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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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we must never be apart (gerard way x drummer!reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 12: Hickies/Lovebites/Quickies

Era: Projekt Revolution (2007)

Reader Pronouns: None, but Reader has AFAB anatomy and there's one "Mistress" use.

Content:

- Backstage quickies againnnn

- HELLA subby Gerard

- Pegging mention

- Free use mention

- Established but secret relationship, fuck it we ball

Word Count: 2,435

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

Gerard lets out a quiet whimper as the door closes behind you. You lean in to whisper a warning in his ear as you back him up against a wall.

"Quiet," you murmur before leaning in further, pressing a kiss to his neck. A soft albeit high-pitched sound breaks up from his throat as he relaxes underneath your touch.

You pull back, looking at him in the dim light of the venue's supply closet. He returns your gaze, swallowing hard.

You can't help but give him a sly smile. He's ruined already.

You're about to make it a whole lot worse.

"That's my good boy."

Before he can fully process the praise, your lips are pressed hard against his. He moans against your mouth, desperate. You can't resist making a comment about it when you pull away.

"So needy," you say. Then, because you always love to hear him say it: "Tell me what you want, baby."

He lets out another shaky whine before obliging you. "W-want you to keep touching me."

You giggle. "That's not very specific, is it?" You press an open-mouthed kiss to the edge of his jaw, working your way up until your lips rest just below his ear. "You could have me however you wanted," you whisper to him. "My hands... My mouth... My pussy... It's all yours."

As soon as these words pass your lips, you busy yourself with kissing him again, your mouth trailing back down his neck. He throws his head back, letting out another desperate groan.

Your eyes flick upwards, taking in the look on his face. His eyes are closed, ringed by eyeliner that has yet to be ruined by sweat, — or tears, if you had it your way. His mouth hangs open slightly, lost in the feeling of the meager touches and kisses that you're giving him. You're tempted to shove your fingers inside, make him suck and gag on them, but you figure it's best if that comes later. He still has to sing tonight, after all.

"Hurry up and tell me, baby," you urge him between kisses. "The show starts in thirty minutes. We don't have much time."

Judging by the way that Gerard is reacting to mere foreplay, you know that half an hour is more than enough time to get him off and continue going about your night. Still, there's something about the urgency that adds

another layer of thrill to the situation. The nagging notion that you shouldn't be doing this right now makes it all the more fun.

"Don't care what you do," Gerard finally manages. "Just want you to make me yours."

These words draw your attention to the insistent throbbing between your legs. Of course, knowing that you're in charge, you have to keep your composure.

"Just wanna be mine, huh?" you echo sweetly. "You wanna show everybody? Let everyone who looks at you know that you're my bitch?"

The degrading nickname elicits another pathetic whimper. "Yeah," he says. "Want them to know... Want them to see..."

You chuckle. "So they can picture how you look underneath me every night?" you ask. "You want them to hear all those dirty noises you make and wonder if that's what you sound like when I suck you off? Want them to talk about whether or not I'm the one fucking you?" You teasingly nip at his neck, inspiring a beautifully shrill cry that leaves you smiling against his skin.

"You know that they'd wonder," you go on. "The way that you bend over the amp... How you walk over to my drumset sometimes and mess with me, like you're just trying to piss me off... Everybody knows you're just begging to get fucked." You let out another laugh as you suck a hickey against a particularly tender spot on his neck. "God, I wish I had my strap. I'd fuck your brains out, right up against this wall. Ruin you before the show even starts."

These words cause him to let out a full-blown, desperate moan, leaning in to press his face against your neck. "Fuck me," he mutters.

You push him away from you, pinning him against the wall again. You give him a sly grin as your eyes rake over him, taking in his flushed face, the look of wanting in his eyes, the already-purpling marks on his neck.

He gives another shaky gulp, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Your smile fades away as you slowly shake your head. "You know, baby," you say. "I'm not sure you deserve that."

You swear that you see the hope draining from his eyes instantly. "What?" he huffs out, his voice high-pitched and whiny. "Why?"

In truth, you want nothing more than to sink down on him and ride him, quick and dirty, let him fill you up with his come before you walk onstage. Still, something tells you that teasing him before the show and spending the rest of the night getting him worked up will be much more fun in the end.

You hum, absentmindedly stroking the side of his face, — a gesture that is both condescending and affectionate enough to have Gerard melting against you. "You just haven't been as patient as you usually are," you explain. "You're usually so compliant, but tonight, you're being a bit... bratty."

He whines slightly, squirming slightly against your hold. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Was an accident, I swear. I—" He lets out a high-pitched sound of surprise as your hands travel down to his chest, pushing him up against the wall.

His eyes meet yours, pretty and coal-lined and filled with an unmistakable emotion. Fear.

You bare your teeth at him in the form of a dazzling smile. "Feeling ungrateful, are we?"

"N-no," he stammers, shaking his head back and forth pathetically.

"Hmm... I don't know." Before he can attempt to further explain himself, you lean in, giving him another deep, blistering kiss.

He kisses you back fervently, like he's afraid it's the only contact he'll have with you for the rest of the night. You're far too wet for that to be case, but that doesn't mean that you can't mess with him a little bit.

"You have two options," you tell him when he comes up for air, gasping for breath. You lean in so that your foreheads touch. As innocently domestic as the gesture may seem to others, the eye contact between the two of you is filled with white hot intensity. "Option number one: you get off from just my hand..."

One of your hands wanders down his body, landing on his belt buckle. You smile to yourself as you feel his breathing hitch.

"Or option number two..." You idly run your hand over his bulge for a moment before suddenly pulling back. "I go and fix my makeup right now, and leave you to take care of this by yourself."

"N-no," Gerard blurts out. "No, please..." You feel him shifting against you, desperately searching for just the slightest bit of friction.

You raise your eyebrows, pushing harder against his shoulders. "Behave," you caution him.

That one word is enough to make him go completely still, looking up at you with those sad doe eyes again.

You laugh softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Good boy." Without warning, your hand returns to the fly of his jeans. Though you hear his quiet gasp, you are pleased to find that he remains motionless.

"Why don't you beg pretty for me?" you ask him, pressing your hand ever-so-slightly harder against the denim.

It doesn't take him any time to comply. "Please," he whimpers.

"Please, what?" you ask, beginning to rub your hand up and down, slowly, oh-so-fucking-slowly.

"Please, Mistress," Gerard pants without missing a beat. God, he's so fucking good. "Please let me use your hand to get off."

"There we go." Your lips return to his neck as you finally reach for his zipper. You continue sucking at that sensitive place as you tug his jeans halfway down. You pull away when you realize that there are no underwear for you to discard.

"Little slut." You reach out, grabbing his ass quickly before pulling your hand away again. "What's this for, huh? Easy access?"

"Hah... Maybe..." Gerard's head falls against your shoulder again as your hand crawls ever-closer to where he needs you.

"Aww, baby, don't be shy," you gently chide. "It's alright. You can tell me. You just want me to be able to have your cock whenever I want it, right?"

He cries out as you suddenly wrap your hand around his aching cock, slowly rubbing your hand upwards. "Mmm-hmm," he hums, face buried in your skin.

You run your thumb in circles around his head, collecting precome. "Louder, sweetheart."

"Y-yeah," he manages, lifting his head slightly. "I... I do. Want it... Want you... All the fucking time..."

You give a satisfied hum. "That's because you're my whore, isn't it?" Suddenly, you begin moving your hand faster, resulting in a beautiful series of strangled moans.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." He throws his head back again, bucking his hips against your hand. "Fuck..."

You chuckle. "Bet you'd let me use you whenever I wanted, if you could." Your lips return to his neck, this time trailing the hollow of his throat. "What would you think about that, baby? If I just climbed on top of you when you were doing something else and took what I wanted?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah. I'd like that." He lets out another surprised cry as you speed up your movements even more. "Ohgod, please..."

"You just wanna be my good little whore all the time, right?" Your teeth scrape against a mark you had previously left on his neck, causing those pathetic little noises to grow even louder. "Just wanna be mine, in every single way?"

"Please," he begs. He's actually fucking your hand now, though you can't exactly bring yourself to mind. "Please, please make me yours..."

You laugh softly. "You already are mine, baby," you tell him earnestly. "And I'm all yours, too. But you want everyone else to see that, don't you?"

He nods frantically. "Uh-huh."

You grin, nipping lightly at one of the bruises. "That's so sweet, baby," you purr. "You're so good, you know that? I'm awfully lucky."

"Th-thank you." He wraps his arms around your waist, attempting to hold you as close as he possibly can as your hand speeds up and your tongue flattens against the side of his hickey-strewn neck. "Oh, fuck..."

You simply hum against his skin, now moving your wrist at a breakneck speed.

You continue your ministrations until you feel his breathing falling out of time, his chest heaving against yours in a series of frantic gasps.

At that point, you pull back.

"Wh-what're you doing?" Gerard asks, eyes flashing with that look of panic once again.

You grin up at him as you sink to the floor. You know that getting on your knees for him sort of defies your dominance, but...

"Look at me," you order him as your hand returns to his cock.

His breath hitches as his eyes flick downwards, meeting yours.

You keep your eyes on his as you speed back up.

"That's it," you encourage him. You take note of all the signs that indicate that he's right there, ready to explode on the pull of a fucking hairpin trigger. His eyes look hazy, — clouded over, almost. His breathing comes in uneven gasps. "My good, pretty boy. You look so gorgeous, fucking my hand like this..."

Your praise causes his hips to buck harder against your hand. At this point, you aren't even sure if that's voluntary or not. "Oh... oh, please... God..."

"Feels good, huh?" You abruptly slow your movements, building up to what you think is a teasing pace as your hand moves along his shaft. "My good boy. Can't believe I get you all to myself. Can't believe that you're mine..."

Suddenly, his hips buck harder against your hand, a strangled groan breaking up from his throat. "Oh, fuck!"

You gasp as the first spurt of come spills all over your hand.

You milk him through it until he finally collapses against the wall, body twitching slightly with overstimulation.

"Mmm... Such a good boy." You bring your hand up to your mouth, eyes never leaving his as you lick the mess away from your fingers. Gerard's face manages to turn redder, even in his rosy afterglow.

You look down for a moment, only to find that your hand wasn't the only thing that had gotten messy.

"Motherfucker," you curse, regarding your now-ruined T-shirt with dismay. You rise slowly to your feet, tugging at the fabric.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do about this, Gerard?" you ask. "We go on in ten minutes. I don't have time to change..."

"Here." Gerard quickly tugs his vest off and holds it out to you. "Just wear this."

You cast a curious glance over your shoulder at him, now just wearing his plain black T-shirt. "You want me to go onstage wearing your clothes?" you ask. "Wouldn't that make people... speculate?"

He shakes his head. "Don't even care."

You can't help but smile at this declaration. "Alrighty. Singer's definitely fucking the drummer. Got it." You allow him to help you into the jacket before holding up a finger. "Now, just give me a sec..."

He regards you with a curious look as he redoes his pants. The look of confusion on his face never ceases when you remove the bandana from around your neck. "What..."

He suddenly goes silent as you wrap the bandana around his wrist, fastening it with a loose knot. "There," you say as you proudly pull away. "Everyone can see that we belong to each other now, right?"

For a moment, he just looks at you, eyes swimming with affection. Then, his hand comes to rest underneath your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You kiss him for what seems like forever, growing dizzy from the feeling after getting so fucking wet for him.

When he finally breaks away, Gerard offers you a question, so quiet you can barely hear it. "Marry me?"

You chuckle, pulling away. "Ask me again when you aren't so fucked out."

Little do you know as you step onstage that he fully intends on trying again later.

Maybe later tonight, at the hotel, he thinks as the roar of the crowd fills his ears. You turn to smile at him, your fingers brushing just slightly before the lights come up.

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gracefulsouffle · 5 months

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Hahaha after a month I'm back againnnn.

I am leaves drifting in the wind snatched out of the air and put on this website to post a chapter and a weird lil drawing before it takes me again!

New chapter excerpt under the cut!

Darius immediately hangs up at the sound of Hunter’s groggy voice.

“Why did you do that!?” Raine exclaims, utterly flabbergasted.

Now, approximately twenty-four hours after the explosion at the castle, the three Coven Heads are gathered around Darius’s scroll in Lilith’s office, having just gotten confirmation that Hunter is alive.

“I- What if I start yelling at him and scare him away!?” Darius tries to reason.

Raine simply rolls their eyes at that, “Okay? Then just don’t yell at him.”

“It’s not that simple,” Darius says, groaning in frustration, “I might not be able to help it, especially for that stunt he pulled.”

“Oh? You mean for making you worry?” Raine teases with a smirk.

“No! For-”

“He’s calling back,” Lilith points out.

Darius tosses his scroll to Raine, “Raine, you answer it!”

“What? No!”

The scroll rings again.

“Just do it!” Darius hisses.

“Darius, I’m not gonna-” the scroll threatens to ring for a final time, Raine huffs and swipes to answer, “Hello? Darius’s scroll, how can I help you?”

“Speaker!” Darius whisper-yells, “Put it on speaker!”

Raine rolls their eyes again, but does so letting Hunter’s voice ring out in the early morning air.

“-was just calling back in case it was important, but um… Raine? Why do you have Darius’s scroll?”

Raine grits his teeth and narrows a pointed gaze at Darius, “That’s a great question, Hunter.”

‘Ask him if he’s okay,’ Darius mouths, pointing vehemently at the scroll.

“I was just calling to ask about your general well-being and to see if you’re okay,” mutters Raine.

“From Darius’s scroll?”

“Yup, from Darius’s scroll, now how are you feeling,” Raine says without missing a beat, Darius shoots them a thumbs up.

#the owl house #toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter noceda #hunter the golden guard #toh fanfic #hunter toh fanfic #toh fanfic recommendation #toh fanfic rec #my art #angst and humour #angst and humor

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love-my-rat-boys · 1 year

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A wake up call eh? Allow me.

Raaaaaaaaacheeeeeeeeeelllllllll.....

You have something that isn't youuuuuuuuuursssssssss........

MY DIGITAL PAD WORKEDDDD, it was broken for two weeks, i can finally do digital drawings on my computer againnnn!!

but probably this will be the last time ill do a digital drawing of rat boys lol, i almost dont have time on my computer..

#rat boys #ask blog

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kingterrae · 7 years

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Huntress Wizard~

#heckk yisssss #I can finally draw againnnn #huntress wizard #adventure time #doggo art

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herotome · 2 years

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Devlog #52

Hi-ho, Wudge here! It's that time of week againnnn.

Organized my notes and now have a pretty hardy start to Jade's scene. I still want to flesh it out a bit but it has more of a natural flow now.

Still... editing... Griffin's scene.... ONE last part remaining 😩

Big props to Remnantation, we've finished rendering Dart's helmet sprite!! Might add just one more little touch to it soon. A little animated touch.

(Playing through Dart's screen looking for something to screencap, heck, I wanna smooth out the flow of this scene too. :\ I'll get to it when I edit.)

Bought an external hard drive and backed up everything there. I'm reluctant to send my computer to the computer vet though, because that process will take like two weeks. e_e I'll keep using it for a while longer.

I... for legal/financial reasons.... finally have to come up with a studio name/register as a business. Blehhh. I thought of a pretty decent name, but the department of business website in my country is so not user friendly. We'll figure it out though. It's like pulling teeth but eventually they'll run out of teeth.

Code! synstoria worked on some code to make my life easier: a minimum width for the namebox, a timestamp for the checkpoint system, and ensuring you can exit menus by pressing ESC.

I've been steadily drawing expressions for everybody... except Dart, who's spending his screentime in a helmet. I get to push off expression drawing for him for a while lol, yayyy. But let's see - so far I've sketched out...

Warden: 26 expressions

Griffin: 12 expressions

Mia: 28 expressions

Jade: 4 expressions

Not all of these will make the cut of course - they're just concept sketches - but I'm glad to finally be making headway.

I hope you’re all staying safe and keeping warm.

Much love,

Wudge.

#visual novel #interactive fiction #dating sim #amaredev #amare #oelvn #amare game #upcoming game #vn #english otome #english visual novel #english vn #otome game #otome #otome romance #otoge #indie dev #indie game

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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Kel and Aubrey going around interacting with people to learn about the different cultures everywhere as they travel, wearing cultural outfits, participating in cultural activities, just having an overall good time...

Would they be good at any cultural dances? Since they're traveling to Spain first, I can just imagine Aubrey in a flamenco dress with Kel as they just dance together and enjoy themselves (or maybe Kel wearing the dress- or maybe both of them wearing dresses-)

...I kinda wanna draw them dancing around together now.

-from a videogame-world traveling anon

nonnie.....nonnie wait....if you drew something we created together I would be SO EMO WAIT!!! No oh my god like my brain literally just exploded like art?? ART??? I wanna be able to draw so bad...but I can’t I just gotta continue on w my lil writing bits....here take some more writing bits nonnie

*Singing to myself* This got lonnng againnnn I’m putting itttt under a readdd moreeeee

Kel’s parents are....less than pleased to find out their son isn’t directly going to college like Hero did, and they make that known.

They don’t approve of his choice to take at least one gap year. They don’t approve of him not continuing his education. They don’t approve of him throwing away his life for that bad girl that spent so many years terrorizing him. Even two years after changing her ways, Aubrey is still regarded as a nuisance among the town old timers. Kel’s parents tell him plainly that they don’t approve of Aubrey, and they won’t be changing their mind.

Which leads to Kel having a minor breakdown and finally admitting what he’s known his whole life- that he will never be good enough to measure up to Hero, and he’s finally tired of trying to be someone he’s not. He isn’t Hero and he never will be, but for once he wants being Kel to be good enough.

Seeing their bright positive middle child finally crack under the weight they’ve been unintentionally laying on him is...it’s painful. Kel’s parents never meant to make it a competition between their sons, they just wanted what was best for both of them.

Having Kel sobbing at their dining room table at 3:00 am on the night of his high school graduation teaches them that they might not know what’s best for Kel after all.

So...yeah the talk the morning after that is filled with a lot of awkward pausing. Kel isn’t used to sharing his true feelings, and he isn’t used to exposing anything other than cheerful hope. Ultimately they come to an agreement. Kel can go with Aubrey, follow her and his heart on their crazy plan, but he has to spend the year before they leave working and earning and not just hanging around the house

That was Kel’s plan anyway, so he’s ecstatic. He calls Aubrey immediately after, and she comes over so they can plan things out together

That year before they leave is definitely not easy. They’re working multiple retail and menial labor jobs, spending 12-15 hours a day on their feet in steamy kitchens, being screamed at by rude customers, and delivering so. many. pizzas.

At some point in that year Aubrey and her mother have the inevitable fight that has been coming her whole life, and her mother kicks her out. Aubrey shows up in the middle of the night with her things next to her. Kel’s mother welcomes her inside and gets her a cup of tea. Kel wakes up and comes downstairs the next day to see his partner curled up asleep on the couch under a blanket his mother had just finished knitting

His mother doesn’t explain anything (”It’s her story dear not mine”) but after Aubrey comes to stay with them his parents warm to her quickly. Aubrey and Kel are allowed to share the room that Hero and he once shared, but they’re adamant that the beds stay on opposite sides

((He and Aubrey fit cramped but happy into his twin bed every night, but she always wakes up early to switch beds in order to be respectful to his parents wishes))

Soon enough its the afternoon before their journey is beginning (They decided to redeye to Sevilla). They have hostel confirmation numbers for a dozen different European countries, a thick binder of plans and itineraries, and a joint account that has a surprising amount of money in it.

Turns out working 15 hours a day, taking only your eight paid vacation days, and having all of your dates be creative free dates in the five hours a week you both have off together means that you are able to acquire quite the nest egg. Kel’s parents sit them down at the dining room table, and his father is shocked to see how this year has shaped Kel.

It’s a strange thing to see your son as an adult for the first time. It didn’t feel strange when it was Hero, he always expected it from Hero. Seeing it in Kel rocked him.

They drive the two young adults (calling them kids now feels...wrong) to the airport and make them promise to call and write daily.

There’s an undeniable energy and excitement as they board the plane. He and Aubrey breathe an audible sigh of relief. They shouldn’t, but they sleep on the plane. After a year of running, they’ve earned it

OKAY SO THAT WASN”T AT ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR....HERE HAVE DANCE LESSON HEADCANONS

Aubrey planned for everything, so she planned that they would need at least two days to recover when they finally got to Spain. The first two days are spent in a combo of sleeping and eating fantastic food and finally being able to spend a full night in bed together instea of sneaking unsuccessfully around Kel’s parents.

She splurged and got them a private room at their first hostel in Sevilla. It was more expensive, but ultimately so very very worth it.

But day three is when they start to explore. They finally venture off of the block around their hostel and began to deep dive into the tiny back paths of the city. They meet a nice handful of locals who invite them to breakfast the next morning (Kel’s spanish speaking skills are undeniably useful to them in this moment)

And that night...that night is the beginning of the wish fulfillment she’s waited for since she was five years old. A flamenco lesson that promises an authentic experience, real outfits, and a party for all involved at the end. Aubrey was frugal with accomodations, but she spared no expense when it came to the experiences. Especially this one.

Flamenco is traditionally a single dance with one woman, but she asked and Kel is allowed to come if he likes. The instructor in charge recognizes Aubrey from her call, and drags Kel over to where another man sits with a guitar. He and the man begin to converse in Spanish, and Kel seems to be rapidly making plans. He’s fine with only watching for tonight, this is her dream

Aubrey is thrust into a room with a bunch of other tourists, even a few from her own state, and a gaggle of women who work at the studio. They show her a row of gorgeous traditional dresses, an overwhelming rainbow of frills and explosions of color.

Aubrey has let her hair go back to it’s natural color by this point, and her long dark locks catch the eye of one of the instructors who pulls her over to a corner of the rack of dresses. The instructor winks at her and pulls out a dress. It’s perfect.

Kel is also having a fantastic time. He and the guitar player who’s name is Raphael are discussing guitar playing. Raphael wants to teach Kel to play himself so “He can play for his lady when she wants to dance for him again”

All conversation stops when Aubrey walks out.

The others are dolled up as well, but Kel only has eyes for his girl. Her dress is black, hugging to her waist and her body. As the ruffles of the dress begin on her arms and her legs, the dress goes from black to a striking bright red. Around her wrists and on her neck is bright gold jewlery, gleaming against her skin.

Aubrey’s dark hair is wrapped up in a bun with a series of pink to red carnations following the curve of her hair. Her lips are tinged with maroon lipstick.

Kel is left speechless. Aubrey asks him something and Kel just has to nod and try to catch his breath. The rest of the group giggle at their antics, and Aubrey rolls her eyes at him. She presses a kiss to his cheek, maroon imprint left in its wake, and then she is over with the other girls in front of the instructor.

Raphael begins to play at the instructors insistence

The dance lesson is fun. Even just watching Kel has fun. Aubrey normally has a hardness in her eyes, a tightness in her shoulders as if she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Within minutes of the instructors careful praise and guidance Aubrey is loose and even giggling. Kel hasn’t heard a sound like that from her since they were children.

At the end the group performs the dance all together to a raucuous applause form Kel, Raphael, and the instructor. Then they all go to the patio behind the studio which has been decked out in warm golden lanterns with a table of food prepared.

Raphael begins to play again and the others mingle close to the food. Aubrey takes Kels hand and they go to a separate corner of the dance floor. They don’t dance in any particular way, just holding one another and rocking to the melody. Her hair has begun to come out of it’s tight bun, but her eyes are bright with happiness and she can’t manage to stop smiling

That night under the glow of the lanterns is the night they first say they love each other. It was a given, they already knew it, but those words are saccharine sweet against their lips as Kel holds Aubrey close to him and they spin while the music plays.

#videogame-world traveling anon #asks #anon #omori #omori headcanons #omori headcanon #i guess #omori au #world travel au #kelbrey #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori kels parents #This is cute #I love this sm

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blancaroli · 4 years

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finally got a new tablet!!!!!!! i can draw digitally againnnn

watched a playthrough of nrdv3 and despite everything i’m drawing something for it...what is new tho. wip

#ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 spoilers #tsumugi doesnt have glasses yet bc... haha #saihara shuichi #shuichi saihara #tsumugi shirogane #shirogane tsumugi #danganronpa #dr #i shouldnt like dr but... BUT... sigh #art #digital art #fanart #june 2020 #2020 #illustration #wip

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ultranova00 · 6 years

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TWICE (xmas one-shot)

Title: You’re My Secret Santa

Pairing: Mina x Chaeyoung / michaeng

She stared at the bright blobs of colors on her palette again. Then back to the painting. Then back to the colors. Which would she choose for her next brushstroke? What if it didn’t turn out perfect? And why oh earth did she decide on acrylic painting, not color pencils and ink like her other drawings?

Chaeyoung groaned inwardly in frustration at her inability to make a simple decision, at the same time, her heart fluttered with the excitement of Mina seeing her present. No, she would just have to keep trying and not give up on this. As she dipped her paintbrush in the titanium white once again, her mind wandered back to yesterday when Jihyo brought up the idea of secret Santa.

“Everyone it’s that time of year againnnn~ You all know what that means!” Jihyo’s melodious voice sang with the holiday spirit. Tzuyu, who was sprawled on the couch, looked up from her phone and quizzically arched an eyebrow.

“Jihyo unnie, why do you sound so excited?” she asked, though her resigned tone made it sound like she knew what was coming. “Are you gonna make everyone do secret Santa again like last year?”

“Secret santa again? Aww, can we try something new? It’s just that I still have no idea what to do with all the selca portraits that Nayeon gifted me with last year,” Jeongyeon looked over at the two, pausing in the midst of hanging a string of brightly colored Christmas lights over the fireplace.

“You can still look at them every night before bed to remind you of my gorgeous existence,” Nayeon called from the kitchen, where she was drinking hot cocoa with Momo. Jeongyeon rolled her eyes at Nayeon’s typical remark before continuing her work.

“Yes,” Jihyo clapped her hands together, her smile beaming warmly. “Let’s do secret santa. But this time, we’ll make it different. To change things up a little.”

“Oh? How so?” Tzuyu still looked a little skeptical. Her last year’s present from Sana was highly impractical, not to mention barely appropriate for the innocent maknae.

“Trust me on this, my dear Tzuyu. We’ll have everyone give each other handmade gifts this year, no store-bought gifts allowed! It’ll be a fun and heartfelt way to express our love for each other as one big TWICE family,” Jihyo winked, already set to work on writing out everyone’s names on slips of paper.

And that was how TWICE ended up sitting in a circle, cuddling up in big comfy blankets, sipping hot drinks. Everyone pulled the name of their secret gift recipient from a hat, with much giggling and teasing one another about who might have gotten who.

Chaeyoung was both surprised and pleased to read “~Myoui Mina~” on her slip of paper. She tried not to be too obvious and did not glance immediately at Mina who was sitting across from her, leaning gently on Momo’s shoulder and sipping her cocoa thoughtfully. Instead, she just cracked a lame joke with Jeongyeon sitting beside her, though inwardly she was blushing like crazy. Her mind set to work wondering what kind of handmade present Mina would appreciate from her. Besides rapping and dancing, drawing was one of Chaeyoung’s many passions and seemed like the perfect idea to create a work of art for Mina’s gift.

The snow was falling delicately on the darkened city outside, and Mina could feel the friendly feeling of the Christmas holidays spreading slowly over her. She could hear the voices of Dahyun, Sana, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon downstairs playing some card game and Jeongyeon’s outraged voice at Nayeon’s obvious cheating. She gazed out the frosted window, feeling so lucky to be spending the holidays with some of her most favorite people in the whole world. Her mouth curled in a slight smile at the thought of Chaeyoung unwrapping her present.

Of course, Mina tried not to give away her secret too easily. She avoided looking at Chaeyoung right after drawing her name from the hat and pretended to cuddle next to Momo. But she already knew the perfect gift Chaeyoung might like from her. Knitting was always one of those therapeutic, yet hardly used skills Mina always thought she had, so it seemed natural to knit Chaeyoung something. She’d challenge herself by making a pair of gloves, the design of which she had seen in Pinterest boards online, and decided it wouldn’t be too difficult to DIY.

Finally deciding on starting up her little project again, Mina picked up the knitting needles and picked up from where she last left off. The wool was a cute, wintery blue color, and Mina already kenw it would be the perfect size for Chaeyoung’s smol hands by furtively measuring some old leather gloves from her closet (also, leather gloves? When she found them, Mina wondered when Chaeoyoung stopped wearing something as cool as those).

These warm gloves would be the perfect accessory for the winter season. Motivated by the thought of Chaeyoung happy and pleasantly surprised at the gift, Mina continued her knitting and began to softly sing the notes of a classy holiday carol, a gentle smile on her face.

“Ready? Ok, don’t look yet,” Chaeyoung made her final arrangements, as Mina sat on the couch with her eyes covered. “Ok now, 3..2..1..”

Mina opened her eyes and gasped. There, in front of her displayed on the coffee table in a frame, was an artistic rendering of her, painted against a snowy landscape. The Mina in the painting looked off into the distance, her graceful and delicate expression filled with hope and longing. In the painting, her beauty, sadness, and rare quirkiness was captured all at once in a single frame. Snowflakes cascaded all around in the portrait, and one could almost be reminded of a penguin at the south pole.

“I..I..” For a moment, she was lost for words.

“Do you like it?” Chaeyoung looked at her, hopeful and anxious at the same time. She’d spent the whole afternoon on the painting. After so many years of friendship, it was the first time Chaeyoung had drawn Mina and she was eager to see her reaction.

“I love it.” A huge smile lit up her elegant features. “Chaeyoung, this is amazing! Thank you.” Her look of humble gratitude and fondness spoke a thousand words to Chaeyoung. They embraced by the warmth of the fireplace, the bond of friendship between them strengthened like the bow of a Christmas ribbon.

“This is for you,” Mina presented an impeccably neatly wrapped gift box, decorated with cute penguins and polar bears on the wrapping paper.

“No way! You got me for secret Santa too?” Chaeyoung said, her hand covering her delighted surprise. She opened it excitedly and took out the contents. “Ah, these are so cute! And warm,” she tried the gloves on and put both hands, warmed by the soft wool, to her face. The knowledge that Mina had hand-knit these gloves, just for her, made her cherish them even more.

“This is the best Christmas I could have ever hoped for,” Chaeyoung’s words reflected her genuine happiness.

Mina felt a tingling warmth at seeing her Chae’s adorable smile. For now, as the other members still lay sound asleep upstairs, only she could share this rare moment with her baby lion cub, and it brought her unspeakable joy.

As they sat there on the couch, treasuring each other’s presence in the brightness of the early winter morning, the future felt infinitely hopeful.

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WHAT'S UP PEOPLE ALL OVER THE UNIVERSE! 🙋🏻🌎💫✨💜 greetings from this long-awaited-and-now-finally-a-fresh graduate with Fashion Business Diploma of LaSalle College International Jakarta!!! all glory with unspeakable gratitude, first and foremost, to the one and only Savior, Provider, source of strength & hope; my Lord JESUS CHRIST!!! 😭😭😭 its been a long-life dream of mine to just get in in LaSalle. and now im even graduated ON TIME from here, I couldn't be more thankful for His grace in every step of the way. to the love(s) of my life; Papa, Mama, Kakak & Jj. I couldn't count how many times I complain about this school, my friends, my living conditions, the weather 😂, the city and pretty much errthang! but againnnn, they're my physical source of joy and comfort. pertama kali pindah jkt, NANGIS TERUS TIAP MALEM SELAMA 2 MINGGU bokkk 😂 pas seteres, maag kumat, selalu ada waktu buat aku to make sure im taken care of. DAD! my best friend, my numero uno go-to person, speed dial number 1. i literally don't know what would i do without you around!!! besides financially supported me on this, you really believed in me ❤︎ you put your whole trust in me knowing that everything's gonna be jusssssttttt fine 😭💜 dari training naik angkot & busway, sampe ke pelosok2 gang2 di jakarta buat nyari kosan yang aman dan deket. i just can't thank you enough for paying attention to the big and little things for me. what i really love from these past 2 years is that how it makes us closer. i'd never thought i could be this close and attached to you, Pah. thank you for being my hero. MOM! yang paling cuek pas aku berangkat ke jkt 😂 gak ngerti juga kenapa smpe akhirnya mama jelasin and now everything makes sense :') remembering those days, you didn't have to do anything to make me miss you. to be honest, you were the one miss the most. thank you for your unconditional love and encouraging words to keep me going. KAKAK! we rarely do any deep talks, but once we do it's really deep 😂 thank you for the unasked advices,for trying to always make me see the bright side of everything and everyone, and of course for your prayers. tho i have people here i consider as my big sisters, you'll always be the best one for me. J 🙄 i remembered that last Sunday i had in Bali, you cried your heart out behind the drums. that was the sweetest thing. thank you for loving and caring for me without even showing it. and oddly im okay with that :) please keep protecting me from the bad guys. to my Bali homies; my big family, tante Ester ❤︎, MSI Bali, ENC core team, BSA family, HIMEE, the Suadikas, the Suryadis, my Princess Boo Cau, TRG, tCO, the Sejatis, the Lienatas 😭💜 thank you for your visible and invisible support. for always and always making me feel like your big baby. aku selalu ngerasa disayang dan di peratiin. ga pernah ga nangis kalo harus ninggalin bali lagi. thank you for loving me 😭😭😭 to my Jakartan family; the Simanjuntaks, the Ganis, the Thomases, the Wowors, the Dinars, ate Charm & cece S! one thing that i cant thank you enough is for making me a part of your family. you didn't have to try, i already feel like the older sister for the little ones here and a daughter of yours. thank you for the warm welcome in 2014 and tagging me along to your family celebrations since then. you all own a special place in my heart. to Ms. H. S.; you are actually an answered prayer for me. i never had to have any more companions since i know you. thank you for existing and being reachable. what im trying to give back to you is nothing compared to what you've done to my life. i know you're not Jesus, but thank you for never turn your back on me no matter how annoying i am. life has been livable with you in it. to C.A.; i wouldn't know how to survive this school without you in it. you're probably the other reason why i want to get up and go to campus everyday. thank you for making college life easier and yet crazier. i never thought id have a lifetime soul mate coming from my college days. you will always be one of my speed dials. to BUBUCACA; kalian semua ayang ayang akuuu! i hope kita langgeng banget sampe tua ❤︎ thank you for existing and making college days even more memorable. makasih buat pertemanan ini. i will cherish it forever. and of course, to LaSalle; my dream. i dreamt about fun art sessions, drawing ideas and various experiments on fashion. but yet i got, sleepless nights, pressuring assignments and unique lecturers😭😂 everything was beyond my expectations. you have taught me more than just what's written on the book and what's displayed on the screen. it's been a heck of a ride and im dealing with a lot of emotions ending it now. thank you for making me, me. nothing that i can do to give back what you all have invested in my life. i am blessed and loved, and forever thankful to have you all to help me be better. now i know graduating from LaSalle is just the beginning; the first biggest dream that came true and the start of the real adventure of my life. i cant wait for what God has prepared for me this year and the years ahead. i've been waiting for this moment, God made me live my dream. so don't ever let other people underestimate your dreams. it's yours, own it like you mean it. tho it doesn't seem possible that you actually start to forget about it, but God won't forget what you said in each of your prayers. ask and it will be given to you. i asked for more surprises this year so, let's see what's more after this! have a sweet day! love, Caramelly.

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