant pink into it as well just to spice her up a little bit.

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

Lost In Japan (Jimin x You)

A/N: this idea just popped in my head while I am taking a bath, and I rushed through my skincare routine just so I can jot this down 😂 anyway, I am going to combined this request with another. This being part one and the other part two. but it can also be read as a oneshot. I had wanted to do a story based on this song ever since I heard it (Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes) bcs it just reminds me of the feeling you get at night on your holidays when you are just strolling around after a long day of exploring the city and met someone exciting ❤ and I dont know from what country you are anon, and I am not from Japan either, its just based on this song so you can imagine elsewhere ❤ Sorry if this is not what you have in mind

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"Ahhh finally!" Jimin dropped his carry on on the floor and lie down in the middle of the bed, spreading out as wide as he can after taking off his stuffy jacket and mask. Airport arrivals are fun. Fun seeing their fans coming out all the way just to catch a glimpse of them and to welcomed them to their country. But as much as it is fun, it is also damn tiring. Especially when they are mobbed by crazy fans. Jimin is thankful he and his brothers managed to get out from the commotion as fast as they could and arrived safely at the hotel. And he is more thankful that they  have individual rooms now.

Dont get him wrong. Sharing a room with Taehyung or Jungkook or even one of his hyungs are fun. Theres someone he can talk to and do fun vlive clips with, but sometimes he needs some space without anyone breathing down his neck too. Times like this, where he juat want to rest his tired body.

Japan.

A country they are so familiar with already.

Two days of concert here and three days of free days for him and his brothers to roam about before they fly back to Korea for their other schedules.

Jimin cant wait to shop, sightsee and of course eat. He had learn long ago to treat every tour like a vacation in order to make the whole journey less tiring, more fun and less stressed. Just like what the others told him, it doesnt matter as long as they have fun performing, their fans will surely have fun with them too.

But Jimin can feel that something more exciting is going to happen this time.

He can just feel it.

/////

"Y/N, YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!"

Y/N calmly look up from the table shes wiping. Shes so used to her bestfriend yapping around like crazy. She used to get excited at first, but now, she learns that its better fir her to actually hear the news first. Mika can get super excited about a rock for all she knows.

"What is it that I wont believe Mika?" Y/N laughs. Thank god the cafe she works in has less customer today.

"BTS is coming! For a two days concert!" Mika shrieked.

"Okay... and?" She give her friend a short glimpse and turn back to her task.

"And?! What do you mean and?!" Mika went around and shakes her shoulders.

"Mika, they come here fir a concert every year! Sometimes even twice a year. Its not really a huge news," Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Oh right, I forgot," she giggles.

"You forgot they have a tour here every year? Every year that you become crazy everytime its announced?" Y/N eyed her friend, tapping her foot.

"No. I forgot about the news that you will not believe. The great news is...." she paused for dramatic effect before jumping and yelling, almost breaking Y/N's eardrum. "I got us two VIP tickets and a special fansign invite for both days! Both! Aaaahhhhhh!"

"Oh, thats great Mika! No wonder you are excited!" Y/N's smile grew. Mika has been trying to get tickets every year but she never made it. Online or physically lining up, she never gets the chance to get one. Y/N wonders how hard she work to get the tickets this time.

"Well, arent you?" Mika looks at her weirdly. "I know you are an ARMY too. And arent you excited? You can actually meet them, and converse with them! What if they fall in love with one of us?!" Mika exclaimed, already excited at the thought.

"Well, I am an ARMY," Y/N laughs at her friends cuteness. "But I only like them as a talented idol Mika. I dont even know what to talk to them about. And falling in love?" She giggles. "That only happens in fan fictions my friend. They will most probably already forget about you once the next fan came in view," she shakes her head and continue to clean the table, making Mika pouts.

"Sometimes I hate how practical you are. Cant you just let me dream a little?" She crosses her arm across her chest. "But still, you are coming with me right? Riggght?"

"Well, if you are willing to take me, then of course Mika," Y/N grins. "Of course I'll go with you. Who knows, maybe one of them will really fall in love with me," she giggles at the ridiculous statement.

Or she thought so.

/////

"Lets go people. We can do this!" Namjoon calls out behind the curtains, a few minutes before they are meeting their lucky fans who won the fansign event. After some peptalk and group hugs they went out and start the event.

The crowd is packed and loud, as usual. Girls screaming out their names and waving, trying to get their attention. Each of them did they usual routine, smiling, asking basic questions, answering the questions given to them, making aegyo, handshakes, posing for photos, wearing cute headbands and all sorts of fan service. Jimin is enjoying his time meeting his fan. He loves the attention they gives him and he appreciate all the support they gave to him all these years.

"Next!" The security calls out so the line will move as the fans switched to the next members. Jimin reaches out for the album and booklet in front of him, still looking down at thr album, flipping to the post-it where he should place his signature. But the post-it came empty, its just there as a mark to where he should place his signature. Iy seems the fan has no questions for him, which is a first. Their fans always have multiple questions for them to answer

"No question?" He looks up and immediately stopped blinking. In front of him stood the most beautiful angel he has ever since. Well, shes an angel to him, at least as everyone else seems to be perfectly normal.

"N-no question to ask?" He stuttered and mentally slapping himself. Shit, what is wrong with me. You are Park Jimin, composed yourself!

"Oh," she laughs, the most beautiful sound Jimin has ever heard. "No. Just an autograph will do,"

"Uh.. o-okay," with shaky hands Jimin put down his signature. God, what is wrong with me. I have met so many girls before and I am never like this. Calm down Park Jimin, composed yourself before she thinks you are weird. Come on, say something!

Jimin look around at the laughing fans by around him, talking to to the other members, talking to Taehyung and Jungkook, who is on his right and left side and he realized how quiet and awkward he is with this fan.

"O-oh right. I am Jimin. Whats your name?" Introducing yourself at your own fansign? Are you stupid Park Jimin?

She giggles.

And Jimin's heart skipped a beat. How unusual.

"I know you are Jimin. How can I come here and not know you," she leans forward to a whispering gesture, making Jimin's heart thumped faster at her close proximity. "ARMYs will kill me if I dont," she giggles more and leans back to her normal position in front of him. "And my name is Y/N,"

Jimin smile. How bold. How interesting. And what a name. Beautiful. Just like her.

"And Y/N.. how come you have no questions to ask? Arent ARMYs always curious?" He taps her post it to show the blank paper and Y/N shakes her head.

"No. Not really," she smiles. "Nothing that I want to know,"

"Just nothing for me or for everyone?" Jimin feels the need to ask. He felt like he needs to know if Y/N is just not interested in him or she really doesnt have a question for everyone.

"Well, its not just you. I dont have a question for everyone," Y/N's smile got bigger. Jimin raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Well, because everything you are allowed to tell me, it will be published in the news, or articles or something anyway. And if I asked you a real question, you wont be allowed to answer truthfully anyway. Isnt that right?" she laughs. "So no. No questions,"

Jimin was stunt. Never has anyone ever throw that cold hard truth to his face. Its true. Whatever they are showing and potraying in public, the character that they show, all of it is something that they want their fans to see. There are still parts of them that their fans doesnt know. A part of them, rhat is the real them that they didnt show the world. Mouth agape, Jimin looks at Y/N's face, not knowing what else to say.

His gut js right. Jimin is right, fron the moment he looks up to her face, he knew theres definitely something special about her.

"Well, whats your real question?" Jimin finally find his voice and the bravery he needed.

"When you are allowed to answer it, then I'll ask about it," she giggles, just in time for the security to shout next, and Y/N waves a hand and move aside before Jimin could say anything else. Y/N move to Taehyung, leaving Jimin speechless, and fascinated.

Y/N... hmmm.. his feelings is right then. Japan is going to be interesting this time around.

/////

Jimin knew he is going to see Y/N again at the concert. Everyone who attends the fanmeet has a VIP ticket, which is a particularly small section that is made special for them right in front of the stage. He is sure if he look hard enough, he will see her. Shes too beautiful, and too special to him now for Jimin not to notice.

And sure enough, the moment their went on stage, Jimin saw her face, smiling brightly with her Army bomb in hand, giggling with her friend. A surge or energy runs through him. Jimin suddenly feels like he needs to do the very best tonight, no, extra best tonight. He needs to show her that he is Jimin, and he is up here, looking at her  and apprently, only at her.

Jimin never kept her eyes off her, which is a little hard to do considering he needs to sing and dance and converse with his fans, well, other fans too. And its a stranger feeling for him, when a pang of jealousy hits him hard when he saw Y/N waving and taking photos of Taehyung, jumping and singing along to the other members' part.

What the hell is wrong with me? Shes a fan! She didnt pay for the tickets only to see you alone Jimin.

Without realizing, Jimin suddenly feek the need to futher make his existabce known. Known to Y/N. And keeping his eyes only on her, he starts to show off his dancing skills, making extra sexy moves and flirty gestures, which of course, make the packed stadium roared with cheers but reveiving weird looks from the other members.

It doesnt matter.

The crowd. The music. The members.

What matters is that if this will make Y/N looks at him, it was all worth it.

At least he hope she understand the sign hes trying to tell her.

/////

"Woah, what is wrong with Chim today?" Mika stares at the satge, mouth dropped opened. "I mean, I know he is sexy and all, but thats like being possesed with a sexy spirit or something," she points to Jimin who was grinding on the stage floor. "I dont remember the cheography being like that,"

Y/N shrugs.

"Maybe its a concert only special performance," Y/N justified.

"How are you so calm? He is even looking at you while doing all that. Oh my god, he really is!" Mika jumped, waving her Army bomb with excitement.

"Not at me Mika. My direction. Our direction. He cant even see the crowd with all those blinding lights. And look around you, theres thousand of people here," she laughs. "You think he wouls pick me out from the crowd?"

"Hey, you never know. You personally met him at the fansign. Maybe he remembers you," Mika giggles at how practical her friend. Girl, dream a little!

"Hello," Y/N rolls her eyes. "Everybody here went to the fansign Mika. This is the VIP section!"

"Oh my god. I forgot! Maybe you are right. But hey, its not wrong to imagine!" Mika laughs, Y/N joining her.

"Stop imagining useless things and just enjoy the rest of the concert!" Y/N yells through the noise, laughing. "Besides, its Park Jimin, being sexy and flirty on stage is his thing. I dont think thats anything extra anyway,"

"Okay, okay, you are right. Lets just enjoy this!" Mika grab her shoulders and starts bouncing, waving her Army bomb around. Y/N joins in, singinf along and recording videons of her and Mika, totally not realizing how hard Jimin is trying to wink her way.

/////

"I did everything I can, and she still dont even acknowledge me!" Jimin huffed.

"Are you serious? Shes a fan and you still cant get her to even look at you? Wow Chim, you really have no jams," Namjoon laughs.

"Hyung, its not funny! What do I do?" Jimin grumbled.

"Okay, okay. Lets think. The whole two days. She didnt look at you? At all?" Namjoon inquired, trying to help the younger man.

"Well, she does look at me..," Jimin ponders.

"Okay. Then whats the problem? You did talk to her at the fansign yesterday right? And today? Did you guys hit it off? Did you two share any interest? Maybe you are just not her type. What did you two talked about? Tell me everything from A to Z," Namjoon pulls a chair and sits in front of him, giving Jimin his full attention.

"T-talk?"

"Yeah. Talk. Like what we are doing right now. Hi I'm Jimin, I like you, can I have your number so I can take you out sometime, that kind of thing," Namjoon eyed him carefully.

"W-well... I didnt really talk to her hyung.." Jimin trailed off.

"What do you mean? You get her name. What else did you ask her? You met her twice at a fan sign Chim," Namjoon eyed him curiously.

"Well, at the first meef, I asked her for her name, so I can sign her album. And she explained to me why she dont asks any questiona, and then I blanked out and before I know it, it was already Taehyung's turn," Jimin pouted. "The time is too short for each person!"

"Well, you never complain before!" Namjoon roll her eyes. "Them what about today?"

"T-today?" Jimin stutter nervously as the memory of today's fansign entered his mind.

He was in no mood at all today After the concert on the first day, Jimin was frustrated. Y/N didnt notice him. After the concert she went back like everyone else. She went out so fast he didnt even get the chance to ask security or his managers to call her out. Jimin knew that he wont evenr see her again. Having that in his mind ruin his whole mood.

He went by fan by fan, signing their album and giving small smiles when required. When asked, he only says hes a bit tired and his fans will express their worry and tell him to get some rest. Never would have thought that he would hear the voice again as a a flatten box of their offical light stick and the photocarda were slide in front of him.

"You already sign all my albums and posters yesterday, so this is all I have left for you to sign," Jimin look up to the smiling face of Y/N and he thought hes dreaming.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah," she smile. "Wow, you remembered me!"

"O-of course I do!" Jimin tries to calm himself. "I didnt think you would come again, and both fansigns? Wow,"

"Well," she giggles. "I guess I am your biggest fan. All of you were great last night,"

"Yeah? But you went off so fast!" Jimin pouts and cursed himself for saying that when Y/N gives him a weird look. Now he sounds like a stalker.

"So fast? How did you know?" Y/N asked him curiously. Did Jimin really saw her in the crowd?

"Uh well.. call it intituition," he laughs awkwardly and Y/N just nodded.

"Well..." Y/N looks around, feeling awkward as she waits for the fan in front of Taehyung to move and lets a breath if relief when she does. "Okay, I'll go now,"

"Wait!" Jimin panics. This might be his last chance to have any sort if way to contact her. "Do-you-think-you-can-give-me-"

"And oh, good luck for tonight," Y/N suddenly say at the same time as his word jumble and patted his hand. The moment her hand touched his, eventhough its just a pat and for a second, Jimin blanked out, all his senses gone, heart pumping so rapidly it almost burst out. Bedore he can calm himself down and find words again, the security already shouted next and Y/N quicy waved and move on to Taehyung.

"Both times? Seriously? You blanked out both times??" Namjoon is shrieking out now. "God, you are hopeless!"

"Y-yeah..." Jimin look at his hyung, scared. "Its not my fault she touched my hand hyung!" Jimin try to defend himself.

"Touch Chim. Not even hold. And you have done this with countless fans! Girl fans!" Namjoon is at the brink of giving up.

"But hyunggg," Jimin wailed. "Thise firls are not Y/N! She's so pretty and smart, and not startruck and everything she said to Tae and Kookie are funny and smart then I'm the one who kinda got starstruck..."

"Oh my god, you are a bigger idiot than I thought," Namjoon hissed and slap Jimin's forehead, making him rubbed it  "Okay, fine. But if you barely even talked to her, why are you saying she didnt acknowledge you? I mean... even if she does, which I think she should with your stupidity, she didnt even have a chance to say it, right?"

"But hyungggg, even if I didnt directly say it, its obvious I am flirting with her. And only her!" Jimin answered as if his effort is the most obvious thing in the world.

"Flirt? How?" Namjoon asked, curious on what Jimin meant by flirting if they never even have a proper conversation.

"Didnt you see my extra sexy moves on stage? My winks, my flying kisses, my hip thrusts, how many times I run my hand through my hair, and seductively too if I might add, during these two concert?" Jimin smile proudly.

"Wait, are you saying your little cabaret show this past two nights is you flirting with her?" Namjoon rubs his chin.

"Duhh, of course hyung. What else? I am not a man slut like Kookie who do it for fun hyung,"

"Idiot!" Namjoon slap his head hard this time.  "That is what you call flirting? We thought you were possesed by some strip club ghost or something!"

"Ow hyungg, what the hell??" Jimin rubbed his forehead.

"How the fuck is Y/N supposed to know you are flirting with her when you do that in front of a packed stadium you dimwit? A stadium full of screaming girls too! And you always do those shit, yeah, its a little extra this time, but she will just think you are doing your typical flirting with the crowd thing," Namjoon hissed

"W-what?" Jimin panics. "Do you really think she thinks like that? That I am justsome big flirt to my fans?"

"Duhhh," Namjoon roll his eyes.

"But its all for her!" Jimin wailed.

"She didnt know that dumbass. You should have shown your interest during the fanmeet. Both freaking times!" Namjoon sighed and stands up.

"Wait, where are you going hyung? We are not done yet!" Jimin stands up and follow his hyung like a puppy.

"I am not entertaining this dumb shit. Im going,"

"But what am I going to do?!" Jimin wailed for help.

"Nothing. The concert is over Chim. Just pray that you will see her again," Namjoon shrugs before he leaves the room. "You have three days before we fly back home. Make it count,"

/////

Their free day was filled with sight seeing, shopping and eating. Jimin had fun, yes, but he cant help but feeling down whenever he thought about his lost chance of getting to know Y/N more. He has never been this interested in a woman before, nor has he even felt this kind of amazing chemistry towards a girl. Y/N is special, Jimin know she is. And although he doesnt know for sure if she really is the one for him, but he is sure that he atleast wants to get to know her better. And he wants to see where they will go from there.

"Cheer up hyung! Its only a girl. You will forget her soon. I am sure of it," Jungkook smile and roughly hug his shoulder, dragging him into the anime store. "Atleast your amazing favorite maknae is still here with you,"

"Yeah. Annoying maknae," he laughs. "I am in no mood to look at animes abd robots Kook, and also in no mood to hear you and Tae arguing about whos the better hero or whatever," he looks around the street. "I am going to head there, the coffee shop. Meet me there okay?"

Jungkook shrugs and pulls Taehyung to the store instead as Jimin make his way to the coffeeshop. Securing his mask and cap, he enters and nothing surprised him more than seeing the perfect girl smiling at a customer behind the cashier counter.

Y/N.

/////

"Okay.. if thats Y/N.. why are the three of us hiding behind this huge flower pot like some criminal?" Jungkook asks Jimin in confusion. His hyung rans in panics and drags both him and Taehyung to the coffee shop. And with panting breath, he nervously points towards a girl and only one word comes out from his mouth. "Y/N" and they have been hiding behind a huge flower pot in the coffee shop since then.

"Well, because I dont want her to see us. See me. What do I say?" Jimin wioes his sweaty forehead.

"Thats it? Thats the reason you ran all the way, drag me and Tae-hyung here, and hides behind this pot for 40 minutes now?!" Jungkook looks at his hyung, not believing his reason. "Thats it, I'm going in and introducing us and getting you her number!"

"Wait. What?? No!" Jimin drags Jungkook back behind the pot.

"Why? Isbt that what you want hyung? Her number? You have been moping since last night!"

"Y-yeah.. but how can I just ask her. Thats Y/N. Y/N! What if she say no? O-or she laughs at me? Or thinks I'm weird?" Jimin is freaking out and even he hinself doesnt know why he is like this.

"Well, we dont know if we dont try Chim. Let me and Kookie go and ask for you," Taehyung speaks up and stands up, revealing himself. Jimin panics and pulls him back behind the pot.

"What the hell! No! Sit Tae. Let me just think of something okay? I need to impress her somehow. So she would never ever say no," Jimin rubs her chin and the three sits behind the pot for a while longer, all in silence before Jimin suddenly shouted. "Okay, I got it! She will say yes to be my girlfriend after this! I am sure of it!"

/////

"From Park Jimin? The Korean idol Park Jimin?" Y/N eyed the flower delivery man curiously as he smile and nods. "Is this a prank? Tell me, who put you up to this? Its a girl right?"

"Uh no.. its really Park Jimin. He came to the shop. With Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. I know its them because I am a fan and also," he taps the note on the flower, "Park Jimin put his name there,"

"So right now... you are saying.. that the world famous idol, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, just walk into your store, in broad daylight, and ordered flowers.. for me?" She points to herself.

"Uh.. yeah. Thats about right," the deliveryman nods again and smile. Y/N lets out a loud sarcastic laugh.

"Okay, good one. I am pretty sure this is a prank now," she received the flowers and sniff it. "Atleast I get flowers, prank or not. Thanks,"

The delivery guy shrugs and leaves, but not before looking at Y/N as if shes crazy.

"It must be Mika. Shes the only one who thinks Jimin is looking at me at the concert," Y/N shrugs and continue her work, the flowers forgotten.

Or so she thought.

Throughout the day, many more weird deliveries were made. More flowers, big, expensive ones too, cupcakes, balloons, choclates, chocolates bouquets, and even a puppy, which Y/N immediately asked to be sent back. At this rate she knows it couldnt be Mika. Is it really Jimin?

But why?

How does he knows where she works?

Even if he did finds out, did he really remember her?

And even if he did remember, why is he sending her all this stuff?

Y/N was confused for the whole day, and shes also embarassed when the customers and even her supervisor keeps complimenting how sweet her boyfriend is. Truth is, shes nor even sure if its really Jimin whos sending her all this stuff.

The gifts continue for the next three days, and Y/N just accept and places it all at the store room, even fivinf out the food to her colleagues and loyal customers. After a long hard shift, its finally time to close up. And deciding to leave everything she receives today at the shop, she cleans up and cloaed up the shop. While locking the door suddenly someone tapped her back.

"A delivery for Miss Y/N..."

"Seriously?!" With a frustrated and tired sighed she turns around. "Its almost 12 am at- J-Jimin?"

Y/N couldnt ever imagine thats its really Park Jimin standing in front of her, holding a huge bouquet of flowers. His face is covered with a mask, yes, but theres no doubt that its him.

"Well.. yeah. Are you expecting someone else?" Jimin cocks his head. Even he is nor sure where he gets his sudden confidence.

"Well... no. But I didnt expect it to be you either. Is it safe for you to roam around Japan like this? Are you lost?" Y/N furrowed her brows. How can he be lost? Where is manager?

"No. I am not lost. Unless you count loss of words everytime I see you," he smile.

"Huh?"

"Uh.. no, no, nothing. Uh.. you dont sound excited to be receiving all the gifts I sent you?" Jimin suddenly remembered hows frustrated she sound earlier when she thought he ia the delivery man.

"Well, to be honest. Not really. I mean.. I am not even sure it its really from you. And even though it is, I am still curious as to why? I mean... you dont really know me... and we are not really friends. Right?" Y/N looks at him.

Jimin is speechless. Doesnt girls like that kind of stuff? Especially from someone like him? But as he look at Y/N who is standing in front of him, face full of confusion, he realizes, Y/N is not like normal girls. thats why he felt attracted to her. Look at her right now, standing in front of him bur isnt starstruck at all.

"Uh.. to be honest, I kinda feel a chemistry between us when we first met at the first fansign..." Jimin takes a deep breath. Courage dont leave me now. "And.. I uh.. would like to talk more with you. To get to know you,"

"Okay..m so you decide to stalk me?" Y/n take a step back, a little scared. Jimin raised his hands up defensively.

"No, no! Its not like that. I didnt stalk you to find out where you work. I accidentally found out where you work 3 days ago, so I thought I could send you gifts, as a way to break the ice-"

"Wait, so you had known where I work for three days, and instead of coming in and say hi, like a normal person, you decide to flaunt your money and buy me stuff?" Y/N is trying to understabd what is the man trying to do.

"Well.. uh.. it sounds bad when you put it like that...but-but I thought you knew about my interest in you!" Jimin tries to safe whatever dignity he has left as Y/N eyes him carefully. "I have been flirting with you for the two whole concert days!"

"Flirting? When??" Y/n questioned him. "You barely even talk to me during the fansign Jimin-ssi," Y/N reminds him.

"D-dont you see me malong eye contact with you on stage? All those dance moves? Those extra stuff I did?"

"Huh?" Y/N looks straight at him. "Are you telling me that is you flirting?" Y/N didnt know if she should laugh or be pissed right now. "Thats the way to show me that you want to talk to me?"

"Y-yes,"

"Jimin... If you want to talk to me you can just ask. To be honest, I find you interesting to talk to too," Y/N smile.

"Really?!"

"Yeah... but after this weird gift giving thing... I am not sure..."

"What? No! I am not weird! Uh actually," Jimin panics. Is Y/N really going to just shut him away now? He has to do something. The thing that he planned to do when he came here. "Actually, I'm flying back to Korea tomorrow but before I leave... I just uh... wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend," he quickly pulls out a box with a white gold diamond bracelet inside. "And give you this,"

Y/N was silenced for a moment and Jimin hope that thats a good sign. He knows its rash, but hes leaving to Korea tomorrow and he needs a way to stay in touch with her. To just... make her his.

"Are you seriously kidding me right now?" Was Y/N's answer after the silenced.

"N-no?"

Y/N scoff.

"You never even introduce yourself properly to me. Or get to know me. Or even talk to me for the matter! How do you know you even really like me? If its only a blind atttaction, only because you like how I look, then I dont want any of it! Yes, I am your fan and I kmow mostly everything about you, but I dont want to know you as BTS' Park Jimin, I want to know you as Park Jimin... do you get it? And giving me ridiculous expensive gifts for three days is flirting and a way to talk to me?? And please know that hip thrusting and swiping your hair back on stage doesnt count either. What are you trying to do? Do you think I am that kind of girl Jimin?" Y/N look softly at him.

"I want a guy to ask me out, to ask me if I have plans and take his time to know me. I dont need your money or your fame Jimin. If you really like me, you would know thats the kind of girl I am. I am leaving, I am sorry, I have to declined. Have a safe flight back to Korea," Y/N bows and walks away, leaving Jimin alone.

Jimin was silenced by her unexpected outburst. He really didnt think ahe would say all this, nor did he think about how stupid his plans are. Taehyung and Jungkook has warned him, even suggested to just greet her and ask for her number, but noooo, he has to feel like he needs to impress her with expensive gifts. Now look what happen.Everything she says just make Jimin realized that she is excatly what he wants, who he needs in a woman. In a life partner. He wants to get to know her, all of her, but it seems like hes too late now.

/////

"Hyung? You okay?" Jungkook sat beside him on the bed. Its been a few days after the tour, and Jimin has been sad and locking himself in his rooms ever since.

"Yeah.. I guess?" Jimin answered lifelessly.

"You dont look okay Chim. You look... lost?" Taehyung sat at the other side of him.

"I am lost Tae. I have never been this lost in my entire life. I think I lost myself in Japan, I acted the way I would never have, and because of it, I lost my love,"

"Well.. if you lost something in Japan... I guess you have to go and get it back. Simple Chim," Taehyung grins and pat his back, hoping his best friend will understand what he meant.

/////

What happened last week is still a blur to Y/N. Did Park Jimin really sent her gifts for three days straight? The Park Jimin? Worldwide idol Park Jimin? And did he really showed up to her coffee shop and tell her he lijes ber, and wanted her to be his girlfriend? And did she rejected him, just like that?

Everything is like a dream to her. She is not even sure if it really happened it shes just imagining it all. But the wilted flowers and uneaten chocolate bars proves that all of it is too real.

She cant lie to herself. Her heart did do a little flip at the sight of Jimin that night. Yes, shes practical, but theres still a part of her that wants a fairy tale ending for herself too. She almost say yes, her heart is beating out from her chest. She cant believe its happening, Park Jimin likes her... but then her practical side takes over. Reminding her that they barely knew each other, what if Jimin ends up not liking her? And what she told Jimin is true, she wants someone who will ask her out, who will take his time to learn about her, just as mich as she will learn about him.

Maybe Jimin is only a drean afterall.

As she walks along the sakura covered park, Y/N sighed. Shes at her happy place. Her beautiful home, but she has never felt so lost.

/////

"Thank god I found you here," the voice behind her pants. Y/N immediately turns around only to see Park Jimin panting, holding his knees. Is she hallucinating in broad daylight now?

"Jimin? Is that really you?" She looks at the figure closely. Jimin looks up after catching his breath

"H-hi. I'm Park Jimin, and I came all the way from Korea just to find you, and someone told me that you are at a sakira park, but theres a lot of sakura park during during spring in Japan and I went to like 30 of them and then I got lost all over Japan, but I dont care, because I can handle being lost in Japan, but I cant handle losing myself again and worse, losing a chance to know you," he smile at her stunt reaction. "Y/N.. I got lost all over Japan, just so I can ask you..," Jimin wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans as Y/N smile at his stuttering form.

"Yes, Park Jimin?" Y/N flashed him a wide smile, easing his mind and making all his doubts dissappear, a surge of confidence suddenly surfacing in him.

"Do you... do you perhaps have any plans tonight? Because I want to take you out. I want to spend the whole night getting to know you, all about you," He took a step forward and bravely hold her waist, grinning widely.

"And why would you want to do that when you just met me three times Park Jimin?" Y/N hide her smile any longer.

"Because I.. well, because honestly Y/N..." he tuxks a stray hair behind her ears and look straight into her eyes, "I cant get you out of my mind,"

[xo-dailypier-blog]

this is not a recap;

     hey cumguzzlers,

It has come to my attention that Lady X took it upon herself to rate the nether regions of the men of Santa Monica. Unfortunately her assessment was BIASED and hardly based on facts. So as a JOURNALIST, I have taken it upon myself to get to the TRUTH. Today will be a Top 9 list of the men in this town, and their BEDROOM PERFORMANCES.

I’m not revealing actual sizes, because I firmly believe that it’s all about the motion of the ocean. And if you think I’m giving a run down on every SCRUB in this town, you’re out of your mind! I WISH I could have made this a Top 10 but most of the guys on Lady X’s assessment, have already been exposed in the fuck hut tapes during Summer Crush, and honestly? Don’t even make the cut for the top 5. Like, we KNOW the #DemonDick is low-key worth the hype (BUT YOU SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM IT BECAUSE HELLO? IT RUINED TWO RELATIONSHIPS IN LIKE THE SPAN OF A DAY! AND IM SURE THE BUCK DOESNT STOP THERE!), and we GET IT, Adam has a massive ROD, and I’m sure (Power Top) Asher, his brother, isn’t that far off. Vic IS well endowed AND can make things EROTIC. And we all know about Jack, who is also well endowed but has, like, erectile dysfunction or whatever. Oh, and don’t forget Daddy Sorrentino is obvs a beast in the sheets, but I’ve been telling you guys that since, like, ever. And I’m honestly on a Jamie/Cunty Sabbatical atm, they’re going through a difficult time after Cunty cheated, so who really needs their dick-info broadcasted on top of all that, ya know? (Cunty deff comes in at an alleged 9 inches, which is bigger than Jamie, BUT he (Cunty) never uses his junk on Jamie because, like Asher, Jamie is a Power Top. (but you didn’t hear this from me). Look, if any guy is left off the list that you have interest in, like, just ask Phobe. I’m sure she’ll know.

But before we get started, Congratulations are in order! You guys voted on Hottie of the Moment, and we have a winner!

It’s none other than Miss Fraudi Zirconium herself (@heidistarks​) The queen of bargains has stormed onto the scene in her Wild Fable Couture and has CAPTIVATED the hearts of all Santa Monicans. In honor of her win, I am giving everyone a $25 gift card to Claire’s! If you go to their website and use offer code SharkThot, you too, can get the Heidi Look. When asked about her recent accomplishment she had this to say:

"It's about fucking time." - Fraudi Zirconium Stark, 2019

Congratulations, again Fraudi! You go girl, work that Forever 21 tracksuit, bitch!

NINE - ALEC CLARKE @alecxclarke​

One of the wangs in question that Lady X TOUCHED ON was Alec Clarke. She mentioned that Alec was more than likely LACKING in the his SOUTHERN MEAT DEPARTMENT. So obvs i had a BONE to pick with this assessment because Alec’s fan base is GETTING UP there with Jamie Carter’s so we have to know what he got in them jeans. Sadly ... while his junk is fine. His way around the bedroom is is abysmal, I honestly thought it was a PHALL-ACY but one girl who is one of his past flings, wrote to me after seeing Lady X’s post. She has asked to remain anonymous...

Hey DP (and Lady X),

I saw your post about Alec and you’re wrong about his size. He’s actually pretty girthy and lengthy or whatever. But he is honestly one of my worst encounters. We met on a dating app, that shall remain nameless. So fast forward to sexy time, and once we started making out it was a tragedy! No tongue, no passion. It was like kissing a mcfucking corpse! His lips were like, so dry, but, whatever, that’s not the problem. Once I started giving him a blow jay he just randomly burst into tears, and said he couldn’t do it anymore, and asked if I wanted to play fucking Yahtzee. I left and bought Listerine. I think you should look into if he is like this with all the girls, instead of his size. Bc that’s the real tea. Anyways, Love the Blog! Kisses!

Its always such a disappointment when this happens. OBVIOUSLY our HoneyBun Alec has some issues to work on. I know he has a Crazy life but I didn’t think things were this HARD for him.

Overall Rating: N/A

Favorite Position: Again, N/A. I could hardly find girls who’ve had sex with him ................. INCHresting. (Ok, that was the last one).

Downside: I mean, Hello? He breaks out in tears mid-coitus! He IS the downside!

Alec! Write into us with your side of the story! I prom (half a promise) that I won’t believe the rumors. Love ya, Honey Bun!

EIGHT - SKYLER DAVIS @skylerxdavis​

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Favorite Position: zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz

Downside: zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz

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SEVEN - NOAH SINCLAIR @nhsinclair​

So next on the list is Noah Sinclair. This one will be brief, because it really threw me for a loop. So I’m sorry to report, that Noah has a Chode. I know. I’m actually crying while typing this but this is only the word on the street, so take it with a grain of salt.

“Darla” (fake name) wrote in to my blog to refute Lady X’s claims. She writes:

I’ve had half way sex with Noah one time and when he dropped his pants I literally laughed. Not to body shame or whatever, but I, like, couldn’t have sex with him because the condom didn’t fit. Sorry, didn’t have a Trojan Jr readily available? He’s good with his hands though.

So Noah has made the list in a sad and unfortunate entry. So ladies if you want Noah to DIP his NUGGET in YOUR sauce, you better make your move!

Maybe this is why he got that divorce. Ugh, poor Natasha. Let’s hope this is all a rumor, I would hate for it to be true.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (The hand thing is kind of important).

Favorite Position: Noah’s Nugget Number (No clue what this means, ask Diana or Natasha).

Downside: There is no downside if you, like myself, are privy to a good Nugget or two. #RanchPlease

MOVING ON!

SIX - LOGAN LANCASTER @loganlancaster​

Our next entry is none other than Long Dick Logan Lancaster. According to Lady X, Logan is average. Well I’m here to let you know that, thankfully, LDL lives up to his name (no nuggets here!). But you guys would have to get with him to truly find out how #blessed he is.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: Alligator Fuckhouse, according to sources. (DON’T Google it, live in ignorance).

Downside: The only reason, ya boi has gotten 4 stars instead of 5 is because of the rumors surrounding his hygiene. As we know, there’s been a debate on the internet about washing your legs. And Logan, an able bodied man, doesn’t do that. Nor does he take showers the way that he should. Many girls who’ve been with him have complained of smelling the stinch of onions and mildew while ENGAGING with him. Others have complained of a SALTY taste while going down on him. Most of the girls he’s BANGED have all been in the junkyard of his Auto Shop or whatever so maybe it’s a fetish for them? That’s no excuse for bringing that nasty ass behavior to every other girl in Santa Monica.

Thankfully a bunch of you have been sending body wash to his shop, so maybe we can LanCAST the mustiness away (If this is true).

Logan, please write in, I need to know the truth. But other than that, the dick is BOMB! But make sure you don’t over-do it on B.J. part though, sodium intake is v important and you wouldn’t want to get hypertension suckling on his salty ass COCK.

FIVE - EMRE YOGIOH @emre--yavuz

Ok, so next on the list is Emre Yugoslavia (or whatever his name is). Ok so ... buckle in ladies.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: The Lion King (I’m serious, don’t Google these things).

Downside: Ok, so Emre is supposedly into bondage. Which totally makes sense since he’s like, repressed from childhood. The whole missing sister thing really took a toll on his psych, since he’s parents totes forgot about him. Now he YEARNS for control. So the word is that he’s basically Christian Grey but not a literal abuser. He’s into bondage, slapping, SPITTING, choking, flogging, and whips and chains EXCITE HIM. An S&M Daddy! Now the only reason this is in the Downside section is because it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Some girls find it disturbing, and others are totes into it. I’m the latter! Sign me the FUCK up! Choke me with those strong REPRESSED hands.

I noticed he and Olivia have been friendly recently, let’s hope she knows that she’ll be walking side to side after a night with him (no, but like, because of the flogging, not the dick). Once he’s done with those spread sheets at his hoity-toity big boy job, spread sheets take on a whole new meaning once the dawn comes. You go Emre Yahooligan! #callme

FOUR - DEVIN FLORES @devinxflores

First of all, I just want to give a big thanks to all of you for letting me call him Devin TORRES for the past few MONTHS like a complete MORON! I really appreciate you guys letting me disgrace the future KING of Santa Monica in such a terrible way! No really, you guys are the best. I love my fans <3.

Anyways, it’s well known that Devin and his Alaskan Bull Worm have burrowed through the city. Both the men and women alike have survived the DF experience, with ZERO complaints .... well, except for one ...

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: The Charizard (ONCE again, don’t Google. Just know that it involves fire ... And we aint talking about lighting no candles (which he allegedly seems to enjoy, how romantic!)).

Downside: As we have witnessed, Devin is a complete and total klutz! He is always getting himself into a bullshit that is literally all his fault. Didn’t he glue something to his head a few weeks ago -- actually, you know what? That’s not important. What I was getting at is, the main complaint about DaddyDevinFLORES is that during SACX the klutz JUMPS OUT. He has been rumored to have smacked his head on the headboard whilst switching positions (causing him to go UNCONSCIOUS for SEVERAL HOURS, which completely RUINS the mood). One of his Encounters even claimed that during a Romantic Toast of Wine, he clinked the glass so hard it broke and and SHARDS of GLASS went into his hands, causing him to bleed INSTANTLY. What the fuck, Devin?

How could someone who can handle balls so well out on the soccer court, not be able to handle them in the bedroom without accidentally falling out of a window in the process?

Ladies and Gents, much like Emre, Devin will have you walking Side to Side, but if it happens you might be suffering from brain damage after falling in the shower whilst trying to have sex with him. Please seek professional help immediately.

THREE - BERNBERN<3 @carverberncrd

Coming in at Number 3 is none other than Heidi’s personal play thing! We’ve seen his bulge through his Under Armour spanks, so Of Course I had to do a little research to find out the Lipton on HIS heat-seeker. I’ve reached out to his past flings and came to a general consensus.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The women I interviewed all confirmed he is an excellent LAY, so once again, I was right. BernBern<3 outsold your favs.

Favorite Position: Doggystyle (obvi)

Downside: He’s a Taurus so while he will indeed fuck you into a state of paralysis, it’s only to reach his Hedonistic Quota for the evening. He probs won’t even remember your name once he’s done, let alone learn it in the first place. So don’t get attached<3.

His star sign also explains his relationship with Fraudi. Not only are they both so annoyingly stubborn, but Two tops can rarely make it in a relationship. Just ask Ash — never mind. (Omg, btw Idk WHY everyone keeps asking. YES, the rumors are true! BernBern<3 gets pegged, but only by Heidi, it’s actually a testament to his masculinity and how he’s reached the apex of it at this point. But this is all old tea. So I guess Julian isn’t the only #DemonDick in the Stark Fam, Surprise?). Anyways, I ship them, but they get on my fucking nerves! They can’t even admit their undying love for each other, which is so obvious. But this isn’t about #Berni (working ship name), BernBern<3 has a massive COCK (and heart) and it has landed itself on the Top of the list.

TWO - SINRIQUE @itsenriqueaguilar

This one came as a surprise to me because I have no idea who this is. But yalls asses do! So here we have Enrique Aguilar, coming in at number 2 because of the OUTPOUR of receipts on the TALLY WACK ATTACK that he PACKS.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: You know, there wasn’t a general consensus, he’s a man FULL of surprises.

Downside: No, you don’t understand, there is literally no downside. Look, here is a letter from one of the women he’s slept with. For reasons, you will understand REAL soon, this person has been kept anonymous.

Dear DP,

It’s been approximately 1 year, two months, 9 days, 5 hours, and 46 seconds since I Locked Eyes with Enrique from across a crowded room. That night would go to be on of the most invigorating, tantalizing, and romantic experiences of my life. But when I woke up the following morning HE was gone. I long for the day I see him again. My heart Aches at the thought of him with another women. Giving her the same love that HE gave to ME. I need you to understand that I was a grade A student at my university (4.0). I had an paid internship at an elite institution that OWULD HAVE LED ME INTO A PROMISING CAREER! BUT AFTER THAT NIGHT I BECAME RAVENOUS. I NEEDED MORE. AND IT CONSUMED ME! EVENTUALLY I LOST MY INTERN BECAUSE I STOPPED SHOWING UP! I FLUNKED OUT OF SCHOOL BECAUSE I DIDN’T CARE ANYMORE. I SEARCHED YOU ON ALL SOCIAL MEDIA BUT I COULDN’T FIND YOU! ENRIQUE I NEED YOU BACK IN MY LIFE! JUST FOR ONE MORE NIGHT! PEASE I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE! CALL ME AT [redacted]

Obviously Ivy, sent this in ... kidding (But honestly though? They did used to date, which ... yikes ... Good to know Daddy Rique has no standards, maybe we all have a chance. #shade #clapback #scalpt)

Anyways, I’ll have to keep an eye on this one, he seems to have a good head on his shoulders ... AND good head on his shoulders OKURRRRRR!!!

ONE - SEBASTIAN DELGADO @bashdelgado

That nerd that sat in the back of the classroom brainstorm his next nerdy ass invention with high-watered khakis, and orthopedic shoes in like, the ninth grade (because he was focused on Arch Support???????). That’s him, Sebastian Delgado. And Baby Daddy Bash has DITCHED the NERD LOOK and is now ready to SNATCH YOUR CAT BACK.

I’m sure everyone is just surprised as I am. But hey, they don’t call him “Bash” for nothing (except for the fact that it’s a shortened version of his name). He’s totes Bashing Puss with his MONSTROUS MEAT TRUNCHEON (and Buss?? Sebastian contact me about your sexuality).  

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: Missionary, he’s a man of passion and likes to stare DEEP into your eyes. #swoon #romantic #westan

Downside: Well if you HATE Love and AFFECTION, this one is not the one for you. Not only does he have a GINORMOUS, UN-NUGGETED MEAT SEPTOR/LAP ROCKET/VAGINA MINER, which, by the way, last a LONG time, He is EXCELLENT BOYFRIEND Material! He’s caring, patient, kind, resourceful, loyal, and he is well on his way to becoming a multi-millionaire -- which is NOT the reason he is number one! Money is not the goal here ladies (and guys? Seriously Sebastian, I need to know what’s up).  

Sebastian is the complete package and he has ALL of the other guys in this town QUAKING!

So Stan A True Man. Stan .... Sebastian.

And that, my friends, ends the TRUE tea on the wangs in this town. This was fun while it lasted, but I have some COCKtails that need my attention (ok, maybe THAT was the last one).

xo, DP

[harryseyebrows]

Hmm I dunno. Maybe he asks Jeff if he wants to be in the delivery room with him, and Jeff is like ... do u want me there?? And then Harry’s like um yeah obviously. Or there could be something more climactic. Like Harry goes out for dinner with a male friend, and Jeff gets sort of twitchy and weird and jealous. And they get in a fight when Harry gets home, like Jeff makes a comment about their sleeping situation and Harry’s “date” and Harry’s like “it wasn’t a date because I love YOU”

why not BOTH. so harry has to decide like.. how he wants to do things lol and because jeff goes with him to is appointments, jeff is present when harry discusses it with his OB. c-section? he’d rather not; major abdominal surgery just really lacks appeal for him. epidural? yes, because he’d like to avoid as much pain as possible. hospital or birthing center? a hospital makes him feel more safe, but he won’t exclude the possibility of a center, either. all of these things make jeff’s head spin a bit, because it’s really happening. not right now, obviously. but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. they’re going to have a baby. one little person thats made up of all the little parts of the two of them. he can barely wrap his head around it. but harry’s sitting next to him, casually talking about ‘bearing down like you’re having a bowel movement’ and its just totally bizarre. a baby. the whole process seems really intense and scary and embarrassing and he knows that harry isnt a very shy person but he wonders if he’ll want jeff in the room with him. so he asks. and a mild argument ensues but NO DRAMATIC REVEALS YET!!!

perhaps when harry goes on his little outing, he’s roughly 8 months and some weeks along. thoroughly pregnant. while he’s getting ready, jeff makes some comment like ‘are you sure you should be going out like that?’ because its january in london (harry wanted to have the baby at home - not LA home, but home home; and of course, jeff followed) and it’s slippery out and cold and well. jeff just really doesnt like the idea of harry going out with some random guy (he’s not actually a random guy, he’s a small-scale producer that harry is considering working with) when he’s carrying their baby. harry, for his part, mostly ignores jeff’s sourness. he gets dressed in relative silence - he doesn’t ask for help when he tries to wiggle into his elastic waist jeans, even though he almost falls over twice. he simply slips on his coat and boots and leaves with a curt, ‘there’s stuff for pasta in the cabinet.’ jeff tries to watch TV while he’s gone, but he’s too restless to focus. can’t stop thinking about harry and that guy, blake or brian, whatever his name is, putting his hand on harry’s forearm or touching his lower back. he does end up making pasta and it helps distract him a bit, but his mind is still going a mile a minute. he’s mostly relaxed until harry walks through the door two hours later and then jeff’s frustration and doubt and anger, if he’s being honest, are all renewed, fresh like a recently picked scab. 

‘have fun?’ he asks, voice snide and mean in a way he never is with harry. ever. 

harry is in the middle of putting his coat on a hanger. ‘what?’ he asks, eyebrows furrowing. his cheeks are very pink, from the cold. he should’ve worn a scarf. 

‘on your little date. did you have fun?’ jeff places extra emphasis on the word ‘date’, lets it clang out of his mouth like a bullet. 

harry rounds on him. he wobbles for a second because his center of balance has been off since month five, but he casts an imposing figure, his green eyes turned hard and fiery. that’s another thing that’s changed. Pregnant Harry is different from Not-Pregnant Harry; now he always seems ready for a fight. 

‘excuse me?’

jeff shrugs, feigning innocence. ‘is he nice? did he pick up the bill?’

harry’s boots clack loudly on the hardwood as he storms over to where jeff is sitting. ‘what’s your problem?’ 

‘just looking out. wanna make sure that we get the vetting process done early. so that when you guys start playing house we don’t run into any surprises.’

he doesn’t know where any of this is coming from. everything is oozing out of him like lava - hot and molten and burning. he watches as harry visibly flinches, stung. 

‘you’re being an asshole right now,’ harry spits, and jeff catches the moment his lower lip starts to tremble. ‘it was a business meeting. i wanted to talk to him about doing a song, you absolute dickhead.’

jeff wants to wash himself down a sink and turn on the garbage disposal. he knew all of that. really, he did. but he had to go ahead and let his insecurities get the best of him. and now he’s made harry upset. 

he stands and puts his hands up in surrender. ‘h…’ he tries, but harry shakes his head. 

‘no. don’t touch me. don’t even– i don’t even want to look at you right now.’

jeff feels that like a punch to his solar plexus. he nods, because he deserves it. 

‘listen. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t– i didn’t mean those things.’

harry’s eyes are glistening now, and he hastily scrubs at them before any tears can fall, turning so block jeff’s view. ‘yes you did. otherwise you wouldn’t have said them.’

jeff swallows. ‘well. i shouldn’t have said them. it’s not fair to you. i– even if it wasn’t just… for business. you’re like. allowed to see people.’

out of everything, that gets harry’s attention the most. his head whips around so quick jeff worries about him snapping his neck. he sounds borderline hysterical. ‘what?’

‘i just–’

‘what are you on about? do you hear yourself?’

‘you–’

‘no. be quiet. you’ve done enough talking,’ harry says, chest heaving as he breathes quickly. ‘i dont know if you’ve noticed or not, but im pregnant. im having your baby. we moved in together! we literally live under the same roof. sleep in the same bed. i make you coffee in the morning. and im not doing that because i want to play house. i do it because i–’ his face scrunches up. he looks at the ground and lets out a huff of humorless laughter. ‘because i love you. not anyone else. you.’

jeff drops heavily back onto the couch. he puts his head in his hands. can’t believe how badly he’s fucked this up. because surely harry can’t mean present tense. no, after this? jeff might as well start packing his bags now. 

‘harry,’ jeff says to his own socked feet. ‘im sorry.’

harry doesn’t move. doesn’t make a sound. he lets jeff marinate in his own gloriously-proportioned mistake. 

jeff continues, chancing a glance upwards. ‘i can go. if you want. im sure you dont want me around right now.’ 

harry sighs and throws his arms up in exasperation. ‘did you not listen to one thing i just said?’

‘but–’

‘i only want you around. that’s the whole point. even when you make me really, really fucking mad and say stupid, shitty things.’

this is it. jeff wrings his hands together. he stands up and takes a few steps forward, but leaves some space between them. his whole body is tingling, both from harry’s admission and his own, that’s sitting just on the tip of his tongue, ready to be catapulted out there into the open. 

‘i–’ his voice nearly breaks. he swallows and tries again. ‘i love you. too. i mean, in general.’

harry’s still royally pissed - jeff can feel it coming off him in waves - but he can’t conceal the way his lips wobble as he tries to fight a smile. 

‘you’re an idiot,’ he says. ‘a complete idiot. i cook you dinner and ask to cuddle all the time and wash your hair in the shower sometimes. and you thought i was doing all of that, for what? just to be nice?’

‘i didnt know what to think! one minute you’re all comely and sweet, and the next you’re yelling at me because i put a spoon in the wrong drawer.’

‘ive got a baby sitting on my bladder! im hormonal! and you’re the one who did it to me!’

jeff’s throat goes dry. now is not the time to be thinking about that. 

in a few short strides, harry closes the gap between them. well, as much as he can when he has almost a whole foot of belly jutting out from his middle. he grabs jeff by the wrist and brings his hand to the curve of his stomach, just under his ribs. it only takes a few seconds for jeff to feel tiny thumps under his palm and fingers. 

harry cups him around the back of his neck with his free hand. up against jeff’s ear, he softly says, ‘even without this… without them. id still love you.’

jeff presses his forehead against harry’s. ‘i didn’t ruin things, did i?’

harry moves jeff’s hand, so it’s resting over his heart instead. ‘no. this is yours, too.’

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS THE SAPPIEST SHIT IVE EVER WRITTEN OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD IM GONNA PUKE!!!!!!!!!!!

[scarletrebel]

⭐star⭐ waffle at me about your favourite lines youve written

ohhh friend you have opened a pandoras box and i hope you are ready also thank you aha

so i started…….. picking some lines and made the Executive Decision to just do one fic because i was planning on doing a couple from a handful of fics but turns out im far too prone to waffling about this kind of stuff because i love picking things apart and figuring out why they work because i love fuckign words and the things they evoke and stuff so yeah this is just some fave lines from most recent fic, requital. 

this was part of a ‘directors cut’ writer thing and if anyone has any more prompts, feel more than free to send them my way! 

Requital, Chp. 1: 

His honesty, wrapped tightly underneath a chivalrous act; a throwaway comment to soften the exposure of such a question, draws her closer.

She kisses him, and hopes that even though the motion is countless in the amount of times they’ve come together, that the answer is plain enough. A claim, she hears her own words in her head, tasting the tobacco of his morning cigarette on her tongue, the warmth of the pull at his hands on her hips.

so whilst i cant say this section was directly inspired by the ecdysis book, what i can say is that there is definitely some influence going on here, in particular these two lines from the page ‘synesthesia’:

“Wu Ming is a bonfire in the darkness, and she crawls toward his warmth.”

“Wu Ming leaves his questions by the wayside as he is drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty.” 

and thats not something i realised until i was writing the final draft, and im pretty pleased with myself considering not only is requital going to examine some of the similarities between avia and drifter, but also the fact that ecdysis is probably my favourite book. i mean…… ‘drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty’ what the FUCK KIND OF LINE its gorgeous i cant deal with it or this book or this page or how desperately gorgeous the tragedy of drifter and orins relationship is 

also…… look. im a hopeless romantic. always have been, probs always will be, so when i say avia and rook are soulmates i mean it in the cheesiest way possible. right before this is rook feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole awoken engaging thing, and theres no way avia can actually put into words how irrevocably in love she is with rook. so she kisses him, and hopes beyond hope that she can put those feelings into motions if not words. i also enjoy the small bit of possessiveness that came out of her too, because the whole ‘claim’ thing with the awoken was there since the first draft but this section came in the final edit, she thinks of it so casually but when she goes on to say that she’d actually duel anyone who came between them i…….. would not put it past her to be 100% down to do that. 

rook isnt a bonfire in the darkness, he’s an anchor in the deep, a solid tether when the sea becomes a storm. 

(ayyy where the FUCK WAS THAT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS) 

Requital Chp. 2:

Here’s the thing, if you’ve gone through the trouble of decrypting this (a fortified certain-eyes-only encryption that took me a couple of hundred years to perfect, thank you very much), it at least means you’re interested, so hear me out.

i like this line a lot, for a few reasons. drifter knows avia well enough at this point to be well acquainted with her temper and lack of time for dealing with his nonsense. it’s the first flick of the coin between the two of them, drifter laying the proverbial gauntlet down and at the end of the day, its up to her whether or not she picks it up. 

and she does, avia asks levi to decrypt it, and the first thing she sees is drifter acknowledging that shes done so and asking her to at least hear him out. he’s kind of caught her out, and she can respect that even if thats not at the forefront of her mind. avia also has her own brand of curiosity when it comes to people like the drifter, so this is kind of the first inkling of that. and it also (i hope) makes you wonder if drifter is aware of that curiosity that she has, if he sent the message decrypted on purpose to get her interested. 

She smiles at the note, throws her legs over the bed and stretches around a yawn. Five minutes later, Levi puts her in her armour.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?” The Ghost asks. “We don’t have anything urgent to do. There’s breakfast here.”

Avia hums, considering. She moves into the kitchen, glances over the fridge, the cupboards. She looks then onto the sofa, the sprawled pillows, untidy blankets. Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.

“No. I’m not hungry, let’s go.”

“Okay,” Levi says in that tone of voice that lets her know they aren’t buying it. “Should we walk, or transmat?”

Avia notices the balcony door is still open. She walks over and closes it, the streets barely alive as one or two civilians walk to and fro, glancing idly at each other as they pass. “Transmat.”

avia immediately makes an comment about being all domestic with rook in chapter 1. its just not something that suits her in her own mind, and that line (even though i havent waffled about it bc dear god theres too much here already) was something i immediately knew i wanted if i was going to write a day of domestic bliss with her and her fiance, because i knew it’d be a hard thing for her to just get on with like a normal person aha. 

so, we get this part in chapter 2. the domestic bliss is over, and what avia knows best, what shes always known best, is a set of armour and getting back to work. however this part of herself contradicts that which she’s experienced for the past day, and especially the line ‘Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.’ i put in to really reinforce that idea. its not the metal that feels out of place in this scene, its the person in the metal. and her eagerness to transmat straight to the tower rather than walk through the peaceful city streets shows her tendency to run from such thoughts.

this part came really naturally, actually. its a small snapshot into a bigger struggle avia has with herself (especially given the dreaming city, the reef, petra and now potentially going back to the worst part of the shore with drifter) of where she belongs, and more importantly, if she deserves to belong. which is why levi talks to her in that tone because they know what shes doing, theyve seen it so many times before – avia in a scenario that resembles something normal and running from it with no one around to stop her, because in her subconscious she doesnt believe she deserves it. 

“Ada-1, I believe, has fully settled into the Tower. She becomes more and more tolerable of the Guardians by the day. And with the discovery of Niobe labs, her mood has been favourable.”

i had no idea how fun scarlet was to write until i got to this part. she almost has her own language, really. writing ‘im really proud of ada because i spent all morning with her and she was only snippy with like two guardians and shes been really uplifted and im really happy for her since they found niobe labs’ in scarlets own ‘okay but heres the relevant information’ way of explaining things is a challenge but FUN. like, really fun?? 

because scarlet wouldnt be mentioning adas mood if she didnt care, ya know? and its not that she cant say that longer thing about being proud and stuff, its just that she doesnt see the sense in it and its not important information. like, if avia and eden were to spend a dedicated amount of time whittling her down she would absolutely say ‘i am so proud of ada and also i wanna smooch her face how do i do that as an exo’ but its just not a thing for her. but part of the reason why ada and scarlet being together was an idea that i had was because i imagine that line of thinking probably suits ada. 

“It was at Ada’s request. I had more knowledge of the area in its current state, and felt more comfortable talking to Ikora and her Hidden agents than Ada did…”

supportive exo girlfriends. that is all. man ive gotta write more about these two

“Hmm,” Ada wears a concerned stare masked behind a formal rigidity that Avia knows her Warlock teammate best for.

if im being honest, i just really enjoy this line. i imagine its hard for exos to show concern, esp a character like ada and my girl scarlet, so avia has spent a lot of time dissecting certain facial cues and yeah im proud of how this description came out aha

…as if she hadn’t spent the past few months clipping sidelong comments and threatening him when his Gambit veered out of the realm of her control.

avia is a control freak. plain and simple, and i wanted to make that as obvious as possible considering this sentence is only a few away from avia choosing to go and talk to drifter. 

there’s a certain amount of ‘i need to understand this thing that i have limited knowledge on so i can predict/control/plan for it in the future’ in how avia views drifter in general, its a kind-of warlock way of thinking about things but the big difference is avias need for control in these situations is a) selfish and b) only applies to things that she knows she has a good chance of understanding/taming. shes not going around learning about the hive because she has a good understanding that thats a cosmic threat that can only be defended against until it comes. drifter on the other hand is on her doorstep.

i also really loved the contradiction in putting ‘gambit’ and ‘control’ next to each other in a sentence, i kinda hoped it showed how conflicted avia is about going and talking to drifter, and maybe even how naive it is of her to think that it could turn out okay. 

She was incensed, maybe, at the way he spoke to Ada, needed to go and stomp the idea out of his head but he got her talking, like he does

i like this line bc its avia acknowledging that she knows how shes viewed. she knows everyone sees her as a hot-head, she knows her anger veers away from her sometimes and whilst she’s gotten better at getting a handle on it, it’s still an aspect of her that people who dont know her well enough find it hard to get past. 

i also enjoy how new people to this fic/avia in general might not know that this is a big part of her? so she’s trying to use it as an excuse, ‘well no one can blame me if i say i got really mad because thats what i do’ and it (hopefully) tells new people about that aspect of her character without having to show the worst part of it, the convo with ada being an introduction to it i guess – especially since the past few scenes have seen her a lot softer than im used to writing aha. 

“Dammit,” she mutters under her breath. And walks towards the Drifter before she can make a better decision

fun fact – this line was originally ‘and walks down the corridor before she can make a better decision.’ 

i changed it because i wanted to make it more obvious that avia is making a conscious decision to choose drifter, that she’s walking towards a path that she knows is not a good idea. it provides foreshadowing for the allegiance quest and referring to him as ‘The Drifter’ cements it as an idea that she’s walking towards and not necessarily a person.