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sluttyminghao · 3 years

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please | k.mg

w.c: 2.2k request: could you possibly do mingyu and edging? genre: smut alllll the way thru my dudes pairing: mingyu x reader (gender neutral) warnings: sub!mingyu, edging, oral (m. receiving), use of toys (vibrator, cock ring), use of handcuffs, slight mention of sexting a/n: this has been the one thing I've been thinking about for days,,, I hope you enjoy!

“Please let me cum, I’ve been so good for you”

His whines and pleas were music to your ears, and the sight was even better. He was currently laying on his back while you straddled his thighs, a vibrator held to his cock and his whimpers getting louder and louder by the second.

How he had gotten into this position you ask? Well, it had started once you got home that afternoon, and you had been waiting for this to happen for a while. Probably for longer than you liked to admit, but now that it had played out so nicely, you knew it was worth the wait.

Your relationship with Mingyu was very dynamic, in the sense that you both enjoyed being the dom and the sub. While Mingyu had said he preferred being the dominant, you knew that if you could coax him enough, he would be able to enjoy being the submissive once in a while.

You had teased him the whole morning before you had to leave for work; leaving soft kisses all down his neck and grinding against his half-hard cock, before getting up and leaving him to deal with a raging boner and load of desire for you.

Before you had even walked out the door you could hear him whimpering for you. You stepped back into the bedroom only to find said man sprawled out on the bed, stripped right down except for his boxers, and one of his hands palming himself through his boxers, a loud moan erupting from him once he saw you standing in the doorway watching him.

“Please...”

You smirk and walk over to him, your mischievous and playful eyes meeting his dark and lustful ones. Slowly placing a hand over the one he was using to palm himself with, he sucked in a breath and waited to see what you would do, albeit impatiently with the way he was squirming around under your touch.

“What do you want baby boy?”

The pet name made him whine as you continued your ministrations on his clothed cock, a small patch of wetness now seeping through from his pre-cum. He continued to whine at the way your hand was moving and how you were now nibbling and lightly sucking on his neck, the feelings sending him into euphoria.

“Please let me cum”

He watched in horror as you removed your hand and gave his neck one final nip, moving away from him. You smirked at his crestfallen face, knowing that he was definitely falling into a submissive state, just where you wanted him to be.

“No, you can wait until I get home. And if you touch yourself or cum before I get home, you will be punished, okay baby?”

His whine that ended in a groan gave you all the indication you needed that you had done your job, and finally left the house to go to work, shutting the door softly behind you. Now that you were alone with your thoughts, your mind began to spiral with all the things you could do to Mingyu when you got home later that afternoon.

A few hours into your shift at work, you were finally able to sit down and check your phone and catch up on social media things. One thing, or in particular, many messages from one man, caught your attention almost immediately, swiping open the messages to a ton of whines and pleas.

[Gyu <3] 12:34pm: Baby,,, I need you so bad

[Gyu <3] 12:34pm: My cock is so hard right now, it’s so hard not to touch myself

[Gyu <3] 12:36pm: Please, I need to cum so badly

[Gyu <3] 12:40pm: 1 image attached

You drew in a breath as you clicked on the photo and let it expand to the whole screen, and you felt a pool of arousal form in the pit of your stomach. It was a photo of his cock, standing up and an angry red, the tip starting to turn a shade of dull purple. You could see his slightly defined abs contracting and while you couldn’t see his eyes, you could see he had his bottom lip pulled in under his teeth, obviously trying very hard not to touch himself without your permission.

You quickly started typing out a response to him, knowing that it would drive him absolutely crazy, but would be effective enough until you could get home from work and deal with him yourself.

[You] 1:02pm: Aw does baby boy want to touch himself? Make himself feel good? Why don’t you touch yourself for me then baby, but if you cum you will be punished when I get home. Understood?

His reply was almost immediate, a ‘yes’ and a quick photo he had snapped of him finally wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, pleasure evident across his face. A smirk pulled across your face as you glanced at the time at the top of your phone; only a couple more hours until you could go home and see how fucked out Mingyu really was.

You hadn’t even been able to turn the key in the lock of the door before you could hear his whimpers. Turning the key lightly, you let the door open with a soft thud, before shutting it and toeing off your shoes and peeling your coat off. The whines got louder the closer you got to the bedroom, and you couldn't help but peek in to see how Mingyu was doing, and you felt even more arousal pooling throughout as you watched him.

He was completely bare now, having stripped off his boxers hours ago. His cock was still red and hard, and he was thrusting furiously into his hand, trying so hard to make himself cum. You quietly opened the door to stand close to him, him not having realized you were home as he was too immersed in his pleasure.

You watched him carefully, his face contorting into one of pure pleasure as he had begun the build-up to his orgasm, his chest moving up and down rapidly and his hips bucking into his hand to meet the thrusts. You quirked an eyebrow as he finally came, long white spurts of cum covering his chest and stomach. As his breathing slowed, he opened his eyes and practically screamed when he saw you standing there, a small smirk on your face as you bent down to his level, lips hovering above his.

“What did I tell you before I left for work baby boy? I told you not to cum, and now I have just seen you make a mess all over yourself, care to explain?”

He was whimpering now as you took his still half-hard cock in his hand and begun to pump it again, the overstimulation sending shocks down his spine. He took a few ragged breaths before managing to stutter out a response to you, something along the lines of “I’m sorry,,, couldn't help m’self” while his cheeks became a dark red hue.

“Well I guess I’ll have to punish you now won’t I baby?”

He whined some more, knowing that your punishments were always on the more extreme side, not that he complained. He watched as you opened the drawer in your bedside table, pulling out handcuffs, a cock ring and a vibrator. He gulped at the sight of the vibrator, knowing that if you used it, he would cum immediately.

“Move your hands to the headboard”

He did as you said immediately, hands quickly moving up so that you could cuff his hands to the headboard. Making sure they were secure, you tugged on them lightly before kissing down his neck and onto his chest. His breathing became more rapid as you went further down his body, before stopping right above his aching cock, now leaking precum.

You took his heavy cock in your hand, giving it a few pumps before sliding the cock ring on and making sure it was snug. He moaned out at the feeling; he would never admit it to you, but he really did enjoy being submissive to you. You always gave him the perfect amount of pain and pleasure, as well as the best aftercare.

The dull sound of the vibrator pulled him from his thoughts as he brought his attention back to you, eyes glinting with lust and mischief. You brought the vibrator to his nipples first, eliciting a loud gasp from him as you ran it softly across his chest, playing with the intensities for a bit to watch him squirm.

When you moved the vibrator down towards his thighs, you could see them shake with excitement. An idea had popped into your head, wherein you placed the vibrator on the tip of his cock without warning, pulling a loud moan from his lips.

“I’m gonna cum!”

You immediately pulled the vibrator away, watching as he thrashed on the bed at the loss of an orgasm. You laughed at the sight, his face now a rosy pink colour and his hands pulling strongly on the restraints. He opened his eyes to look at you with his lust-filled eyes, practically black at this point.

“Please let me cum, I’ve been so good for you!!”

You had been edging him for some time now, waiting until you could see his thighs clench or his abs contracting, before pulling away from him and watching him almost cry from how desperate he was for his release. His cock was extremely red now, and the tip a dark purple, streaks of precum leaking down towards the base.

He had tears streaking down his face also, the amount of times he had pleaded and begged to let you cum only to be denied meant that he was extremely sensitive and even the slightest feather touch to his cock would send him into a mad frenzy, chasing his release like a mad man.

“P-please,,n-need to c-cum,,,,”

His voice was strained as he begged once more, the vibrator on the highest setting at the base of his cock while you had wrapped one of his nipples in your mouth, sucking gently. You pulled off with a pop, and looked him right in the eye while moving the vibrator up and down his shaft, his face contorting once more.

“Why should I let you cum baby boy? You didn't listen to me before I left for work, so now you’re paying the price”

He sobbed violently as you held the vibrator to the tip of his cock, watching at how his body shook from the amount of orgasms he had been denied thus far. You finally decided to give in, pulling the cock ring off the base of his shaft and turning off the vibrator.

You took his cock in your hand and pumped quickly, moving your head down and pressing a quick kiss to the tip. You suckled softly on the head, his back arching off the bed almost comically. Watching his actions carefully, you gave him a silent motion to say that he could cum, right as you engulfed his cock and began to suck on his cock like your life depended on it.

As soon as you had motioned that he could cum, he immediately let go, hands pulling roughly on the handcuffs as hot ropes of cum filled your mouth, which never seemed to end. He was seeing stars and blacked out for a few seconds from how intense his orgasm was, and finally relaxed back into the sheets, head spinning.

When he came to a little while later, the handcuffs were gone, and his boxers had been pulled back up. Everything had been cleaned up and he thought that perhaps it had just been a figment of his imagination, until you walked back in with a bottle of water and some fruit on a plate.

You handed him the plate and the water which he accepted gratefully, before you sat next to him, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He watched you as he munched on a strawberry, eyes back to their playful nature.

“Thank you”

You immediately looked up in surprise, looking at Mingyu who had a grin on his face. You gave him a quizzical look, before he continued on, eating another strawberry and having a sip of water before continuing.

“I deserved that, I really didn't mean to cum before you got home i promise,,, thank you for punishing me”

A blush had crept up your cheeks, not even able to look the man in the eye before he pulled your chin up with a finger, making you look him in the eye. He smiled at you, canines showing prominently, before leaning in and giving you a kiss that was so full of love and passion it made your heart flutter. Just when you had laid down together and snuggled in, Mingyu turned to you once more, a giggle erupting from his lips.

“By the way, that was the best orgasm of my life”

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level247-table-tech · 4 years

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here are the sprites on their own! not all of them, but there are way too many to fit up there. i’m leaving the rest under the cut.

others include significantly asymmetrical sprites, as well as a bonus set. 8)

these don’t really clarify their relative heights. they are not adjusted to the bottom pixel i actually drew for sure, that’s not how i aligned them. i actually have a guideline in the file, but. i can’t really show that.

above are the regular sprites. it took ages to figure out what i wanted to do with virgil’s plaid, but it turned out going simple with it was the best plan. also it looked very bad until i figured out to use values correctly.

also, while we’re at it, i can tell you some things i changed between projects! this is a remaster of my last attempt at pixelology, and i do believe it’s an overall improvement.

virgil’s plaid, yeah, changed that, but also the colour of his hair, because the old one blended too much with his skin. glad that happened to virgil, because i was trying to keep the hair highlights the same for everyone, with differently-tinted shadows. i did give him a bat instead of the wings this time, because a, he seems like a bat kind of guy, and b, the wings sucked and i don’t think i could improve them. like, the best thing about those wings is that they were the ace flag colours, and since his general colour scheme is already like that, it’s not a spectacular saving grace. they also made the frame fit weird, but i don’t like drawing wings absurdly small, like why bother? i alos tried to be a bit more competent with the jacob lines in his shading. those are an indicator of fear so of course i wanted to keep them included, but last time i feel like i didn’t do great, and this time i think i improved. especially on the legs. it is kind of a pain how there are adjacent sections where the shadows are done in the same colour, but. that’s really who virgil is, let’s be real. wouldn’t be the same without the all-black clothes.

also, patton’s different skin tones were really bad, you could barely see the shadows, so i changed them. his overall shape also did not work, so this time i stylized it a bit more to fit with the pixels. also i gave him a different weapon. hopefully it’s still funny in its incongruity!

roman had very little change. like, i really like his original sprite! i did change some of the gold details, but the biggest thing is probably the pants. they’re white with a red stripe because, a, it looks very good, and b, it set up a parallel with remus.

and remus. most obviously in the first one, his different head angle super didn’t work. it was very bad! which, in his case doesn’t automatically rule it out, but this one looks way better next to the majority of these. i mentioned relative heights earlier and this one should actually be the same height as roman, you can align them by their chins. aside from that, i added a lot mor detail to his ruffles, i tried my best to maintain clarity on his torso, i got the sleeves just plain wrong, but it looks fine, and it happened to be very good art that led me astray on that, so whatever. i feel like his morningstar might have gotten worse between versions, but what can you do. maybe i accidentally put it at a slightly harder angle to make look nice. whatever.

logan! i don’t think i’m doing these in any real order, sorry. like patton, his shape has been changed to be more stylized to fit the pixel thing. like, a realistic taper on the legs, as it turns out, looks pretty bad! exaggerate it or make it just straight lines and it is better. i feel like i very much improved his hair, and i also added the belt that he wears which i forgot last time.

lastly, janus. well, lastly for now, but the next one won’t be a remaster of anything. i gave him his canon weapon instead of snakes, which, not sure what i was thinking gameplay-wise for those. [that’s a lie, i was thinking nothing about gameplay because i am no gamemaker. i’m not even an animator, much as i’d like to be.] when i made his last sprite, i forgot the lining of his cape is yellow. also last time i had not seen the magnificent longer cape from the game sections of svsr, which as i’ve mentioned elsewhere i am never letting go of, ever. so that features here. it kind of blends with the backgrounds i use for the vs character selection screens, but i don’t think that’s necessarily a downside. aside from that, i did remove some scales from his right hand because we have now seen it, and it’s proven bereft of those. as you’ll see in a second though, fortunately no such thing can be said of his legs. nor upper arm.

now for the bonus set. you may recognize this theme if you’ve followed this project awhile. 8)

some notes on these specifically:

-this is simply a complete set based on janus’ bonus sprite from the original project this is remastering.

-i tried to base the colours on their onesies. that proved harder than expected. remus and janus have no shown onesies, but

>i had janus’ previous sprite on hand, so that was him taken care of.

>virgil’s onesie didn’t really have multiple colours, so it’s just different shades of black, with some grey thrown in because white is already a base colour.

>logan’s, oh boy, i thought i remembered it having two colours, but i was wrong, it is just blue. and white, but again, that doesn’t work. so i gave him a couple of shades.

>patton’s, i didn’t really want to use grey as a colour, but it actually had two others, they were just in trace amounts. it was okay.

>remus. nghh. i wanted to use like, an inverted version of roman’s colours, but it turns out blue and yellow inverted is yellow and blue. so i used the orthogonal colours instead, and i’m not really sure it was a good look.

-aside from colour schemes, each of these has its own little variation, because i felt like having fun. aside from any kind of socks/leggings, because whatever, those are pretty variable anyway, each has one detail different. from most to least noticeable as i see it:

>patton has pants instead of a skirt. i just thought the look suited him better. the thing about patton is i always imagine him in Dad Fashion, which doesn’t have a ton of skirts in my mind. maybe that’s just my dad, but eh. i do think it’s a good look but i didn’t draw it very well.

>roman has a different crown. need i explain further? adding the others’ crowns was a bit of a pain considering how they interact with hair that isn’t drawn in anime style.

>virgil’s might not be too noticeable on its own, but the leggings kind of direct the eye there. he’s wearing his own boots instead of any variety of sailor scout ones. mostly because they are much, much cooler.

>logan has a different collar. closer to his usual polo than... whatever the sailor collar is actually called. he also might not have the same choker necklace as everyone else, but mostly you just can’t tell. still tied with a weird bow thing, though. how the hell do those bow accessories work?

>janus has a longer cape. again, need i explain further? he’s also the only one with a magical girl wand, because his colour scheme* was the most permitting and i really wanted to draw coily ribbons.

>remus is kind of like virgil with the leggings, but again, those don’t count, and with remus they draw attention away from his change. anyways, the different thing about his outfit is the sleeves. i only noticed long after i was out of the pixel stage that none of the sleeves are accurate, but his are even more not accurate, they do the poof thing. also his neckline’s a bit lower, but i mean, how could i not?

-i might assemble a full scene with these, if anybody asks. or nobody, i kinda just want to. it’s not too much trouble, but it won’t be animated this time, that took ages and i don’t think it even turned out well. i gotta find somewhere to actually get taught things about animation, though it also just does not gel with my medium.

-i can’t for most of these, but for janus i can talk about some improvements. his crown looks more visible, though that might just be compared to this side of his face. the skirt is not better and might be worse to be honest. also the bow on his chest. other than that it’s definitely better for the gloves actually being incorporated in this one.

*i do actually have set colour schemes for these. i tried to even limit the number of colours for each one. that said, most of them have exactly 17 instead of the nice power of two 16, and one of them couldn’t even fit that bill.

#sanders sides #tsfanart #pixel #my art #tabletech #8)

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yanara126-writing · 3 years

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The Adventures of Hildraed Dawnsbane - Fucking Morals and Damnit Fine (5/?)

Farmer, Pirate, Menace, Captain, Dawnsbane. Hildraed has many titles, she really could have lived well without Watcher.

Hildraed meets a certain chanter and is faced with the uncomfortable revelation that she might be making friends.

Read here or on Ao3. (3224 words)

Have fun! Comments always welcome! :)

The keep was… something. Something for sure. Even from a distance they could see the broken, rotting walls. How fitting. Certainly reflective of her mental state.

Mud stuck on her boots as she dragged them over the moist ground, not bothering to lift her feet. She could practically feel the elf boy’s disapproving glare. Well too bad for him, if she had suffer she’d at least look like it too, so nobody got any dumb expectations. Thankfully that message seemed to come across to her companions, because no one bothered her until they finally reached the outer walls.

Well, technically none of them bothered her then either, instead it was someone else, an island aumaua happily humming at a crumbling wall. Alright then. Sure there weren’t all that many fortresses in the Deadfire, but still this decaying pile of stones could hardly be that interesting.

“Fascinating brick wall, I’m sure.” Some distant part of her brain told her it probably wasn’t her greatest idea ever to immediately antagonize every random stranger just minding their own business, but she really, really didn’t give a shit right now. She winced at another painful pulse shooting through her head.

Fortunately the stranger didn’t seem to mind either way.

“Oh, it is! Or the wall itself maybe not, it is a very traditional build. But here look! An inscription! The builders most likely, signing their work. Isn’t it fascinating?” The aumaua was smiling at her now, his terrible sincerity completely frying Hildraed’s brain. That and the Rauataian accent. That was a bit unexpected.

Once again the stranger didn’t seem to mind her undoubtedly rude, mindless stare, for he didn’t even wait for an answer before continuing his excited babble.

“But the truly interesting part is in there." He points a piece of charcoal in his hand at the gates. "...and I haven't had much luck in reaching the keep itself. I hoped to find the master of this place - a man by the name of Maerwald - but it seems that he either holds his privacy most dear or else has been devoured by his houseguests.” Somehow, not even his with sharp teeth infested grin he seemed threatening. How could a humanoid shark look so cuddly? Oh wait, he probably expected an answer.

„Mjam. Old man, delicious.“ Oh well, not the worst thing she’d ever said. That opinion quickly changed when the stranger’s loud, bellowing laugh nearly made her go cross-eyed from the headache.

“For some fellows I’m sure! But personally I’d prefer a talk over making a meal of him. You see, I’ve travelled far and wide over Eora in search of the Tanvii ora Toha. You know it?” Unfortunately. Though she hadn’t encountered a ton of Rauataians (or at least not many willing to have a talk), there had been a few. And they tended to talk when drunk. Often unbidden and at length.

Okay that was a lie, Hildraed had always sucked up knowledge like a sponge, so of course she had interrogated everyone in reach for anything interesting or useable. Not that this guy needed to know that. Why had they been talking about that again? Oh yes. Wait what?

“Sure, sure. But why should it be here?” Still undeterred his grin grew even wider.

“Now that is the question isn’t it? I have no idea! But still the traces are leading me here. Unfortunately I haven’t had much luck breaching the defences, however unintentional they are.” For the first time during their conversation something other than rampant enthusiasm appeared on his face. If she hadn’t known better Hildraed might have called it sly. Oh who was she kidding, she didn’t know any better. “There must be some reason you’re here, is there not? I’m certain together we’ll have better chances to reach the fort than alone!” His eyes wandered over to the side. Oh yes, she wasn’t travelling alone. If she was forgetting this already the headache was slowly becoming more dangerous than annoying. Still very annoying though. “That is, if your companions don’t mind me joining.”

The elf boy did look miffed, but when did he not? And he didn’t seem inclined to deny the protection another party member would bring, so Hildraed counted him on board. She doubted the farmer would be an issue, but then again what did she know about these people. She turned around to him. And promptly did a double take at his dopey grin.

“’Long as you don’t try to hang me off a tree, I’m square.” Hildraed blinked. Perhaps it wasn’t actually her, perhaps people just talked to this man like that. And from the way he STILL grinned that was probably not farfetched.

“That I believe is a promise I can make. I don’t even think any of the trees left here would be able to hold you.” Yep, that settled it. Everyone else here was just as insane as her. How comforting. “Now to official introductions, my name is Kana. Kana Rua. At your service.” What followed was hat flourish that made Hildraed actually home sick. How come everyone had an awesome hat except her?

Introductions were quickly done away with (or so Hildraed thought, at this point she couldn’t be sure of anything), and they set off for the keep. The sooner they were inside the better.

Unfortunately the mentioned house guests apparently disagreed with that sentiment. As soon as they set foot into the courtyard they were set upon by multiple shades, followed by some phantoms, all of them very angry.

And at this point Hildraed was too. Her head was hurting like a bitch, nothing made sense in this damn place, and even the fucking wildlife wanted to skin her. She was tired. Oh so tired. But she was also absolutely livid.

The shades swarmed them, phantoms following up close and the banter died down. Swords slashed against strange, mist like flesh in an uncomfortably screeching noise, spells were muttered and let loose in stabbingly bright flashes of colours.

And Hildraed screamed. As soon as the creatures were within range she let loose howl so disharmonic it could barely be counted as a chant. The spirits, hanging dark and heavy in the air, almost seemed to screech along with her as they were pushed back, but they had no chance to compete with Hildraed’s pure rage. There was no one around anymore, just her and (soon to be) dead bastards.

Feet on moist earth, cool air of the evening brushing almost gently across her cheek, thuds in her ears, red in her eyes, heavy breath from her throat. Gravity pulling at her she fell into every swing, using momentum to rip her broadsword back up. A deadly dance accompanied by her furious chants. One she had danced and sung many, many times. One she had not actually wanted to dance and sing again.

And that cost her. She was tired, angry, frustrated. And also no longer used to solid ground as her dance floor. She stepped forward, swinging her sword upwards in anticipation of a wave that didn’t come. The sword went wide. The weight pulled her along, eyes wide as her balance tipped. Her breathed hitched, a second to long for the chorus, and her next verse slipped out of her grasp. The familiar sensation of an ended chant was just as horrifying as her fall. A lost chant was a lost life in battle, be it hers or her crew, most likely both.

Her back hit the ground with a heavy thump, her sword clanking right next to her, ripped aside with a well-trained reflex to not impale her. Not that it would do her much good anymore.

One more clank, this time from above her. A back to her, broad, and blond hair on the head above it. What?

Suddenly her head burned hot for a second, and the world was back in sharp focus. The farmer in front of her fending off the phantom she’d attempted to decapitate, from behind her a chant. Her chant. Well not anymore, now with a halfway clear head again she could feel that chant had not dissolved when she’d lost hold of it, instead someone else had picked it up and continued it. Somebody who sounded like they had shark teeth.

The light of a Minoletta spell stabbed her eyes for once she was glad for the headache it caused (strangely reduced now from before), as it finally triggered her fighting instincts again. She rolled over, carefully avoiding the sword (and getting grass stains all over herself for it) and dragged herself back up.

She allowed herself one glance backwards, which told her that indeed the newcomer was a chanter, and not a bad one at that, and also that she should most certainly remain on the front line with the farmer. The elf boy looked both determinedly terrified and very squishy, and though the sharkman could probably take a hit, there was no need to risk the chant breaking again.

Ripping her eyes away from the first chanter she’d seen in a long, long time, she heaved her sword back up and fell into a defensive position between their main fighter and the squishy wizard. Not a position she was used to, but she would manage.

The fight didn’t continue for much longer, as her companions had made short work of the spirits while she’d been in a bloodthirsty (smokethirsty? Aetherthirsty? Maybe ask the wizard later) rage. Few hits managed to get through to her, and though she would have been hard pressed to admit it, it was probably for the best. The voice from behind her was deeply distracting. He wasn’t singing her phrases anymore. Neither did he sound much like her. But she- she liked it. It was nice. Unfamiliar.

The last shadow disintegrated and a loud collective sigh moved through the group. The wizard was obviously very desperately trying not to hug his grimoire for comfort, the fighter was drenched in sweat like he’d been dropped into the sea, and the- the chanter’s hat was close to falling off, much like his by now wavering grin.

And they’d made it barely through the courtyard.

Fuck.

Hildraed was very tempted to just let herself fall into the giant, overgrown flowerbed next to them and wait for the ground to just swallow her. But then again, she’d lead a crew for too long to give in to that impulse. The close house it was then. The keep itself would definitely be infested, but perhaps, hopefully, the house had been spared this fate. They’d see. At the very least it couldn’t be too many in the enclosed space, and Hildraed really, really didn’t want to camp again. Or at least she didn’t want to camp outside in the cold anymore.

“Ladies, we’re trying our luck in the house.” Despite her desperate need to fall over again, she waited for the others to shuffle past her, in the elf’s case with a badly suppressed glower at her word choice. Which was indeed very funny and Hildraed could feel her lips twitch upwards. And though in other situations she would have relished in the mirth, perhaps right now wasn’t time for this. Sadly.

Thankfully, no one had any other objections (in fact she was almost sure the singing shark had found it funny.) and they made their way over to the house with only their general grumpiness as an obstacle.

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The inside of the house was hardly comfortable, but Hildraed had slept in worse places. She certainly didn’t want to stay in this shithole, but it was acceptable for a night, if it would keep her out of the wind.

That was what she kept telling herself, continuously plucking out gravel from her ass and back, as she had made the grave mistake of attempting to lie down. Or more accurately, she had flopped down and immediately cursed herself. Loudly.

That in turn had made the elf into a blushing, stammering mess, and he’d fled into a corner digging his nose into a book. Which he had from… somewhere. Hildraed wasn’t quite sure where, but she wasn’t about to ask. Mostly because she was curious how long it would take him to admit that he was sitting on a sharp stone.

“Ow.” She grimaced and winced as she pulled out (probably) the last pebble. She hoped these weren’t like sand. Sand you’d find in the weirdest places days later. Much like companions apparently.

One of which had left to check out the stairs up and had yet to return. Strange noises were coming from the direction of hallway, but as none of them were growls or shouts, Hildraed was willing to ignore them. She didn’t know what the lonely farmer was doing in the back that would cause minor rockslides, and frankly she had no intention to find out.

A fire was lit in the middle of the room, next to the broken fountain. The structure might have been beautiful once, but now it was barely more than a heap of rubble. A shame really. Not that Hildraed cared. It wasn’t like the thing reminded her of the old church, the only impressive construction in her old village. It wasn’t like they’d had anything like it there, a small pool in which she’d played with the other children during her childhood. Nope, not at all.

With that thought she slumped down on the ground (carefully making sure to not repeat her mistake), her back to the structure, and poked the fire a bit. It crackled in front of her, warm and bright, while at the same time dousing the room in an ominous shadow, flames dancing on the walls in a constantly changing rhythm.

“Are you alright?” The voice sounded genuinely concerned, which surprised Hildraed more than the sudden words. She looked up through the flames, and her stupidly poetic with exhaustion brain tried to jumpstart another ramble at the sight of the aumaua’s changed skin colour. She was tempted to try and find a stick to beat her head with, but somehow, she didn’t think that would be very helpful. She sighed.

“Are any of us?” Another dumb thought she hadn’t wanted to voice. The crew didn’t need to know her own insecurities. Thankfully, the awkward silence was broken by another one of their companions.

“The stairs up are completely collapsed. Before anything from up there could attack us, it’d break its neck coming down.” Edér stepped out from the side room, rubbing his neck, rubble stuck all over his clothes and his hair. At least he hadn’t broken his neck. With whatever he was doing. Since his clothes only seemed dirty and not actually all that dishevelled though, she felt almost bad for her inner monologue’s implications. Only almost though, because obviously he’d still been dumb enough to crawl around there.

He flopped down next to them, giving Aloth and his book a cursory glance. Only to immediately grimace in regret again. Hildraed snorted.

An awkward silence followed. Hildraed stared into the flames. But really what should she say to these people? She didn’t know them, not really. She was just sitting in these fucking pebbles with them. Right? And why would she want to know them, knowing them brought responsibilities, knowing them would mean having to take care of them. She was done with that life, she didn’t have a crew anymore and didn’t want one. The fact that she had referred to them as such meant nothing. Old habits, nothing more.

“Would you sing with me?” What?

“What?” Hildraed blinked at- at- Kana. His name was Kana.

“Would you sing with me?” Nope, not any clearer, not even with his grin restored. “Your form in the fight was fascinating, and I would be honoured if you were to give me the opportunity of a chant with you.” He was looking at her over the fire with this shining, honest smile, and for a second Hildraed could feel her heart break. Gods be damned he was cute. He was a full grown man with the enthusiasm of a child. No she couldn’t keep looking at this, his excitement might actually melt her.

Unfortunately, for some reason, turning away didn’t help. On her other side sat- Edér. And though he wasn’t quite as high level excitement, he looked terribly derpy with his dusty face and clothes, and also intrigued at the concept of show. Which she was not giving. She wasn’t a fucking circus horse.

And the- Aloth, sitting across the room, doing a horrible job of subtly eyeing them with interest over his book would change nothing about it. Not even his embarrassing blush at having been spotted.

Oh who was she still trying to lie to. She had tried to keep her distance and had failed, now she might as well enjoy what she got out of it.

The self-revelation came and took the last bit of her adrenaline though. If she was going to give them a show, it would at least be an impressive one. She sighed, and for some reason it felt strangely liberating.

“Fine, boy, but not right now. First a nap. I couldn’t hit a note right now if I tried.” Now that was probably a lie, but she still wouldn’t be good. She almost didn’t dare look up, in fear that he had also mastered the sad puppy look, which might just be fatal for her conviction. Regrettably, her eyes drifted over on their own, and though he looked a little disappointed, Kana either couldn’t or didn’t want to utilize the sad puppy dog look. For Hildraed there were reasons to hope for both.

And while she was already looking at him, she couldn’t help but eye him.

“You know, you could bolster your chances for tomorrow by being my pillow for tonight.” He stared at her with surprise, and Hildraed wanted to bite herself. She was mushy enough, no need to make it worse! (And what if she’d made him uncomfortable now?)

The moment passed though, and his grin returned full force. Instead of giving a verbal answer he just opened his arms expectantly. Before he (or she) could come to their senses and realize just how stupidly mushy they were being, she turned to the side, putting her head on his thigh. (Which was exactly as comfortable as it looked.)

This however put her into the uncomfortable position of having to see Edér’s slightly jealous glances, and Aloth’s now more frequent shifting. She rolled her eyes.

“Fine, come here, bear, we don’t want anyone getting pneumonia here. And kid, please just come to the fire at least, there’s no need to skulk. And also pull that stone out of your bum, you’re proving nothing.”

Before she could see their reaction she turned into the other direction, entirely ignoring the shuffling behind and beside her. She didn’t care what they doing. Okay she did, but at least for now that was only her business.

Which is why she definitely didn’t ask: “How about a demonstration if you’re still so fit?”

Which is why she definitely didn’t feel vindicated at the excited answer.

Which is why she certainly didn’t fall asleep to the velvety tunes of a Rauataian hymn.

#Pillars of Eternity #writing #Kana Rua #Edér Teylecg #Aloth Corfisor #hildraed #cursing #fanfiction #making friends

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ladecaland · 4 years

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i saw your awesome dress from acnh! do you have a gridpattern or creator code? either would be lovely cus i know what design you got it from but i don't have the creativity myself, but it's so fkn cute i need it in my life.

Ok prepare yourself because I explain wayyyy too much. I think going into more detail here will help you and others though.

Thanks a ton for this ask! It helped me organize my process so I can share it with you and everyone else ^^

For inspiration:

The biggest thing with this dress is I approached it to make something I'd wear irl. I love a wide range of fashion and buying my fashion choices would cost my rent and soul so I'm continuing to live vicariously through my AC character lmao

I was inspired by those cute sweaters with drip designs and my favourite colour palettes to mix are black with bright and bold designs because I'm extra as fuck. I tried to search Google and Pinterest if anyone patterns with that drip design. Someone actually made this this sweater. I'm adding the hyperlink so you can check em out.

So with that, I used that design as my "base"

Planning:

I knew what I sorta wanted so then I looked up Lolita and Harajuku fashion and made a small board so I had reference for how jumperskirts look and physically work. It saved me time later on so I wasn't trying to draw from memory.

During it all, I also did tons of iterations where I'd stop, and make an extra copy to save on the side in case I add something major and mess up. A habit from doing digital art but it helps. There are no layers and no cache of 50 undo's lmao. About 3 times I actually saved and quit because I don't trust autosave in anything.

Moving on, I analyzed it to see how the pixel art for the previous sweater worked but hit a roadblock.

Some Technical Stuff

So I got that drip design down initially and had to adjust it for the smoothing as well as how the mesh works, then the rest that I added was basically accents on how jumperskirts work with details last. Again with making iterations and copied saves and frequently exiting the editor to see how it looks actually on my character.

New Horizon's pattern system has this anti-aliasing/smoothing algorithm where if certain colours are within a specific HSB range that I haven't fully figured out yet--they'll blend differently. So certain shading methods that worked in New Leaf can look really bad, off, or sometimes not even work. Some edges will round, some will stay sharp. It took a lot of experimenting to get the "lace" part at the bottom to work right because if I had a colour's saturation or brightness to close or too different, it would refuse to curve. A pink in my palette is almost identical to a purple but it didn't work the same.

There were some annoying small things like how grids are 32x32 in general so as an even number, I couldn't make it perfectly symmetrical and still have the white parts blend right. Literally one pixel difference. There were a lot of exasperated sighs.

Small colour and design principles to keep in mind.

I don't come from a pixel art background but this stuff is generally universal and its sorta stuff that makes sense but you sometimes don't think of.

I used a consistent theme and palette with the neon warm to cool tones and I added a little yellow to add some details but kept it minimal not overpower it.

I worked from bottom layers to top, skirt, shirt, suspenders, made sure seams were flush, final details.

Maaaaan, that was super long but thanks so much for the ask because some other people have wanted to know too. I did all this on my phone for the past hour so I hope it's not too messy.

The wings were a last-minute thing cause I have a sweater irl with them on the back and I was just all "Fuck yes, I need this". And the back was a little bare. So I figured those out and instead of shading via brightness/greys, I used the colours I did on the drips to add dimension and keep it unified.

So short story for my dress: I just made something I'd want to wear but can't afford irl.

Long story: [See Above]

#self post #ladeca #my design #my tutorial #new horizons tutorial #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons design tutorial #new horizons pattern #ac new horizons #new horizons #acnh custom design #acnh aesthetic #acnh #animal crossing tutorial #new horizons fashion

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kumawrites · 5 years

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Love Tutorial (NOT CLICKBAIT)

Shinso x fem!Reader

A/N: hi lovelies i’m back with, you guessed it, more shinso!!! this fic is 100% self indulgent bc i absolutely love makeup lol. i’m trying out a bunch of different things in terms of formatting so like tell me if this section looks ugly LMAO. anyways pls enjoy !!

words: 3.8k

summary: You’re a popular Beauty Guru™ and Shinso is primarily a commentary channel. He follows one of your tutorials, only to be surprised by you talking about how fine he is.

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“That will be all for this video, if you enjoyed it please show some love by clicking on the like button, and if you like me, subscribe! Like always, feel free to tag me if you recreate this look, I love seeing all of your posts! I’ll see you Earthlings later, bye!” With both hands waving and a bright smile, you successfully finished filming your outro that you have possibly said three hundred times.

Before you could even get a word out, Mina was screaming into the phone. “Y/N? OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS. I’M FREAKING OUT FOR YOU! AHHHH!” You winced, not expecting her to be that loud. Sure, you knew quite well that she could get loud, but that’s because she gets excited. So to be this noisy must mean something big is happening.

“Why, hello to you too Mina. How’s my day going? Good! Thank you for asking. I would ask how yours is going but from the sound of it, I’ll assume pretty good.” You snickered into the phone.

“Well, my dear Y/N, it’s about to be even better than just good!” Mina’s volume was significantly lower, but you could still tell just how excited she was.

“Oh really? What’s going to make my day better than? Wait let me guess, NikkiTutorials resigned and gave up her spot as the most iconic beauty guru and gave it to me?” You snorted. If only.

“No! It’s even better!” The pitch of Mina’s voice kept raising higher and higher.

“Okay, okay, spit it out Mina. You’re really making me curious and I don’t know if I should be worried or not.” You grabbed your glass of water from you table and took a sip. Gross, warm. But it was too much work to get a new glass so you began downing this one.

“SHINSO HITOSHI DID A REACTION VIDEO TO ONE OF YOUR TUTORIALS!” You choked on your water and half of it went down the wrong way. You began coughing and Mina, the little bitch, didn’t say anything while you were dying. You could imagine her just sitting there, waiting for you to respond after your coughing fit.

After getting it all out, you swallowed, eyes still wide. “Mina, you’re not joking right now, are you? Because if you are, I know where you live, and I won’t hesitate, bitch.”

“I’m not! I’m really not! Check his channel, he, like, just uploaded it!”

You grabbed your laptop and opened Google Chrome. “Call me back on FaceTime, rat.” You told Mina before hanging up on her. You typed YouTube into the search bar while Mina called you back. When you answered, you could see that she was also in her filming room.

Mina, like you, is a beauty YouTuber that is well known for her flawless skin, even though she has the simplest skincare routine you have ever seen. Her chipper personality also drew in a ton of fans towards her channel. The two of you had met through YouTube and were soon to find out that you lived in the same city. Your friendship really bloomed then, and you basically live at each other’s houses.

You got onto YouTube, and lo and behold, there it was. Obviously you were subscribed to Shinso’s channel, so the first video of pop up was his. It was titled “i learn how to become beautiful” and his thumbnail was him with his signature “kill me now” face on with some patchy, hot pink, glitter eyeshadow all over his eyelids. But also, you were there! You were in his thumbnail which could only mean one thing: this was real.

“HOLY SHIT MINA, I’M IN HIS THUMBNAIL.”

“I KNOW! NOW WATCH THE VIDEO! I HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET THOUGH SO TURN THE VOLUME UP.” She screeched and you did.

You clicked on the video and there he was, Shinso Hitoshi, looking as good as ever. His tired eyes that screamed “I could die at any given moment” and his messy hair that somehow defied physics. It has to be downright illegal to look that hot. Today he was sporting one of his merch items, a hoodie that had simple print on the front of it saying: I’m Shinso Over This. Of course you owned that very sweatshirt. You would never miss out on a chance to buy his merch.

“Hi. I’m back, unfortunately.” His tone was as dry as it always was. “I was harassed into doing this, go bully Denki on Twitter because this is all his fault. But today I’m going to be making myself beautiful with the help of Y/N. Okay, she’s not actually helping me, but I’m going to watch one of her tutorials.” Your heart pounded as he mentioned you. One of creators that you loved the most is going to follow one of your tutorials. You could die happy now.

“HE SAID YOUR NAME!” Mina shrieked from your phone and you nodded eagerly as you kept your eyes glued to the computer.

“I’m going to choose this one, “EASY Valentines Day Makeup Tutorial + Q&A!” because it says easy.” You watched as your face from the most recent Valentine’s Day popped up. In the intro, you had already filmed the tutorial part and were wearing the full face. It was a fairly easy look, to you at least.

You had done a simple glitter cut-crease, primarily using warm toned reds and pinks with some winged liner and false lashes for your eyes. Your face had some sharper contour and heavy blush that trailed from one cheek to another, using your nose like a bridge. And of course, you had used a super glittery highlighter that reflected with all of your studio lights. You had also used a maroon liquid lip.

“Greetings, Earthlings! It’s me, Y/N, and I’m here to do another tutorial! Today we’re going a Valentines Day themed full face, and I’m also going to be answering some love related questions you asked me on Twitter since it is Valentines Day after all. If you’d like to recreate this look, as always I listed all the products I’m going to use down in the description!” You pointed your fingers downwards. “Without further ado, let’s get started!”

Shinso paused your video and held up a Sephora bag. “I spent so much money on this stuff, and I’m never going to use it again.” He lazily drawled. The fact that he made eye bags hot was insanity. You wanted to cry for him because some of the products you used were unnecessarily expensive.

Shinso unpaused your video and you had begun priming your face. He dug around in the Sephora bag before pulling out the primer you were using. As he squirted some on his fingertips, he made an especially disgusted look as he felt the consistency of it. He watched as you spread it all over your face, and copied you.

“She didn’t lie when they said easy.” He mused. Mina and you both cackled through your phone. Primer was possibly the easiest step ever because it didn’t affect the way you looked whatsoever. “Uhh, okay now she’s putting on, uhhh, foundation?” He grabbed a bottle of foundation out of the bag along with a Beauty Blender. “The people at Sephora said this was my skin colour, so I’ll believe them.” Shinso shrugged and set the bottle down to get the Beauty Blender out of the box.

You began blending the foundation into your skin and Shinso did the same. “Alright! First question from Andrea! ‘Are you dating anyone right now?’ wow Andrea, you sure did get straight to the point. Unfortunately no, I’m not in a relationship right now.” You had finished your foundation and had moved on to concealing your under eyes.

Shinso hummed as he watched as you put a relatively small amount of concealer under your eyes and looked into the camera, somehow making his eye-bags even more prominent. “Look, I don’t know much about makeup, but I know I’m going to need more concealer than that. Also I’m surprised that they’re not dating anyone. She’s too good looking to be single.” So he unscrewed the concealer tube, and absolutely went to town. He put on so much concealer that you were almost concerned.

“Mina did you hear that?” You asked in a breathless tone.

“Sure did.”

You were already in awe that the great Shinso Hitoshi was even watching your video, but the fact that he called you good looking? Your heart was practically leaping out of your chest as you watched with wide eyes. Your biggest YouTube crush had called you attractive. What a good day.

In your tutorial, you had finishing blending the concealer in and was moving onto baking your under eyes. You dipped your Beauty Blender into the loose powder and stamped it down underneath your eyes. “Now I’m going to let that bake, so I’m going to go ahead and do my eyeshadow right now!” Shinso gave a confused look and paused the video. He applied the powder somehow everywhere but under his eyes. It was honestly impressive how bad he was at this.

“I’m baking? What am I baking?” He furrowed his eyebrows, clearly very confused.

“For my eye look, I’m going to start with this light pink shade called, ‘Love’. How fitting. I’m going to swipe that into my crease and I’ll follow that up with this more hot pink that will go all over my lid. Then, I’m going to deepen my crease with this almost maroon shade and then I’ll cut my crease using the concealer we used earlier and this flat brush.” Shinso looked like you had just grown two heads in front of him. He had no idea what you were doing to your face.

You watched as he messily some hot pink shade onto his lid, rapidly blinking the whole time, not used to someone so close to his eye. He was not going to like tight-lining. He eventually attempted to cut the crease and looked absolutely dead when it was completely too much of his lid.

“I want to die.” He muttered while looking at the camera. His eyes had somehow lost even more life than what he began with, which was, not much.

“Here’s another question that’s coming from Kelsey! She asks: ‘Who do you think the hottest YouTuber is? I personally really like Bakugo Katsuki!’ Oh I’d definitely have to say Shinso Hitoshi! That man is illegally fine.” What did you just say? Your eyes went wide as you listened to yourself. You had completely forgotten what questions you answered in this video, and now Shinso Hitoshi knows that you think he’s hot. But you didn’t stop there.

“One hundred percent, anyone could throw down with me on this one. Shinso Hitoshi is the hottest YouTuber out there. He could curb stomp me, kill my family, and rob me of all of my belongings and I’d still say thank you.” Why did you ever say that. Mina was absolutely losing it on her side, unbelieving that those words had even made it past editing on your part. Why would you even keep that in the video. You wanted to die.

Shinso on the other hand looked very amused, letting out a chuckle of his own. “Didn’t know I was so popular. I’m honestly kind of flattered. But I wouldn’t curb stomp her. Can’t mess up that pretty face.” This was the end of your career. You’re never going back online ever again.

The you doing the tutorial had just begun applying loose glitter onto your lid. “So after applying this glitter base, I’m going to pat this glitter in. If you drag it, it’ll get absolutely everywhere since this glitter is super chunky. So, just lightly pat it in like this.” Shinso did as you told and still managed to have glitter cascading down, covering his black hoodie.

You had moved onto eyeliner and he looked like he was actually going to die, right then and there. He watched you tight-line your eyes and didn’t even attempt it. After creating a wing that looked like it could fly off of his face any moment, Shinso attempted to put a pair of false lashes on. Somehow, they were stuck to his eyelid, rather than where his lashes were. He followed you as you brushed the bake off. You were then moving onto contour, where he managed to make it look like he had rolled in dirt. Apparently, he had no idea where to put contour on his face so he ended up putting it far too high.

The step you were on now involved putting copious amounts of blush on when you answered your next question. “Alright and this one is from Jennie! ‘If you could date anyone, who would it be?’ I guess I hinted at this earlier, but Shinso Hitoshi all the way. I just want to like, hold his hand. I know, scandalous. But really, my thirst for that man is actually unquenchable.” You said with a straight face as you took a sip of water and then winked to the camera.

“Hey Mina, when I die in the next few minutes, can you make sure to clear my search history. Actually, just wipe my whole computer clean.” You sighed as you buried your face into your hands. This was awful. Out of all the tutorials you had on your channel, Shinso Hitoshi just had to pick the one where you basically confess your undying love for him. Mina simply laughed, promising absolutely nothing. Traitor.

On the other hand, Shinso was grinning. It was one of those grins. One that you knew would never let you live this down, and he doesn’t even know you personally. “Seems that I’ve got a fan. I’d love to hold hands, Y/N, you just have to let me know.” His voice drawled, deep and raspy. It would be hotter if his face didn’t look like someone shook up a bag of crushed makeup and threw the contents at him. To be honest, he really just looked like a big train wreck. But, it was still hot, nonetheless.

He did eventually finish the look, setting it all using far too much setting spray. But instead of holding his usual stoic, tired look, he looked like he was planning something. The corners of Shinso’s mouth were still turned up in a sly smirk, and you had a feeling that something was going to happen. You might as well die before you find out to save yourself the embarrassment.

“Well, I can’t say I enjoyed putting on the makeup, but I did enjoy watching Y/N talk about me. Y/N, if you’re watching me, send me a message and we can collab. Or maybe hold hands.” His mouth opened up and his killing grin hit you. This is it. This is where you die. You were internally screaming at the top of your lungs. God, you hated how hot he was even though he looked like Boo Boo The Fool.

“DID YOU JUST HEAR WHAT HE SAID?” Mina screamed out loud for you. Oh god, you were absolutely mortified.

“Well, that’ll do it for this one, if you liked watching me ruin my face, I have more awful videos for you to watch. And even if you didn’t, it’s too late because you’ve already given me ad revenue. If I don’t post my next video soon, safely assume that I’ve died. I might see you next time, bye.” Shinso said his usual outro and you slumped back onto your chair. You looked at Mina on your phone who was grinning ear to ear. Oh no.

“Message him.”

“Absolutely not I would rather die, right here, right now than talk to Shinso Hitoshi about how I confessed my undying thirst for him. So, that means I’m going to die. I want a granite headstone.” You groaned as you stared up at the ceiling.

“You don’t even have to say anything about that though! Anyways, you probably should talk to him. You could just say that you enjoyed his video and thank him for what basically was, a free shoutout. I think it’d be wrong if you didn’t message him at all.” Mina suggested, and well, she wasn’t wrong. It’d be rude to just ignore the fact that Shinso has put hard work and money into making this video. The least you could do was say a simple thank you.

You groaned as you sat up, grabbing your phone from where it was leaned against. “God, I hate when you’re right. I’ll message him though. I’m going to go ahead and hang up then because I still have another video I want to shoot.”

“Yes of course! But make sure to send me screenshots, I NEED to know how this goes down! I’ll talk to you later!” And with that, the FaceTime call was ended. Now you had to will yourself into messaging Shinso and making it seem normal. You would just have to completely ignore all of the moments you called him hot, and hope that he doesn’t bring them up too.

You opened up Instagram and searched up his handle. You were really going to do this. It was now or never, and if you backed out and never messaged him, Mina would never let you live it down and would probably end up messaging him herself. So to avoid embarrassment that would be even worse than what has already been done, you had to message him.

“Hi! I saw your latest video and I wanted to say thank you so much for featuring my video! It really means a lot. Also, I hope you bought an oil based makeup remover, because that stuff is hard to get off. Especially the glitter!” That was appropriate and calm, wasn’t it? You hit send and hoped that he would stay on topic and not mention the fact that you completely exposed yourself.

You sat down your phone and groaned. What if he thought that you were really creepy and was just leading you on to eventually public ally humiliate and ruin you, ending your career as you know it? That was probably a bit extreme, and rationally you knew he would never do such a thing, but you were paranoid.

As you were drowning in your sorrows, a notification popped up on your phone. It was him. He replied so fast that you were taken aback.

“hey thanks. i’m glad you’re not mad that i used your video without permission lol. and no, i didn’t buy one bc no one told me to. but i did get the makeup off with a lot of scrubbing. i was serious about wanting to collab. would you want to do that?” Your face was burning at this point. Collabing with Shinso sounding like an actual dream.

“Absolutely! I would love to! And ouch, is your skin okay? Too much exfoliating can really irritate the skin!”

“yes, i’m okay. i didn’t scrub too much skin off. and great. you live in LA right?? i do too. we should work out a date sometime to talk. we could even hold hands if you wanted to lol.” Oh god, he went a did it. You wanted to scream.

“Ahaha, yes let’s do that! And sorry about all of the rambling about uhh, you. It must’ve felt weird.” Should your casket be wood? A polished, dark oak wood sounded nice. You would look lovely in that casket after you died of sheer embarrassment. But would it look fine alongside a granite headstone? Maybe it should be marble.

“not at all. i’m very flattered. but letting you know, don’t expect me to curb stomp you. i don’t think i’m strong enough to do that. but we can definitely go on a date, and maybe your thirst will go away.” This time, you actually did scream, straight into your pillow. This is the end of you.

You screenshotted the conversation so far and sent it to Mina. You did promise to keep her updated.

She responded, not even a minute later, with far too many emojis. The winky face, the side-looking eyes, and of course, the cowboy. Sometimes, just sometimes, you really hated Mina. But not really.

“WTF DO I RESPOND TO THAT HE LITERALLY JUST INSINUATED THAT HE'S GOING TO DO,,,, STUFF.” You hurriedly typed to Mina. You could imagine her right now, cackling as you watched you panic.

“Just call him hot and catch him off guard LOL. Or say like ur thirst can never be quenched.” You were about to do it. There wasn’t anything else that you could think to say to him that was normal sounding, so maybe this would work? Should your flowers be lilies? Or perhaps daisies would work. Something nice to remember you by. You don’t want your death to be too sad.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think my thirst can go away. It’s pretty intense.” You typed something real ballsy out, as you went to hit ‘select all’ to delete it, somehow, you had sent it to him instead. Amazing! You were going to have a stroke!

“oh? well, we’ll have to see about that, huh? anyways, here’s my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx. we can talk about our date later. i have to film another video to make sure people know i’m not dead. talk to you later, doll.”

Ah, the nail in the coffin. You really were dead now. You didn’t even get to plan what you were going to write on your gravestone.

You copied his number and put it into your contacts. Even though you were incredibly embarrassed about all of this, you were definitely going to use that later. Not only to plan a collaboration.

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my amazing girlfriend does my makeup correctly (ft. Y/N)

#shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #shinso hitoshi x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #reader insert #fem!reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader

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jimlingss · 5 years

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Jungle Park [4]

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 4.5 OR Chapter 5

➜ Words: 5.7k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

➜ Warnings: swearing

Right as things seem to be improving and you’re slowly being less ostracized by the others, it plummets all to hell again. It’s no wonder that so many people hate HR. You’re constantly going after the employees and you’re really beginning to feel like Hoseok’s personal henchman. “Am I being fired?” Lisa cuts straight to the point, eyeing how the conference room door is closed and the shades have been drawn for the utmost privacy. She faces you from across the table and glances at Hoseok who’s behind you, chair against the wall, preoccupied with some work and flipping through a stack of papers. “No, no, you’re not,” you try to reassure the female receptionist to no avail. You’re perfectly aware that out of everyone, Lisa has the most hostility towards you. It’s justified too, since you basically fired her best friend and now she thinks you have it out for the receptionists. “Then what is it?” “I would like to just brush up on the dress code with you.” You try your best to offer the kindest smile while damning Hoseok on why he made you do this. It’s your job, but still. “It’s not a huge deal, but the firm’s dress code is business professional and it applies to everyone. For men, it’s buttoned suits with ties or dress pants and sports jackets. And women can wear pencil skirts or dress pants with a top and jacket, or a dress or suit as well. Muted and neutral colours are generally encouraged, but there’s some flexibility there. Shoes can be opened toed or closed, as long as they’re not sandals or sneakers or boots...” Your hands are clasped on the table and you continue, “There are a lot of choices to choose from. But Jung and Park find it especially important for you to adhere to the dress code because you greet clients that come in. In a way, you’re the face of the entire firm—” “So what you’re saying is you want me to button up my blouse more?” She interrupts you and her glare is directed towards Hoseok for a few seconds before she looks down at her own shirt. �� “Yes.” You retain your reserved smile, keeping your voice light and trying your best to clearly deliver your message without misunderstandings. “It’s a bit revealing. You look fantastic! I really like your fashion sense! But maybe it’s more appropriate for an evening out with friends rather than a professional office setting.” “Maybe people shouldn’t let their eyes wander,” she mutters passive aggressively and moves on before you can address her concern. “If the dress code is so important, then I’d like to tell you that Taehyung comes in his pajamas sometimes.” “I will talk to him about it,” you promise her and she nods, already moving to do up two more buttons on her white blouse. “How is Dahyun? Is she doing alright with you?” “She’s fine,” Lisa says in a curt tone. “If this is all, can I go now?” “Uh...yes, you can go now. Thank you for this discussion.” It’s shorter and easier than what you were preparing for. In the next few seconds, the receptionist swiftly stood and opened the door, waltzing out. You’ve also stood up, shuffling your stack of papers. Hoseok continues to sit there without moving, flipping to his next page, but the corner of his mouth moves. “You need to be more stern,” he mumbles, barely coherent. “I’m doing fine,” you tell him and with that, you leave. No one said your job would be easy. When Jimin told you this place was full of high conflict, he wasn’t kidding. It seems like office drama and gossip runs like the wild west here. But recently, the flood of complaints made against each other seemed to stop entirely. Maybe people didn’t want to file official complaints or they simply decided to band together against you and Hoseok. If it’s the latter reason, you’re happy that you at least got to lessen the tension around the office. It takes teamwork to revolt against authority figures. And….well, even if no one wants to be your friend anymore, you still like your job. It’s a lot better than driving a damn taxi around. “Um, Y/N?” There’s a timid knock on your door and you bolt your head upright, tearing your eyes away from the computer screen. At the doorway, Sebin linger hesitantly, arms holding onto a thick file. “Do...do you have some time?’ “Of course!” You stand, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Nonetheless, you welcome her in and when she takes a seat, you happily close the door for privacy. You just can’t believe that someone’s actually here, greeting you, asking for your help, and you’re about to pull out all stops. “What can I do for you?” “I just need to talk to someone.” The girl brushes her long brunette hair until it’s behind her, draping her backside. Her eyes divert to her lap, fingers playing with the hem of her beige pencil skirt before she looks up at you. “I’ve been having a hard time recently.” “Do you know what you’re having a hard time with? Is it your family or your personal life or is it because of someone in the office?” She shakes her head with a modest smile. “No, no one’s been anything but nice to me here. I just feel stuck.” You nod, actively listening and reading her expression. “Can you elaborate? What do you mean by stuck?” “I just…” The legal assistant sighs, a heavy exhale squeezing from her lungs. “I wonder what I’m doing. I like my job. I think it’s easy and straightforward. It pays the bills too. I really love and adore everyone here. Jimin was the one who hired me and I feel like I owe it to him to stick this out...but I don’t know...I keep thinking about it and I can’t get rid of this feeling.” “Sebin, you don’t owe it to anyone to stick it out.” You repeat her exact words and you reach across your desk to squeeze her hand. “There’s no one here who would understand better than Jimin.” She smiles, thankful that you’re offering her comfort. “I don’t know if this is what I want for myself anymore. But if I leave this place, I don’t know where I will go, I don’t know where I would get money.” “Do you have any savings?” “I do. But what if I can’t find another job? What if no one’s hiring? I know the economy isn’t great.” “At this point, I don’t think the economy will ever be good.” You grin and she laughs behind her hand, agreeing with you. “There are a lot of reasons why you shouldn't do something. Sometimes...you just gotta go for it, as stupid as that sounds.” The girl is kind of surprised. She expected you to coerce her to stay and she wondered if you’d just turn around and tattle to Hoseok later. She wouldn’t be all that shocked if Hoseok chucked a cardboard box at her head and told her to clean out her desk before the end of the day for even thinking of leaving her job. But Sebin is pleased to hear your encouragements and a part of her thinks you won’t tell Hoseok. Your sincerity reaches her. “Can you be honest with me?” “Of course,” you reassure, wondering when you’ve ever been dishonest. “Do you think it’s dumb?” The paralegal makes wild gestures with her hands. “I mean...my job right now isn’t hard…” “Just because it’s easy, it doesn’t mean you’ll like it.” You hum and begin to reminisce. “I’ve been at jobs for the sake of money before and I was miserable the entire time. Actually, I only have this position right now because I made the decision to quit my old job….for the same reasons as you.” You continue, “And as hard as this job can be sometimes, I love it a lot. I don’t think there’s anything I’d rather do than be here and help people, get to know them and boost office morale while still being a part of the team.” Sebin smiles warmly, in awe at how you speak so passionately even when you know HR is a mundane job. “I’m not even sure of what I want.” “Well…” You lean back. “If money wasn’t a concern, what would you want to do?” “I don’t know.” It’s a typical question, but the legal assistant considers it carefully. “I’d travel. I’d eat a lot. I...I always wanted to become a teacher, so maybe I’d do that. I had a job as a teacher’s aide before. I just never thought I could be an actual teacher. Somewhere along the way, I applied for this job...and then I stuck to it.” “And now you’re really stuck,” you say lightheartedly and she nods. “I think you would be a great teacher, Sebin. You have the patience for it for sure and it’s never really too late to do anything. If you have savings, you could do it, return to school and see what you need to complete your degree. There’re tons of bursaries and scholarships for adult students as well. In fact, I may have something for you.” You open your left drawer, thanking the heavens of your bad habit of taking brochures that you don’t need. In ten seconds, you’ve fished for the right one and you slide the pamphlet over to her. “You can also continue working while going to school. There’s a lot of options out there.” The girl’s eyes are glazed over, holding back tears. “Thank you for this, Y/N. I really appreciate it. I had no one else to talk to and...this just means a lot to me.” “No problem.” If you were happy before, now you were on a high. Why should people do drugs when helping people was for free? “If you want, you can keep me updated on what you decide, but you don’t have to. My door’s always open if you need to talk to someone.” At the end of the conversation, the both of you are over the moon. Sebin leaves while dabbing her eyes with the back of her hand and you’re ecstatic that you actually got to help someone in their career development. At this rate, you’re sure she’ll still be working while going to school part-time, eventually becoming a teacher, or maybe not. She’s promised to see where things go and to take steps to make herself happier. And you couldn’t be happier yourself. Except, the next day, someone by the name of Jung Hoseok takes a big fat dump on your bliss. “You called me?” You pop your head through the door and he motions you in. You’re forced to awkwardly shuffle, moving to stand in front of his desk like you’re an elementary student about to be scolded by the principal. “Explain this to me.” He throws a letter onto his desk and he glares at you hard enough to set your skin aflame. “Sebin just handed me her two weeks notice.” Oh shit. Turns out she won’t be working and going to school at the same time. Maybe it’s better that she fully focuses on achieving her goal. It’s a good decision either way. But you don’t tell Hoseok any of your thoughts. Instead, you manage a skeptical expression. “And you called me because…?” “Because she came in here talking about being stuck and her dreams and needing to take charge of her life. I was thinking about who could’ve fed her all this nonsense and I realized that it could only be you.” There’s a murderous look in his eye and you begin to break a sweat. If Hoseok didn’t hate you before, now he definitely did. You scramble to reply, “That...that’s a big assumption. Aren’t lawyers supposed to avoid assumptions?” “Do you realize that in this busy season, we cannot afford to lose an important member of staff?” “Yes.” “Do you know how much work it will take to hire another paralegal that will fulfill the correct requirements and fit the needs of this office?” “Yes,” you mutter before adding on, “but isn’t it my job to find someone suitable?” Jung Hoseok is not amused and from the way he glares at you dead in the eyes and his hands are clasped, it makes you ponder if this is what Satan looks like in hell. “Did she or did she not visit you in the past few days?” “She did.” “And what did you talk about?” “That is confidential material.” “I am your boss and it is your job to tell me,” he demands and your life flashes before your eyes. You wonder if this is the end, if he’ll toss his sharp scissors at your exposed neck and the rest of the lawyers will end up hiding your corpse and burning it in some forest. They’d get away with it too, considering they’re the top lawyers in the industry. Oh god. How would your mom even react if your death became an unsolved mystery? “Either way, you would’ve had to fill out a report, correct? I could always read it.” “Sometimes reports are not necessary to fill out,” you mumble while scratching your hair and downcasting your head. The lawyer seated across from you persists without missing a single beat. “Did you or did you not speak to Sebin about her professional goals?” “Perhaps.” “Did you at any point suggest that she should quit if she is feeling unhappy?” You’ve watched enough law television shows to know how to respond. It might be ridiculous, but you don’t care. “I refuse to respond on the grounds that it may incriminate me.” Hoseok’s frown deepens, but the corner of his mouth twitches. You’re not sure if he’s become slightly amused or absolutely furious with you. “Are you….are you pleading the fifth?” He asks it like he can’t believe his own ears. You cringe in your spot, avoiding his glare. “Yes.” “This is not an interrogation.” “Then what am I doing here?” The male is brought to a loss for words, so he simply scoffs. He pinches the bridge of his nose and waves you away with his other hand. “Get out of here before I toss my mug at you.” “That’s a threat and verbally abusive, also highly inappropriate.” Despite your words, your legs bolt upwards and you’re on your toes again, collecting yourself as you slowly back away from his desk. “Just letting you know as HR.” “You’re testing me,” he chimes and returns back to his work. “Alright...goodbye.” You run for your life and Hoseok lifts his chin, staring at the space where you just occupied. The corner of his tilt mouth again and he lets out a hopeless puff of air through his parted lips before it stretches into the smallest of smiles. // If life at the office could be charted, it would be one of the craziest graphs you would need to draw. The line would currently dip and rise, like the drop and incline of a rollercoaster with no stops. Often times when you’re having the time of your life, it plummets to the bottom. And when you’re having the worst time, things improve so drastically, you remember why you wanted this job in the first place. At the moment, it feels like things were at a standstill, half between the rise and fall of good and bad. While the employees of the firm aren’t exactly friendly with you anymore, they aren’t hostile or passive aggressive either. Sure, you’re almost certain Hoseok hates your guts and probably wants to throw you out of his window, Jimin has been nothing but understanding and kind. Things are okay. But it’s about to be a new low for you. “Are you the one who fired my girlfriend?!” “Pardon?” You frown in confusion, forced to a halt in front of the office building as the car pulls up on the curb. An unfamiliar man has his head popped out of the window, half his body hanging out as he angrily screams the question at you. It’s only nine a.m. in the morning and your mind is still numb without coffee. “Are you the fucking HR bitch that fired my girlfriend?!” He repeats, shouting so loudly that it hurts your ears. What you don’t notice is who is sitting in the driver seat and the familiar lawyer that is walking down the street, noticing the commotion going on. It happens too quickly. The driver of the car moves the man out of the way to see out the window. You recognize the ex-receptionist immediately and she wastes no time to point an accusatory finger at you. Kei frowns and shrieks, “That’s her!” The man in the passenger seat brings up a bucket from in-between his feet and then there’s a sudden stream that glistens in the morning sunshine. There is the sound of sloshing that follows. The beads glimmer against the light like stars and then it falls like a tsunami. You’re doused in cold water. It shocks your system, hair drenched and clothes dripping, doused from head to toe. There are gasps that surround you, people passing by that move out of the way to not get wet. The man shouts, “Drive, drive!” And then tires screech on pavement as it pulls off and zips down the road. Hoseok runs over towards you and pulls out his phone, swiftly snapping a shot of the license plate before the car is too far gone. If you thought he was furious before, now he was completely livid. “What the fuck!” His hands curl around your shoulders, firm yet still gentle, and he doesn’t notice when you flinch from his touch. “Are you okay??! Y/N?!” The man searches your face before he locks his eyes with yours. “I...I’m fine.” You’re violently shivering, still shocked by the sudden change of temperature and also humiliated by people’s stares. “It’s just water, I’m fine. It’ll dry off.” He doesn’t wait and takes off his suit jacket, draping it over you as if it could warm you up and shield you away from stranger’s gazes. The security guard of the building runs out while catching his breath and Hoseok casts one mere glance at him. “Give me the footage of that security camera.” “You got it,” he responds and goes off again. “Hoseok.” “Do you have a change of clothes with you? Actually no, go home,” he says it quickly, nearly getting whiplash at how fast he turns to look at you again. You can’t imagine taking the subway in this state and he must read your expression well with the next question he asks. “Did you drive here or do you need me to drive you home? Wait, no, we need to file a police report as soon as possible. Okay, let me drive you home to change and then we can head to the police station and file a police report.” “Wait…” “We can get a restraining order by noon. See if we can press charges on grounds of harassment and assault and verbal abuse. From now on, I’m your attorney, understand?” “Listen to me,” you say as calmly as possible whilst gazing into his eyes. “I don’t want to press charges or file a police report. I’m fine.” His jaw clenches and the knit between his brows deepen. “No. You do not get to argue with me on this.” “It was water. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” You just want to go away from the prying eyes and pitiful stares. “I’ll dry off. And she was just upset, she lost her job.” “That does not justify her actions. Why do you let this happen to you?! Are you really okay with it?!” Hoseok’s composure is completely lost and he steps away, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Fine, you might not want to press charges, but I’m still going to get a restraining order for this office. I have a responsibility to protect my employees, do you understand? And you are my employee. No one is allowed to hurt you or put you in danger.” You’re caught in a trance, staring into his brown irises that seems to catch light in all the right places. Eventually, you’re pulled back to attention when Sunyi comes rushing over, asking what happened. Miraculously, the lawyer has a change of clothing since she was planning to switch to more formal attire to meet an important client at two. She’s happy to let you borrow her clothes. The ride up to the floor is uncomfortable and smothering. Everyone in the office stops to gawk, baffled out of their minds at the sight of you, considering you look like you went showering in your attire. But no one whispers or murmurs since Hoseok stomps into Jimin’s office and the door slams shut, hard enough to cause the hinges to break and the goddamn wall to crumble. You change and Seulgi makes a cup of hot coffee to warm you up. Even Lisa lingers in the kitchen and asks if you’re alright. Within the hour, Hoseok appears again, beelining from his partner’s office to yours. He seems much calmer now, vein no longer popping at his forehead, wrinkles no longer prominent and brows not furrowed. “I know you don’t want to press charges. Tell me if you change your mind, but the entire firm is getting a restraining order against both parties. She will not be allowed to be within five hundred meters of this office building.” There’s an extended silence. The lawyer nods, having nothing more to say and he turns to walk out. “Hoseok.” Your voice stops him. “Thank you.” “It’s a given,” he murmurs in an oddly softer tone and then turns so you can see the profile of his visage. The edge of his mouth lifts. “You’re my responsibility, you know....even if you are a headache.” You smile back at him and he leaves.

As usual, with the new low, comes a new high. And you can only hope naively that things stay this way forever. Rumours of what Kei did to you spread and they evolve to become wilder versions — ones where you threw yourself in front of Hoseok and protected him, or she had hired a hitman to harm people in the office, but you blocked the entrance and protected them. If anything, you’re amused over these stories. But more importantly, the employees of the firm become more pleasant towards you, like when you first joined and won their trust. Maybe they turned a new leaf because they finally realized your job wasn’t as jolly and chummy as it seemed on the outside. Maybe they felt guilty since in the back of their minds, they knew you were being shunned. Maybe their kindness derives from pity. Whatever the case may be, you don’t mind. The others are surprised at how Sebin is close to you. She chooses to sit beside you during lunchtime in the break room and chatters on happily. She even tells you how she got accepted into the first post-secondary institution of her choosing and Hoseok wrote her one of the best recommendation letters that brought her to tears; it turns out the lawyer isn’t angry that she isn’t staying. Before the paralegal leaves, everyone celebrates with cake in the conference room, bidding her goodbye and telling her to visit. You’re sad that one of your best friends have left, but it doesn’t last too long when Seulgi invites you out to lunch one afternoon and the two of you have a fun chat. Even Sunyi has returned to your office every other day to do her regular complaints about Yoongi. Things are good. For the most part. “Good morning.” “Morning.” The elevator doors shut and the tension between you two and the small space is enough to suffocate you. You should’ve known he was close behind you and maybe you would’ve waited for another elevator or took the stairs. Sure, you probably would’ve ended up sticky with sweat, but it would be better than standing alone next to Jung Hoseok. All you do is focus on the rising numbers flashing over the doors…. Until there’s a large ‘clack’, the floor jolting and causing you to grip the side bars. The overhead lights flash for a moment. The bulbs die off, engulfing you in darkness before flickering back on. “That doesn’t sound good,” you mutter underneath your breath and Hoseok moves to spam the elevator buttons. They don’t light up. The elevator doesn’t move. The numbers stay the same. He curses and hits the ‘call for help’ button. “Not again.” He fishes out his phone and speed dials Jimin. At the same time, the intercom flares to life and he doesn’t wait for them. “We’re stuck in elevator two between floors seven and eight.” The woman on the other side remains impassive. “We’re on our way.” Jimin doesn’t pick up and he hangs up with a sigh. Wonderful. As if being in the same elevator with just Hoseok wasn’t painful enough, now you were trapped with him. Trapped. For god knows how long. “Does….” You attempt to break the silence and you finally shift to look at him. “Does this happen often?” “Often enough for it not to be surprising,” Hoseok mutters and sits on the ground. You decide to follow his lead, moving to lean up against the corner of the elevator with your legs out in front of you. There’s a moment of quiet before the lawyer speaks, “The last time this damn elevator did this, it was stuck for four hours.” He pauses and looks at you, smooth timbre quieting, “We should designate a peeing corner. My bladder is beginning to hurt.” Your eyes are full of horror. “Wh-what?” “I’m kidding!” He laughs at your expression. The sound of his laughter is tinkling, foreign to your ears. It’s as if sunshine itself is emitting from his mouth. “In what world would I actually piss in the corner of an elevator? And we’ll probably get out here in ten minutes.” “Oh.” It was a joke. Hoseok’s little chuckles fade off and he looks at you with a smile. “Lighten up, you always act like I’m going to bite your head off.” “Aren’t you?” Underneath your placid exterior, you’re shaken from his lightheartedness and teasing. At the moment, you’re not too sure who’s sitting next to you and if this is the same man who rules the office with an iron fist. But you know this is also a part of him he doesn’t show in the firm — though it painfully reminds you of something long ago. “That would get me arrested and trust me, you don’t want to see prison version of Hoseok.” You grin at how he refers to himself in third person. “What’s prison version of Hoseok?” “Someone who tries to escape and fails and ends up crying pathetically on a cold prison floor with a tramp stamp tattoo of a red butterfly,” he drones on and ends up sounding completely done with his life. You can’t help the giggles that bubble up your throat and he smiles, able to make both your predicaments better. The elevator suddenly creaks, sounding like nuts and bolts tumbling and you quirk your head to one side, grabbing the bar by your head tighter. “The elevator won’t suddenly fall, right? We won’t die, right?” “Don’t worry. If we do, the building will be liable for our deaths and Jimin will sue them.” “Great to know I’ll have a chunk of money in my coffin,” you deadpan and this time, he’s the one laughing. You watch the way his mouth draws up slightly into a heart shape when he’s grinning and how his eyes crinkle softly. The words spill before you can stop them. “Do you really not remember?” His laughs slowly fade away, the last of them streaming from his chest before he looks over at you, tilting his chin towards you, lips together but still pulled into a smile. “Remember what?” You stare at him for a moment before tearing your eyes to the closed silver doors. “Never mind.” “No.” He won’t take no for an answer, not when his irises are sparkling with both mischief and curiosity. “What is it?” “Nothing.” You shrug. “There’s no point if you don’t remember. It was like twelve years ago.” “What? Did you do me wrong and now I don’t remember?” “Not telling.” “Tell,” he demands childishly and leans over like he’s going to crawl closer to you. You’d rather climb up the elevator shaft like Spiderman and end up dying because you’re not Spiderman than to have him close the already small distance between the two of you. “Okay fine!” Luckily, he stops moving and you swallow hard. “I freeloaded off a group project with you.” You watch his reaction. “If you didn’t notice on my résumé, we went to the same university. But actually, we were also in the same finance class in our second year together. It was a long time ago.” “That’s it?” An endeared expression appears on his features. “That’s what you were so worried about?” “Of course, I’m worried! I freeloaded off of you! We were supposed to meet at a library, but I was in a board game club and I ditched you because I was winning at Monopoly.” As if it helps, you add on, “Which I ended up winning, by the way.” “Really?” The little shit is grinning, finding your story all the too amusing, from how you were in a board game club to how you actually knew each other and not just by name. “We failed.” “Well, that’s not too bad.” He muses, “Thought there was something deeper or more important.” “It was forty percent of our grade,” you counter. There’s a bit of a pause and then he shrugs. “.....I still made it as a lawyer and you made it as an HR member.” Since all of this is out and the open, you figure you might as well spill all the beans. “And you may or may not have asked me out to a coffee date, but I rejected you.” A part of you almost hopes that he’ll remember. Except, he doesn’t. “Okay, now I’m just hurt.” He puts a hand over his chest where his heart should be, an over dramatic reaction and he gasps. “How could you?” You laugh and he smiles at the sound, arm dropping into his lap. “Sounded like we were friends back then.” “Acquaintances,” you correct. “Well, the past is the past and it’s not like I can even remember, so you can stop tiptoeing around me.” “I’m not tiptoeing!” You defend, despite it being a complete lie. For the first time, you actually feel at ease being in Hoseok’s presence, like the weight of the past is no longer on your shoulders. It’s nice to talk to him like this, like the both of you are adults with no baggage or resentments. “Yeah, you are.” His eyebrow is cocked. “I know the rest of them are scared of me, but they have reason to be. You don’t. You haven’t fucked up yet.” You’re surprised. “I haven’t?” “Annoying if anything, but no, you haven’t really.” “I’m glad.” You smile to yourself, fiddling with your fingers and looking in your lap. There’s another thought that comes into your mind, but you wonder if you would be overstepping your boundaries. Still, you can’t imagine a better time than now. Your voice is a soft whisper when you speak, full of hesitancy, “Was your accident that bad that you can’t remember anything?” “Hey!” He scoffs in offence. “I remember everything. Just not the small details like acquaintances and stuff. But yeah, I hit a lamp post on the highway and ended up in the hospital for a year of recovery. It was rough.” “I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. It actually worked out in the end since Jimin came to me and told me he had plans of opening a law firm one day and wanted me as a partner. That helped me get off my ass and I finished my third year of law school, did a year of articling for another divorce firm, and then Jimin and I started this place.” “That’s really amazing.” The words spill out in awe. “A lot of sleepless nights.” “But you made it.” “Sure did.” He turns to gaze at you. “You did too.” “Yeah…” The ten-minute estimate turns into twenty and with enough of Hoseok yelling over the intercom for what’s taking so long, you both eventually get freed from the elevator. The paralegals end up crowding you after, asking if being trapped with Hoseok for that long was as horrible as it seemed and if you wanted to hit your head on the walls and die, but you only shrug and keep your responses positive. In reality, you enjoyed talking to him a lot. You missed it. Hoseok disappears for the rest of the day for court proceedings, Yoongi and Taehyung following him and giving him a headache with their bickering. It’s almost as if the conversation and reconnection never happened and you’re a bit disappointed, but then the next day, you have him knocking on your door. “Is there something wrong?” “No.” He plops down his second coffee on your desk and takes a sip with the one in his right hand. You stare at the cup, not sure what he wants you to do with it or if he’s putting it down temporarily. “It’s yours.” You hold it, looking up at him. “Mine?” “It’s my offering of our truce.” Truce. Hoseok ends up leaving without looking at you and your bright smile. In your life, you’ve never had such delicious coffee before.

#Bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts fluff #hoseok fluff #hoseok fanfic #BTS JUNG HOSEOK AS.....an asshole??? OR IS HE??//#OC who's past is shady as allll hellll

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i really wanted to do this makeup questionnaire!! you could say i was tagged by @cacupid (but not really dshjka) so here i am 🥰🥰🥰

What foundation/concealer do you use?

currently i dont use a concealer bc i havent found one i like and i feel like concealer generally looks a bit cakey on me since i like light coverage, but i use the Too Faced Born this Way Foundation in the shades snow and cloud (mixed together) although i’m thinking of looking into the new Fenty Pro Filt’r Hydrating Longwear Foundation since I know they have my shade (tried the matte formula) and I would rather support Fenty than Too Faced! Not gonna try it till ive used up all of my BTW though 🥰

What do you think of fake eyelashes?

i think they can look super pretty! but i also dont like using them myself bc i have deepset eyes and they generally cover all my eyeshadow ! i will use them if im doing a campy / editorial sort of look but im so bad at applying them its barely worth it sometimes fhadsjfak

What makeup tools do you use in makeup application?

I use mainly a brush set i got from BH cosmetics which are great quality as well as some Ecotools brushes i got from Coles. i also use a cheap makeup sponge i got from kmart bc it does the job and its ridiculous to spend $30 on a sponge that is no different than cheaper sponges!!

What makeup do you currently wear every day?

i don’t wear makeup everyday but when i do and its not like a ~special~ look i generally use no primer (besides moisturiser), the foundation I mentioned set with my Australis HD Translucent Loose Setting Powder which I’ve only just started using and i like it so far, really finely milled! for my brows i use my Rimmel Wonder’full Brow Gel in 003 Dark Brown since it darkens my brows perfectly bc if I do it too much I look like a neanderthal lmao (love that deep set eye prominent brow bone combo). For eye shadow I generally use my Anastasia Beverly Hills Norvina palette or my BH Cosmetics Love Signs palette followed by my Elf H2O Proof Eyeliner Pen (not the greatest eyeliner but since i only do wings and dont fully line my eye it works for me!) I then curl my lashes and apply the Benefit Roller Lash Mascara (the sample sizes last so long). If I’m doing blush it’ll be my Revlon Insta Blush Stick in Nude Kiss or Maybelline Fit Me blush in Rose! Finally i’ll generally use one of my NYX Soft Matte Lip Creams since I find them super comfy and set with Morphe Continuous Setting Mist!!

What do you think of makeup?

I enjoy makeup as a way to express myself creatively since i suck at traditional art lol but i also think it can be dangerous and that the current insta glam makeup that is trendy now is dangerous - no one can look that perfect!!! i also think it fosters self esteem issues with much of the marketing bc thats how they make money, by shaming people!! i also hate when im expected to wear makeup i think its a problem when it gets to that point where someone has literal anxiety about being bare faced, like it can really be traumatic ! also the trend of having tons of makeup i mean that shits expensive and you really dont need that much, it shouldnt be normalised AGH. i also hate how a lot of brands sexualise their products which theyre promoting to young girls !! its disgusting!!! dont call your mascara better than sex or your blush orgasm i get so heated over this, they shouldnt think to use makeup to make them ~sexy~ theyre young girls this makeup makes them look like theyre in their 20s they shouldnt be worrying about their appearance in this way theyre kids AGH

What cosmetic products have you always wanted to try but still haven’t?

I really wanna try some colourpop products, nothing in particular but i hear their quality is great for the price and if that doesnt draw me in idk what does!

How often do you shop for makeup?

not very often, i usually buy makeup if i need to replace a staple in my routine, or if i see a palette i really like and am in the financial position to buy it / can’t dupe it with my current collection

Who are your favorite bloggers/vloggers?

i LOVE Smokey Glow and Nisipisa, they’re great if youre looking into makeup with a critical anti-consumerism eye

Do you like multifunctional products like lip and cheek stains?

yes! i use my cream blushes for lip stains sometimes and they look very nice

Do you subscribe to any beauty boxes?

nope! idk if there are any in australia and id rather just buy stuff i want than buy random things that i might not even like

Favourite recent beauty buy?

probably my Sugarpill Fun Size palette! the colours are so unique, but i was rly disappointed in the shade Twitch it under-performed compared to the rest :(

All-time favourite beauty item?

probably my BTW Foundation bc it was the only foundation I’ve ever used that doesn’t sink into my pores and cling to my dry patches

Any beauty brands you won’t support?

Jeffree Star Cosmetics, Kat Von D, Kylie Cosmetics, KKW Beauty, most influencer brands, Huda Beauty, Limecrime, Morphe (when I finish my setting mist I won’t be buying again)

I tag anyone who wants to do this! i dont really know anyone on here so just go for it 💖 sorry that this doesnt make heaps of sense i struggled putting my thoughts into words haha

#ari talks #makeup #makeup culture

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satchaccuss · 4 years

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SWJFO sure FEELS short at least.

This, like much of everything else I spew, is a rant. Sry.

Oh and there will be spoilers ahead for the game, so: sry.

Finished Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order yesterday (2019-12-01) and am now in the regular post-playthrough depression that always hits when finishing a game with no replay-value. Ooooh! Yeah I know some are gonna be mad at that, but it’s MY truth! The fact that the game doesn’t even have a new game or new game plus mode really drags. I bought it 2019-11-18, but because I was busy it wasn’t fully downloaded until 2019-11-22 and then I didn’t start playing until the next day and let’s say I then played maybe 3 hrs per day, let’s say everyday...then the game is around the 25 hrs mark, however: did I feel like it was time well spent? No. Did I feel satisfied with the ending? No.

Did I want to keep playing? For no reason? F*ck No! I mean I already got every secret and collectible before the final mission, so there is literally no reason to keep playing! This is the reason why dark souls has new game and new game plus modes, there is nothing to explore and do if you have already done it all! But if you get to play the game again, while keeping all outfits and weapons: you get some damn fine looking shots of your character looking awesome during boring-ass scenes you’ve already seen before! Honestly, the story was kind of meh in the end and the outfits were too few and the ponchos didn’t make any sense and the fact you don’t get to customize the colour of “you know what” until basically the end of the game just sucked all in all! Why wouldn’t you implement a “new game” mode in a game like this?! (I’m pretty sure the first one is just called “new game” and then the one after that is called “new game plus”, I think that was how dark souls did it at least, I can’t speak for the other games in the series tho it could have changed).

Seeing Cal wearing the outfit I chose and using the lightsaber I customized throughout the entire games cutscenes would be a much needed alleviation of a moderately boring story honestly... (But why can’t I change Cere’s saber piece on the other side?! I had to pick her piece for the other side too to make it look cohesive, and I didn’t like that, I didn’t want that, but it looks dumb otherwise!)

Yeah yeah, it isn’t as short as a usual indie-title, but it isn’t a Fallout game for sure, I mean I am still playing Fallout 4 every now and then because of all the shit you can do and all the different perks that can change your playstyle too... and because you can customize your character to look how you want and say kind of what you want and have it kind of matter and... *sigh*.

Why is this Star Wars game so good but so bad at the same time?

I liked that you could change the buttons... I didn’t like that you couldn’t re-bind all things to new buttons. I mean having the shoulder button be block/parry only works in dark souls where the shield actually felt like it was there and oh it’s hard to explain, but it didn’t work for me in this game, so I re-bound it to the B-button and made dodge the Y-button. However, I didn’t know that the game f*cked itself and took away the “drop ledge”-button as well when I changed B. Luckily I, through my massive brain’s incredible problem-solving skills, managed to figure out I could manually re-bind the drop-button to my dodge-button (Y). I did google it first tho and got no useful information: instead I got a f*ck-ton of same-y sounding whining about pc-keybindings, which, for a console-user like myself: is f*cking useless! Apparently not a single other soul had had my issue! In the end, like I said, I figured it out, but still: The fact that the game didn’t warn me that I had consequently un-bound another command as well when changing the dodge-button was really shitty. Oh well. ...the game making X and B (because of my changed buttons no doubt, but still), the way to do double saber attacks was f*cking hilariously dumb tho and the fact that I couldn’t change that attack to other buttons really irked me let me tell you! I had to release the camera and steer sticks both during the fight that the game wants you to do it to push both X and B at the same time to perform the stupid attack! I literally could never do it again after because it was a hassle to let go of the left stick to awkwardly hold the controller somehow and push X and B down at the same time, my word! A useless attack since I could never do it smoothly. Not really the games fault, but still. Anyway...

...why was Cal a ginger?! You can’t have a ginger wear a red or pink outfit! It clashes! Couldn’t they at least have made his hair more of a brow-ish shade to ensure it would go with most colour-schemes. Ginger doesn’t go with red or orange because it is red-ish or orange! Then again: colour-wise most of the ponchos didn’t work with the under-outfits either so, gah! Who designed the cosmetics in this game!? It never quite looked right to me.

...why was Anakin in it? I fail to imagine Anakin letting the empire murder children for no reason, yeah yeah: he murdered the kids in the temple that one time, but... he came back to his senses to rescue his son in the end tho right, so... Yeah ok, maybe not, but... I just don’t understand how torturing the kids make them inquisitors either, wouldn’t they just kill themselves right when they had the chance instead of actually doing the empires bidding after all they’d been through because of it? If Trilla was so angry at Cere for letting her get captured at all by giving up her potential location, why did she join and why did she stay? She could’ve killed her at practically any point, but didn’t and then she ended up dying in the end while kind of maybe kind of “forgiving” Cere anyway... I am confused as to how murdering force-users and kidnapping them and torturing them is even a viable plan at all, but then again I ain’t evil so... Sure sure, less potential jedi and all, but if one can turn to “the dark side” at any point then you can get off of it too at any point can’t ya? and if the kid was tortured to join you and stay, wouldn’t they be more likely to just f*ck off your “dark side”-shenanigans the moment you are out of earshot? Yeah, they make it sound hard, but I have no idea how this shit is supposed to work in the first place so what the heck do I know! Why is the “dark side” a thing in the first place? I thought the force was an all powerful omnipresent-kind-of-thing that moves through everyone and everything, why/how does it have a “dark side” if it is everywhere at all times? Technically, wouldn’t the ppl NOT force-sensitive and the ppl NOT using the force be the ones on the “dark side” of the force? They are the ones that don’t affiliate with it and can’t “feel” it after all... Technically the ppl on the “dark side” aren’t actually on a “side” of anything, they are just happening to use the force for evil. I can perhaps understand why the idiots in charge want something to blame, like our religious ppl inventing the devil, but the ppl that actually feel the force would know that there’s no such thing as a “dark side” of the force, right? And yet everyone, even Luke in that second new movie was all like “Oh my gawd Ray, you went immediately to the dark side, whine whine whine!” But the whole thing with you Luke was that you embraced balance, right? I mean you were all: green lightsaber but all black outfit and was so badass when ya rescued Han! It wasn’t Anakin that brought balance to the force like the prophecy Obi had had said: it was his son that managed it, right? Or was that retconned? ...anyway.

I feel like swjfo was so short and for the amount I paid for it, it sure as shit doesn’t feel worth it in the end. I mean, I was so shocked when I started up the game and was gonna load my save and saw that we were 54% or something through the game and the main story had barely picked up any pace!

This definitely felt more like a prequel to another, better, more story-rich and exploratory game.

I hope that they are making the next installment where we as Cal explore balancing the force and get to use force-lightning! (I was so disappointed you never got to learn that in this game, it would have been cool... if the game was longer and there was more to do and more things to fight and such!) The fact that Merrin joined so late in the story was dumb, but a hope that they will make the next installment where we together with her and the other crew get a bigger cooler ship and get to explore the world to get rid of the empire together and learn about the force and such too together and maybe romance her or something too I guess, but a male option for the rest of us that don’t want to see that straight shit would be nice too of course. But if their story progresses nicely and their chemistry grows naturally, I wouldn’t necessarily mind in the end if they go steady with each other.

Seriously tho, a warning from the game that there would be no more perks to be unlocked when I’d unlocked all of them would’ve been nice! At least an option to sink the extra points you could still get into health or force-meter or lightsaber attack strength, (kind of like in Asscreed Ori where ya could add points into increased arrow-damage or melee-damage of a small percentage indefinitely almost. I was literally expecting that to be the case with this game but nope!). Anyway, the second game should focus on us and the crew expanding our operation of defeating the empire by: gathering allies and tools and experience too I suppose and it should also focus on Cal beginning to research mastering all aspects of the force, maybe together with Merrin. Merrin herself should learn about the world and also learn it really wasn’t the jedi that were the cause of her loss and pain and grow as a person and grow closer to the og crew too. Not sure how to end that game tho.

The third and last installment should be one where we actually get to eradicate the empire and actually rebuild the world and potentially the order too. One where we get to actually find balance and get to use a red lightsaber and use force-lightning too without being evil! (That might be more of an end-game goal for the second game tho: Cal masters some of the many aspects of the force and gets to use force-lightning, but not enough to satisfy us maybe, so there’ll be a reason to play the third one or something lol). So: use a red lighsaber and more cool force powers including force-lightning and “master the force”, all the while also working to finish eradicate the empire. Maybe some world-building choices where we decide if or how the new jedi order should be and we become a council member and do council business and such. It could end with the entire world open too us, with little quests of minor significance but it’s something to do scattered around the planets and places on the planets, we get to “build bridges” with the ppl were are to protect as part of the new jedi order and heck, let me decide what should happen and then you just make the game for me yeah Respawn?

...anyway, final thoughts:

I am done with the game and have no reason to keep playing it. This makes me kind of sad, but in the end: the story was unsatisfyingly short and uninteresting and the ending left much to be desired. But! There is very minimal hope (knowing EA) that there will be more to come. Let us hope.

End of rant.

#swjfo #swjfo spoilers #starwarsjedifallenorder

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justimajin · 6 years

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A Lovely Little Mess [Epilogue (M)]

→ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

↳ Pregnancy AU, Friends to Lovers AU

→ Words: 6.5k

→ Warnings: explicit smut, a lot of fluffy goodness, jin being an absolute sweetheart

→ Summary: Flash forward 2 years later, life has seemingly calmed down for you - you had your daughter, you graduated, you married your best friend, yet a big question was still left to be answered....oh yeah were you and Jin going to have kids of your own?

→ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Epilogue(M) - drabble

Author’s Note: last chapterrrrr :D

Two years later....

Your black heels click loudly on the while tiled floor, willing themselves along the way so that you run properly. Double checking your watch you quickly race to your superior’s office, already aware that he wouldn’t withstand you being this late again but you had no choice in the matter.

Dressed in a white suit, he leans against his desk watching the clock and you bite your lip at your tardiness being noted down by him. Quietly walking in, you place the new article on his desk and he gives you a smug smile.

“Only 20 minutes late....” He hums, picking it up to examine the content you came up with. His hair was dyed black today and you were surprised from the change, always seeing his hair being dyed strange colours over the course of your employment.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Min.” He points to a section.

“This, right here, I don’t like it. Fix it.” He hands you the article back and you’re still astonished by the man’s ability to read so fast.

“Yes sir.” You turn to leave, but his voice cuts in.

“Take your time fixing it, it isn’t easy being a journalist coming up with a new article so you want to make sure its perfect.” You nod, closing the door on your way out. That’s what probably confuses you the most about Min Yoongi, one moment he’s being strict with you, nit-picking all the little mistakes you’re doing but the next moment he’s looking out for you, not wanting you to fall straight on your face.

Hoseok has some of the weirdest friends...

However, you definitely were glad, if it wasn’t for Hoseok introducing you to Yoongi with a job offer in hand, you would have still been looking for a one. Ever since you had your daughter, you had been struggling financially, and any help at the time went highly appreciated from you.

Your daughter, Jiah, was now at the tender age of two years old and was growing up so fast you couldn’t believe she was just born a few years ago. After having her, you eventually did graduate, the experience not exactly being so great since you had recently turned into a mother. Jin had never once let your side, graduating with you and then opting to work at a local company nearby – ensuring one of you were home on time for Jiah when she left the daycare. He had proposed to you a year later, earning enough money to buy an engagement ring and then marrying you. The shining jade necklace was replaced with a simple diamond ring instead, and you soon found out he had consulted your mother about it before making the decision.

You had talked to your mother about the pregnancy ultimately, scared she would be furious, but with some encouragement from Jin you decided to do it. You’re speechless when you finish explaining what happened to her, because you don’t expect her response at all.

“Y/N are you okay?” She says, voice sounding quiet.

“Yes Mom...I’m doing fine.”

“Thank god.” She whispers, relief being in her voice before the tears come out. She never got to properly visit you at college, always working, but you were her top priority and to think you had gotten pregnant leaves a heavy weight on her.

Not because you were, but because you were scared to tell her.

“M-Mom I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.” Jungkook really did make you lose track of everything important in your life.

“Y/N...”

“Yeah Mom?”

“When can I see my granddaughter? And your husband?”

A small smile makes its way to your face.

She would come to visit you more often, helping you out with Jiah and teaching you how to properly take care of her. Her and Jin get along so well, moments where they would cook together leaves a fond smile on your face, looking like a perfect mother and son-in-law pair.

You reach the familiar coffee shop, trying to squeeze through the crowd of people that wanted to get a taste of Hoseok’s famous latte’s and you laugh. What once was a place that would be your comfort turned into a place Hoseok could only dream of, customers always filling in the seats that used to be empty. The scent of fresh coffee wafts through the air, and you spot a familiar booth in the corner. Sitting down you smile at Mina.

“Were you waiting long?” You asked, sipping the ready-made coffee Hoseok prepared for you.

“Nope.” Mina grins, pushing her now long locks into a bun. The ring on her third finger shines as she does, and the nostalgia of her marriage to Hoseok hits you.

“How’s the pregnancy so far?” You ask, gesturing to the emerging small baby bump. It was odd, the roles between you suddenly reversed.

“Its only been three months, but we’re excited to have a boy!” She chirps.

“Make sure to feed him tons of coffee.”

“I don’t need another hyper baby on my hands.” She rolls her eyes and you smile.

“In all seriousness how did you get through all this? Morning sickness is the worst!” Her eyebrows furrow.

“I didn’t, but Jin would always give me food afterwards so it wasn’t that bad.”

“Ooo, the darling husband finally comes up into conversation,” She giggles, “Do you think you guys will ever have kids of your own?”

You avert your eyes and place your coffee down, looking dejected. Mina narrows her eyes, the situation feeling all too familiar to her.

“Wait...did you guys even...?” Her voice trails off, not wanting to sound rude by intruding on your privacy.

“No.” You bluntly state.

“NO?!” Forget rudeness, this was a problem. “Y/N, its been almost two years...” She whispers.

“I know I know. I just-“ This wasn’t going to be easy to explain. “Last time I slept with someone, things didn’t end up going great...” Mina looks at you concerned and you continue. “Plus you know how its been with us, we’ve been constantly working for our future together but I’m just…scared, scared we might have forgotten about each other.”

It was true, once Jiah was born a pile of responsibilities landed straight into your lap and you didn’t have time for to dwell in any type of romance. It soon became tired greetings and falling asleep in each other’s arms to taking care of Jiah and ensuring she was okay. You and Jin hadn’t even managed to get a honeymoon, pooling in your money for your daughter’s expenses instead.

Jungkook didn’t seem to help the situation either, you had long gotten rid of him from your heart but the scars were still there. You love Jin, you married the man and he was raising your daughter with you for crying out loud, but doubts plagued your mind at getting intimate with someone again, the experience itself just bring up bad memories again.

“Y/N...he isn’t here anymore. Last I heard, Jungkook moved to a different city.” You know she’s trying to provide some sort of reassurance for you, but it isn’t something you can simply brush off. Mina notices this, but her determination is unwavering.

“Y/N. Is your mom coming over today?” You nod, arching an eyebrow at her question.

“Tell her to come over to our place with Jiah for the night.” Understanding her plan, your eyes immediately widen.

“What are you saying?” You harshly whisper.

“I’ve made up my mind, you and Jin are spending the night together.” A horrified expression is on your face, but Mina doesn’t back down.

“Don’t look at me like that! You guys didn’t even have a honeymoon...”

“B-but we can’t just, just, y-you know!!” You’re stuttering like crazy and you don’t understand what you’re so suddenly worked up about.

“Go out for dinner then! Dress yourself up! Spend some much needed time with your husband!” You were contemplating now.

Dinner with Jin did sound nice...

Maybe Mina was right, how long were you going to avoid this? Jin wasn’t a friend anymore, he was your husband and you should have enough trust in him without a damn shithead plaguing your thoughts again.

“Fine.” You make your resolve and Mina exclaims, alarming Hoseok who was serving customers behind the booth from yours.

“What happened?? Is it the baby?!” He shouts and Mina winks at him.

“Hoseok we’re going to be having Mama and Jiah over for the night.”

“What? Why?”

“Because operation get Y/N and Jin together for the second time has officially begun.” Mina smirks in all her glory and you blush.

This was going to be a long night.

***

You pack back and forth in your kitchen, anxiety running through you. Jin was supposed to be home at any minute and this was becoming intolerable for you. You were spending the night with your husband, it wasn’t that big of a deal, people do it all the time; but you weren’t like most people. It had been two years since you had gotten intimate with someone and the thought of it was closely associated with a betrayal.

In short, your general view of it was rather negative.

But you loved Jin, and you wanted to set everything right.

“So um, are you going to keep walking back and forth, or finally notice I’m home?” You abruptly stop on your heels, still not having changed out from your work clothes, to see Jin shrugging off his coat, revealing the black business suit he usually wears to work.

He smiles at you and the years have had a huge effect on him, his natural brown hair having been dyed a blonde shade, surprisingly giving him a more mature look. Instead of the choppy bangs he would usually adorn in college, he had started gelling up his hair to reveal a large portion of his forehead, which would do wonders from his eyebrows constantly being exposed to your eyes. Due to work he would also opt out to wearing suits majority of the time, something you wouldn’t really complain about.

Jin had basically grown to be even more handsome over the years and although you didn’t usually pay so much attention to it, it was now that it felt utterly nerve-wracking to see him like this.

“Hey you okay?” His eyebrows, god his eyebrows, furrow and he walks towards you, feeling worried about your panicked expression. He cups your cheek, looking straight into your eyes and strangely it feels like the world is stopping, but you manage to pull yourself together and step back.

“Yeah I’m fine!” You squeak.

“Where’s your mom and Jiah?” He turns around, scanning the apartment.

“Oh um, there at Hoseok’s and Mina’s for the night...”

“Really? That’s strange...”

“A-actually it was Mina’s suggestion, she thought it would be nice for us to have dinner together.” You gaze at your hands, slightly peeking up to see his reaction.

“Woah that’s awesome!!” He has a huge grin on his face and you’re taken back to college Jin, the best friend of yours with an incredibly endearing childish side. He grabs his coat and shrugs it on, however you feel awkward in the situation, recalling that Mina told you to dress up.

“Come on what are you waiting for?” He says, holding out his hand.

“I-I was going to change.” Jin shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

“You always look nice, what’s the point?” You’re surprised, taking his hand in yours, not being able to contain the faint blush on your cheeks when you head out the door.

***

The dinner was expensive, and you cringe at how costly it would have been but you set that thought aside. You were here to enjoy yourself so it would be better if you weren’t concerned with money for once this evening.

“Ah Mr. and Mrs. Kim, right this way.” The waiter brings you to your table and its almost feels like Jin’s dragging you to the table, your legs feeling like jelly from the lack of strength to properly walk.

You sit down across from Jin and stare at the menu, thoughts racing chaotically in your head. You feel like you shouldn’t have agreed to all this, because now you were just hyper-aware of the fact that Jin was near you and you couldn’t calm down any of your nerves. This wasn’t supposed to be so hard, you’re just having dinner with him at the moment after all, but it seemed so significant.

Did these two years actually bring you farther from Jin?

“So I was thinking I’d go to the Bahama’s with Jiah, you know, blow off tons of money while I’m at it and show her that tigers are definitely stronger than sharks underwater, but don’t worry I’ll send you a postcard.”

There’s a brief silence, but your eyes finally flicker again.

“W-what?” You sound dazed, caught up in your own world. Jin tries to hold back his laugh, but his suspicions were confirmed.

“So I can go to the Bahama’s?” He asks, slightly amused.

“The Bahama’s?!” Your eyes widen. “Kim Seokjin are you crazy?” You exclaim.

“Finally.” He sighs in relief. “I thought I’d never get your attention.”

There’s a look of guilt in your eyes, you were so concerned about the evening that you failed to notice Jin wanting to spend some genuine time with you, but here you were clouding it with your own doubts.

“S-sorry...” He doesn’t seem to mind much, but you still feel bad.

“Alright, tell me what’s wrong.” He looks up from his menu. “You look really stressed out right now, is it work? Damn Yoongi’s gotta go easy on you, I mean I know he’s Hoseok’s friend and all but I don’t like seeing him stress out my wife.”

“No, its not that.” You take a deep breathe. “Its been so long since we’ve gone out like this.”

You think he’s about to retort you on this, but instead he holds your hand, playing around with the ring on your finger that matches his own.

“We became parents before we became husband and wife.” He states, and you’re a little surprised at his acknowledgement of reality. Maybe you weren’t the only one feeling this way...?

“Even though our circumstances didn’t give us the story we wanted, it doesn’t mean we can’t fix it now.” His eyes lock on yours and you wonder if you’re still talking to Jin, but it’s the main difference in him now.

He was your husband, not just your best friend.

Grasping the hand that was holding yours, you smile at his encouragement. “I’d like that.” His sincere eyes don’t leave your own, being glad you were both on the same page.

The food eventually arrives and both of you devour it, not realizing how hungry the two of you were. You occasionally talk through to each other with updates about your lives. You learned that he had become close with his two co-workers, but they were younger than him and would slack off, causing trouble.

“I found them sleeping at their desks Y/N! SLEEPING WHEN THE FIRE ALARM RANG!!” Your stomach hurts at laughing so hard, tears forming in your eyes.

“How,“ You pause, trying to catch your breath, “did they not notice?” His co-workers, Jimin and Taehyung, did sound amusing to you.

“Between the two of us,” He whispers, “I think there the ones who pulled it.” He looks absolutely determined in his answer.

“So you have two idiots pulling fire alarms at your work while I have a boss that’s out to get me.” You conclude, finishing off your food.

“And yet neither of us shared these experiences.” He brings up and you know he’s right. You’re about to answer him back, when a familiar dessert makes its way to your table. Your jaw drops down, not expecting it at all.

Because in front of you, was smores ice cream.

“You...” He has his head propped up with his arm, smiling at you. “You got me ice cream?!”

“It’s actually an experiment, it always calmed you down when you were pregnant so I was thinking it would work when you were stressed.” He knows its worked, because you take the first bite and look like you’re in complete heaven.

“Mmm its so good!!” You exclaim and Jin reaches out to wipe a piece that was on the corner of your mouth. You freeze, nostalgia coming back at you from the gesture. Jin however notices that this time, you didn’t seem to move back with any pain being deeply reflected in your eyes, his presence being captured in them instead.

You had both changed since then.

“Aren’t you going to give me some?” He questions, when you’ve clearly eaten majority of it. You nod and hand him the spoon, but he gestures you to feed him instead. You give him a scoop and he hums at the taste, enjoying it.

“Still stealing my ice cream...” You mumble.

“Sorry? What was that?” He teases, hearing your little remark.

“Nothing!” You smile, and he raises an eyebrow. You wish you could replay this scene in your head forever, because it was just you and Jin, no finances to stress about, no kids to be taken care of, no jobs to be exhausted from.

Just you and Jin.

***

“ARGHH IM SO FULL!!” You yell out, one arm lazily hanging around Jin’s as you walk to his car.

“I think I just went broke from all that ice cream you ordered.” Jin sighs and you snicker.

“I wasn’t the one paying for it~” He playfully glares at you.

“You’re evil.”

“You married this evilness.”

“Good point, I should have married the ice cream instead.” Opening the car door, you sit inside. He starts the car and you feel relaxed, but that doesn’t last too long.

You were heading home...

Tension consumes you again while Jin drives, unaware to what Mina had planned for the two of you tonight. You start coming back into that restlessness state again, the way you were in the restaurant before Jin managed to calm you down. Before you know it, the car stops and you’ve arrived at your apartment, walking into the building. Uneasiness seeping in again, the only thing you can do is mindlessly follow him into the apartment.

Jin shrugs off his coat and unlaces his shoes, walking into your bedroom while yawning. You realize you’re losing the single opportunity Mina had granted you, and you weren’t going to let it slip from your hands so easily.

“Jin!” You say, not wanting him to leave.

Jin turns around looking confused, “Yeah Y/N?” He asks as you slowly step towards him. You don’t what to say, or how to say it, especially when he caresses your cheek in his warm hand and looks at you with those radiant, expectant eyes of his.

You unconsciously lean forward.

He’s caught completely off guard when you capture his lips against your own, but he kisses you back, cherishing any moment he got the chance to do so. The kiss starts off purely innocent, as majority of your kisses were, however Jin raises an eyebrow when he sees your hands begin to slowly hover over his torso. You suddenly push him against the bedroom door, fisting his shirt in your hands and start to trail soft kisses down from his jaw to his throat.

Jin’s breathing rapidly increases from the action however he feels confused.

“Y/N wha-“ He’s at a loss of words when you suck harshly on the skin of his collarbone, causing a deep groan to escape from him.

He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Jin laces his hands around your waist, swiftly picking you up in his arms and entering your bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he loosens his tie and hovers over you, before descending down. He kisses you feverishly, losing himself completely and depriving you from any oxygen you needed to breathe. Tilting his head and deepening the kiss, you let out a gasp when he slips in his tongue in and explores your hot caverns.

A moan involuntarily escapes from your lips when he bites down on the soft flesh of your lip, clutching onto the back of his shirt to bring him closer to you. He starts attacking your jawline and neck, sucking harshly on the skin to leave bruises in the shape of his lips. You bite down on your lips when he reaches the juncture behind your ear, letting out a muffled moan when he bites down and then sooths the area with his tongue. His hands make their way to the front of your blouse, slowing unbuttoning it.

Your chest rises rapidly, your heartbeat ringing through your ears.

“I love you.”

Your eyes immediately widen.

“I love you Y/N, I will always love you.” Jungkook pants out when you let out a whine, his words just influencing the effect he was having on you. He continues to unbutton your shirt, leaving small kisses on the presence of your soft skin, which causes a giggle to leave you.

“I love you too Jungkook.” You say with a sigh, bringing him closer to your own embrace.

You fist the sheets underneath you, tears welling up in your eyes. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand, but its too late when you hear the harsh sob escape from you.

Jin immediately looks up, eyes completely blown out in lust and his chest rapidly rises and falls, but he stops his actions at once when he notices the trembling of your shoulders.

“Y/N?” He breathes out, cupping your face in his hands when he notices you trying to hide yourself behind your hands. He’s afraid that he must have done something wrong, that he had let his own desires overtake him to the point of hurting you.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” He leans his forehead against yours, “we can stop we don’t have to do this.”

You open your tear stained eyes and stare into his, letting you see everything he was feeling. You can see the intensity in his eyes, the desire he was having for you and yet you can see him holding himself back for you, controlling himself from the temptation.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, but your voice cracks, “It isn’t you, it was never you.” Jin’s eyes look at you puzzled, but the words sink in and he knows exactly what you’re saying.

You’re surprised when you see Jin’s eyes now reflect anguish in them, instead of the anger you had been expecting. They flicker again, disregarding the emotion before he protectively embraces you in his arms.

“Y/N I’m not him, I’ll never be him, I won’t leave you.” Although it does bother him greatly to be compared to someone else, he knows the effect its left on you and the last thing he wants to do is dig deeper into your scars.

“Y/N, I don’t want to force you into anything.” He whispers, his words bringing so much reassurance to you.

Its extremely comforting to know, that Jin holds your fragile, vulnerable broken heart in his own two hands, but you don’t see him brutally closing his fists and shattering it into tiny pieces.

Instead he caresses it gently, protecting it at all costs and ensuring it would stay whole no matter what.

Even at the cost of his own feelings.

“I love you.” The words come out quietly, but they flow out with so much ease, no more doubt being present to cloud your mind.

Jin raises his head and looks into your eyes, anxiously searching if those words were directed towards him.

“I love you so much Kim Seokjin.” Something in his eyes crack and he furiously kisses you when he hears those words, his kiss being full of heavy passion.

“Say it,” He whispers, “Say it again,” He leaves open mouthed kisses on your throat, making your eyes flutter shut and your hands reach out for his soft blonde locks.

“I love you Jin.” You breathe out and he strips you of your white blouse, letting you be on full display for his wandering eyes.

Covering his face in the crook of your neck, he groans and sounds defeated. “Why did you have to wear lace?” He lets out and you’re about to giggle at his comment but hear a small click, his hands working to take the material of your lacey bra off.

You realize your top off is completely bare to him and you attempt to cover yourself when his staring becomes too prolonged. He pins your wrists against the bed and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t ever try to hide your beautiful self from me.” He shrugs off his suit jacket and throws it in some corner of your room, taking one of your exposed buds into the warm heat of his mouth. You gasp when he circles his tongue around it and rubs his thumb in excoriating circles against the other one, the stimulation being too much for you. You let out a cry when he sucks on the bud, the sensation bringing a tinge of pleasure to you and causing heat to pool down at your centre.

You clutch desperately at his back, the material of his shirt feeling like too much of a hinderance to you.

You tug on it annoyed and Jin understands what you want, pulling on his tie and unbuttoning it. He smirks at your frustrated reaction when he unbuttons each one extremely slowly and you eventually have to whine for him to hurry up.

Letting the silky material fall from his shoulders, your eyes widen at how lean and built he was, his shoulders appearing to be much broader to you. He leans down towards your arms and you run your hands over the smooth expanse his chest and abdomen. His bare chest presses against your own and you can feel the warmth radiating off his body when he moves to trail kisses down your neck. You flutter your eyes shut, being so consumed in the feeling of his lips.

You soon feel a tug on your pencil skirt, before Jin harshly tugs it off and exposes your thighs. He stares into your eyes, his chest heaving and a layer of sweat covering his skin.

You’ve never seen something so beautiful.

“That skirt of yours...has been driving me nuts these past two years.” Your breath hitches at his words, noticing his eyes have turned significantly darker.

“Do you know how many times,” He leans down to your ear, “you would bend over,” he whispers, “and be on full display for me?” He deeply exhales, “How I would have to control myself around you?” You feel a throbbing sensation at your core from his words and it causes you to unconsciously rub your thighs together, in need of some desperate relief. Jin’s eyes catch the action and a small smirk makes its way to his lips.

“Would you like some help with that?” He whispers, and you know exactly where you needed him already.

“Y-yes Jin, hurry up please.” You whine and he darkly chuckles before descending down to your core.

He slides your panties down with a flicker of his finger and pushes your thighs apart, sliding you to the edge of the bed and then pinning them down with his iron grip. When his eyes lands on the sight of your wetness, he groans.

“Y/N, I won’t be able to hold back.” He truthful declares and you nod furiously, needing some kind of relief from his prolonged teasing.

He starts off with a trail of kisses along your inner thighs and your breath quickens when he reaches closer to your core, hovering over it. He pauses and you can’t help the desperate whining that escapes you.

“Jin pleas-AH!’ Your body immediately reacts, fisting the sheets underneath you when he licks a stride up your folds. He doesn’t start off slow at all, instead completely devouring you with his tongue and indulging in the warmth of your walls. He eats you out almost like he’s a starving man, being deprived completely from the sweetness of your core. His tongue reaches places you had forgotten even existed and you’re soon a panting mess, roughly grabbing onto his hair to bring him closer. He inserts a digit in your walls, curling it only slightly but enough to make you whimper loudly. Adding two fingers more, he stretches you out completely and your walls soon start clenching around them when he reaches a place that has you seeing stars.

Your vision goes hazy and your body violently shakes when your climax hits you, your toes curling at the sensation. Coming down from your high, Jin brings his lips to yours and you taste a bit of yourself on them. He grinds his hips against your own, letting you feel how hard he had become.

“This is what you do to me.” He pants out and you buck your hips into his, needing him inside of you right away. Jin reaches down and unbuckles his belt, kicking off the remainder of his clothes from the bed. He lines his length with your entrance and reaches out to interlace his hand with yours.

“Are you ready?” He asks, looking at you with eyes full of devotion and letting you know that you still had the chance to tell him to stop.

“Yes yes, please Jin.” You rolls your hips against him again and he groans. He pushes through, halfway in before the stretch starts to become too much for you.

“Shit.” You wince, clenching your eyes shut.

“Are you okay?” He asks, eyes looking down at you in concern.

“I’m fine, just keep going.” You pant out, keeping your eyes shut tightly.

Jin squeezing your hand in reassurance and continues, pushing all the way in. Your walls tightly clench on his thick length, trying to accommodate to his size. He stays still and peppers soft kisses on your lips and neck, attempting to distract you from the pain.

Pleasure replaces the pain soon and you rock your hips against his, gesturing for him to move. Jin moves slowly initially rolling his hips sensually against yours.

“Jin g-go faster.” Your voice is thickly laced with desire, needing him right now.

His eyes darken at your words and before you know it, he’s slamming into you at a rapid pace erupting a loud moan from you. You look with hazy eyes to see Jin’s face contorted with pleasure, his wet hair dripping with sweat. He grabs your thighs, hooking it over his hip bone and starts hitting your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

“R-right there Jin, right there.” He lets out a rough moan and your chest is heaving, gasping desperately for air.

“I-I love you Y/N, I love you so much.” Jin whispers repeatedly in a mantra, as if it they were the only words he knew to say.

“I love you too.” You hold on him when your walls begin to clench, rapidly reaching your high once again. His warm seed shoots into you, en-coating your walls essence in it and Jin buries his head in your neck, letting out a strangled moan. You soon follow him when you go through your second orgasm, clutching onto him tightly when your body shakes.

You stay like that for a moment, both of you panting and gasping, drenched in sweat. Jin pecks your lips softly, and you contently sigh against them. You discover you never let go of his hand, still being attached to one another and a smile arises when you see the light glint of your ring shining. Jin turns his attention to your view and a soft smile works it way to his lips.

“Seeing you pregnant with my child doesn’t seem like such a far-fetched idea anymore.” He leans his forehead on yours, and the idea of a smaller you and Jin running around makes you giggle. Jin’s ears perk up at the sound and he kisses you again.

“Calm down, I’m not going to get pregnant so easily again.”

“Well that just means we’re going to have to try more than once.” He whispers against your ear seductively, tracing the outline of your body with his fingertips which makes you blush. He grinds his hips against yours and you let out a low moan, the idea arousing you but your body not wanting to compel.

“Jinn!” You whine, “I’m tired...” You let out a sigh, knowing you would need a decent nap before round two.

“Alright, alright.” Jin says, slipping out of you and you feel the aftermath of your night pool in between your legs, making you squirm. Jin reaches out and grabs some tissues, wiping the remains with them. Throwing the tissues out he laces an arm around your waist, embracing your form against his and you get lulled into a deep sleep.

***

You wake up to the feeling of your body feeling incredibly sore, the aftermath of last night’s events being too evident. You feel Jin’s soft breathing against your bare back, causing you to slowly roll over to face him. His blonde bangs hang down and he has a peaceful expression painted on his face, looking completely content. You face him and reach out to push his bangs out of his face, his eyes fluttering open at the action.

“Good morning.” You whisper, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Morning.” He reaches out for you, pulling you closer to him. He nuzzles his face in the juncture of your neck and sighs.

“I want to stay like this forever.” His voice is thick with sleep and you know he’s bound to fall asleep again if you did.

“Me too, but the others will be here soon.” You whisper and he lets out a small whine, holding you even closer to him. You giggle at the sound, knowing that convincing him to get out of bed wasn’t going to be a simple task.

“Come on Jin, let’s get up.” You try to move but he keeps you pinned down.

“Jin…” You say annoyed.

“Let’s just stay here, its so warm.” He retorts and you roll your eyes.

“But we both have to go to work, and I need to see Jiah. Besides we won’t get a lot done just lying around in bed all day.” You say but Jin abruptly rolls on top of you, gazing darkly at you and you gasp.

“I can think of some work we can get done here.” He presses his lips against yours, before softly trailing them down to your jaw, neck and then collarbone.

“Jin…” You sigh out, already feeling aroused again.

Maybe staying in bed all day wasn’t such a bad idea…

“We’re home!!” Mina yells out, the front door slamming open.

Yeah, nevermind…

Jin lets out a loud groan and you laugh when he rolls off of you in frustration. The realization that your two year old daughter was probably outside of your door waiting to see you quickly motivates you to change, an action that ends up with you throwing Jin’s shirt at him.

“First pillows, now my shirt…” He mumbles, throwing it on and slowly buttoning it up.

“What was that?” You innocently ask, slyly grabbing the pillow on your bed.

“I’m going to go see Jiah!” Jin says, fully dressed and running out of the room as fast as possible.

You walk into the room completely dressed, seeing Jin holding Jiah in his arms and asking her how her visit at Aunt Mina’s was. The sight leaves a warm smile on your face, seeing the two of them together was always a scene to cherish.

“So…” Mina says, breaking you out of your stare, “how was last night…?” She trails off, expectantly hoping you would finish the sentence for her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You simply state.

“Nice bruises you got there.” She gestures to your neck and you slap a hand onto it immediately, not realizing that the purple patches of skin were clearly visible to her eyes.

“And this is why you listen to Mina~” She smiles and you rolls your eyes, even though you were definitely grateful for her help.

Jiah looks up excited when she sees you walking up to her, launching herself into your embrace. You giggle when she snuggles up to you and doesn’t let you go.

“Mommy I missed you!” She exclaims.

“I missed you too.” You sincerely say, not liking when you were apart from her either.

“I’ve really missed you a lot too.” Jin whispers behind you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

A faint smile appears on your lips, glad that things were okay between the two of you now and that there was nothing holding you back anymore.

“Jiah do you want to help me make some pancakes?” Jin asks, causing your two year old daughter to sprint towards him, small excited giggles leaving her mouth when she stands next to her father and Jin laughs at her eagerness.

Its ironic to you, how most people spend endless amount of time searching to find that one special person they want to spend the rest of there lives with, feeling so fortunate when they actually find their significant other.

Looking up you see your best friend with you, joking around with you in between class and helping you out along the way. He drives you nuts, but he’s been there for you when you’ve needed him and you can’t see yourself living life without him.

The image before you suddenly distorts and you see your husband in front of you, holding your daughter in his arms while he attempts to cook oddly shaped pancakes and jokes about it along the way. He works endlessly with you, takes care of your daughter and is the hand that always lifts you up when you fall down, making you feel so grateful to have someone like him by your side.

“Y/N?” He asks, wondering why you were still standing there by yourself.

Its ironic to you, as you move forward and stand next to him with a soft smile.

That you didn’t even need to look too far.

***

A couple of weeks later…

“Y/N are you okay?” Jin urgently asks, seeing you completely speechless with tears pooling in the corners of your eyes after emerging from the bathroom.

“Jin…” You whisper, right when the epiphany strikes you.

“What is it Y/N? What’s wrong?” He questions you with concern, only to be handed a stick with two positive lines being showcased.

“Y/N…a-are you..?” He’s in complete disbelief, however you only nod your head with tears of joy. A smile instantly breaks out from him and he embraces you in his arms, feeling so happy with the discovery.

He kisses you with tenderness, and you smile to yourself, recalling when you had first found out.

You wipe your mouth from the terrible aftertaste you had from evacuating all of your insides down the toilet. You reach out for your cupboard and pull out the all too familiar stick from it. You had been late and though it was the least of your worries, you were starting to get a bit anxious now. After a few moments pass, your result comes out and reality takes a surprising twist for you, giving you the one thing that felt like the final cherry on top to your story.

You were pregnant.

With Jin’s child.

***

Author’s Note: And that’s a wrap folks! I would really like to just take a moment and thank all of you for reading this, it means a lot. I initially had a hard time with this series as it is my first one and I had my doubts, but I’m glad I chose to write it and share it with all of you! It’s really given me the confidence and motivation to continue writing, something I didn’t realize I needed. I’m also extremely grateful for all of you that kept up to date with the series and sent such lovely messages to me about it ^.^

Again thank you so much for taking the time to read this and going on this journey with me, Y/N and Jin send lots of love!♡

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fathereira · 5 years

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11/11/11 Game

Thank you @emdop for tagging me! I'm actually really excited to answer these questions :0

What’s you most recent obsession?

In this current moment, I have a weird hyperfixations with mermaids. This will certainly change soon, however it's all mermaids right now. I've searched up documentaries on mermaids (XD), people who dress up and swim as mermaids (I really want to try it), and I'm currently writing a short mermaid story! I might share it once it's done as it's just something small.

What’s your go to book recommendation?

The Art Of Racing in the Rain. It's my favorite book - deals with some real ass topics and makes me cry like a bitch, but it's written beautifully so I will never not recommend it. For those who perhaps don't like books like that, I'd also recommend The Disasters. It's not a perfect book, but I genuinely liked it. Real inclusive and about space travel which I adore.

How much romance do you usually write into your WIP(s)?

Honestly, depends on the plot? I think only two to three of my plot ideas have romance involved, otherwise I much prefer to develop and explore other relationships good and bad. My WIPs have more found family, family, and friendship relationships. As for my main WIPs, Charcoal Mask and the Grimm reaper story, neither deal with romance so far.

What colour do you associate with each of your main characters?

This is an interesting question. In Charcoal Mask, I'd say Zefera is a yellow is color. She's got a warmth, bright, but also almost unsure. Not quite as powerful as red or orange, I think somewhere she'd love to be or even thinks she's at. Rahul is a little difficult. He, perhaps, isn't quite as developed as Zefera yet. Blues and shades of blues come to my mind for some reason. Rahul isn't as daring and powerful as warm colors, but he still holds something rich and beautiful. June is the goodest pup and I want to say green for that reason XD

Do you have any writing habits (your own or other people’s) that annoy you? (i.e. repeated word use, overused tropes)

I really like to begin my sentences the same and it's annoying when I go to reread my work. Makes me want to rework sentences, then I get distracted and don't get much writing done. Certain words stick in my mind as well depending on what I'm writing. For example, if I write about an ocean, I'll probably use 'water' at least five hundred times in one paragraph. I'm trying to work on being more descriptive with my words.

Are there any characters you’re afraid people will ship when your WIP(s) is/are published?

In Charcoal Mask, I'm afraid people will ship Zefera and Rahul. Their relationship is complicated and messy, very broken. Things have been done that simply aren't forgivable and shouldn't just be ignored. While I probably won't inherently care too much, and the story could potentially change drastically from what I've been envisioning, their personalities as of right now simply clash too much. As the mother of those two, they'd absolutely tear each other apart if they got into a relationship which I don't believe is really healthy to ship and idolize.

What’s a name you want to use for a character but haven’t yet?

I have a whole text document with name ideas honestly. Helps a ton when I just want to write and not get distracted by baby name websites. Recently, no names have really stuck with me too badly that I've wanted to use. Some on my list are Kanta, Irene, Alfonso, and Adan.

If you could pick one character out all of your WIPs to make real, who would you chose?

As much as I love Zefera and Rahul, definitely not them. They're criminals ;-; Maybe June because good doggo. An actual human though? Perhaps the old lady in my grimm reaper story. She's sweet and lovely and I'd love to chat with her for a little while. My main characters in my current WIPs are just so morally grey and or just bad people that I definitely wouldn't want them to be real.

There is one character in this random plot I though up the other day that I wouldn't mind being real though. He definitely isn't developed like at all, but is just a little kid who is innocent and needs to be hugged and I would definitely adopt him.

Do you have a usual time you write?

It's all over the place right now. Recently I've been writing on my breaks at work, otherwise it's after work. I'm a bit weird, but I like being alone and or in a quiet place with only my music playing. So that would usually be at night around my house.

What are your OCs’ favorite holidays and why?

I've never really thought much about this. Considering the lifestyle of Zefera and Rahul though, I'd say they don't care too much about holidays. Either they don't have much time or in Zefera case, reminds her too much of family. One could potentially say Zefera likes Halloween but that's only because after halloween, candy and chocolate goes on sale and she doesn't mind spending a LITTLE money on some of that. Rahul enjoys cooking, so on holidays he can actually celebrate and that involve cooking im sure he's fond of. He doesn't get much time to do that though. June is just here to have a good time and everyday is her favorite day.

Would you like to share your favourite bit you’ve written recently?

Fom Charcoal Mask, I can't remember if I've shared this portion before. I really like it though.

“Please! Call off the dog! I’ll- I’ll give it to you.”

Vicious barks ring through the dank ally. Lines of spit string from the canine teeth of the black dog as it stands over a bloody figure. A man holds his arm to his chest, puncture wounds soaking his fingers. His feet wildly kick himself back into a wall, eyes wide as the dog takes to growling and baring its teeth.

Watching the scene unfold, a figure stood in the center of the ally. The light from the street cascades over its back, dark clothes sitting loosely on the other human's frame. Their face was painted ebony, eyes an inhuman pitch black. With an almost amused chuckle and slight head tilt, their fingers snap together. In an instant the dog was by their side. Only the sound of the canine’s collar was heard as it shook its pelt out, a tag glimmering when it catches the street light.

A whimper exits out of the injured man, his hair plastered to his face by the sweat and even blood. He visibly shook as he stood slowly, using the wall to keep himself steady. “I… Don’t have it on me-” The figure lifts up its arm, pointer finger out and dancing in a taunting motion, causing the dog to start growling again as it awaited the hand signal. Quickly, the other man flings his good arm in front of him, palm facing the two shadows. “-But! I can, I can tell you who has what you need,” he stumbles over his words as his arm weakly falls.

“You’re looking for a man, goes by the name Rahul Fontanilla. Rahul. Rahul, he works closely with The Kingpin. A loyal man, but surely you can make him talk..” His words trail off into a pointless ramble, eyes trained on the dog. Coming back to, the man looks up at the figure.

The air in the ally shifts. Though fear outweighed anything else, tension was dispersing as the figure turns on their heel, dog following obediently. Clicking of the dog’s claws on the concrete signify the two’s parting, leaving the other man to slump down the wall and let out a shaky breath.

Questions

Do you have a favorite character you've written/are writing?

What do you figure out first: plot or the characters?

Where do you get your inspiration or motivation for your stories?

Is there anything you hope readers will take away from your stories?

If you could describe your main characters in three words, what would those three words be?

How many plot ideas are just waiting to be written? Tell us about one?

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?

What genres do you prefer to write? Why?

Are there any genres you'd like to try to write one day? Why?

How do you think your writing style has changed over the years?

Any recent writing you'd like to share?

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playchoicesconfessions · 6 years

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I decided to make this a separate text post because i have a lot to say and a lot of tea to spill. So i need the read more.

Imma spill the tea right now and remember these are all OPINIONS and people are bound to get BUTTHURT. You can agree or disagree with me I couldn’t care less. I just need to let free of those things that I’m holding in before going on break.☕☕☕☕☕

I personally really enjoy it and don’t get much of the bitching around tbh? And this is coming from someone who doesn't really like sci-fi too much.

The LIs look amazing ( although Titania is bugging me the wrong way and Meridian’s arms are far too bloated. This aint a swimming aid). Even the ones of the siblings.

Moving on, I do not really get the comparison to RoE??? Except that the main characters has siblings tbh. I expected it to be more like Endless Summer (without tons of stuff to buy or relationship meter) or TcaTf and so far my expectations has not been proved wrong at all. The plot finally settled in lately and I can expect a train of feels to rush over the next few chapters.

I think the reason why people are complaining so much about it is because they expect it to be like your general romance story. The book is not introduce Li -> romantic scene with them -> introduce next 2 LI -> Event -> romantic scene and rinse and repeat. This book follows a clear story line and sets the romance on the back burner. I’m pretty sure if TCaTF would have been released right now it would face the same criticism tbh. About it be RoE like because you can also control Dom etc…

This is what I love personally. I’m not that big on romance stories so having a more adventure style is amazing. Now before you come and say “why are you playing choices then???” Well Hon, this is Choices STORIES You Play, not Choices romance you play or Choices pixels you fuck

Back to where I was, I love it even more since it has a morality meter. I love these in games especially when they severely alter gameplay and stories like in your usual Shin Megami Tensei games. But knowing choices, the alterations would be very minor if not that would mean the writers would have to make 3 chapters a week as opposed as one. Plus keeping the choices super drastic will make it hard to get a sequel book to it because the writers would have to write again 3 chapters per week and ATV2 will be essentially 3 books.

I also get the complaints that MC does not get much to act and we get to play as the siblings more. First of all I find this questionable but mind you i haven’t counted the scenes. Anyway I’m pretty sure MC has more scenes but the thing is, they are just not as remarkable as those with Pax and Eos. You are just so used your regular cut of mill MC that they no longer feel special and rhe scenes with the siblings feel different. They might not let you feel awe constantly but they amek you feel something else and you have to adapt to fit the new perspective you are playing as.

Now the Zekei thing… I actually think if you love Zekei that is actually an amazing situation you are in because think of it. You will be basically getting 2x more Zekei scenes if you romance him both on MC and Eos. Remember that you are the one controlling both of them, it is not like there js another person beside you and the two of you are in competition to win Zekei’s heart. And if you do not want X to romance him, just don’t romance him. No need to be cry babies and claim Y stole your man when you are clearly the one that led up to these actions 🤷‍♀️

Now Pax and Eos themselves…These characters are definitely flawed but thing is … I remember people asking PB for more morally grey and flawed MCs. Now you get them and just diss them out??? Conclusion : you ain’t really for morally grey characters and should try not asking for stuff you can’t handle. I think playing as them is actually a good thing to be honest. I’m 100000% sure that eventually the family will separate as Eos goes complete Vanguard and Pax goes Jura. The different perspective during the war will help lean the players to either side and also pull the strings of the player as they will be opposing the siblings’ own blood. Unfortunately I can’t really explain what I mean through words so I’m just going to summarize it by this:

ATV is definitely neither a romance or adventure book and sci-fi is just the setting. The true nature of Across The Void is a familial tragedy imo and it will shine if it continues delivering in that essence.

This is an entirely new genre PB is going for and a really interesting one and I sure hope they go in that angle. If they do continue like that it might actually end up at my favorite choices book and trust me, I love ILITW so much that there are barely any books that come close to it to me.

However, I won’t deny it. ATV does have glaring weaknesses. Namely:

1.Too many shades of purple. Purple is a beautiful colour but in such excess it feels a bit nauseating.

2.Eos X Lyra is a car crash that will be really hard to salvage. It is super cringy. I’ll be doing anything in my power to avoid it. Eos X Zekei is super fluid and natural though and I’m really liking it.

3.Labelling your twins as annoying. This is bad marketing. Naming people that the users are going to play as annoying gives people a bad foretaste and will obviously affect their future experience with them. I think if they didn’t call the twins annoying, people would approve of them more. But Pb already seeded the annoying mindset in people’s mind and so it because hard for some to enjoy them because of it.

4.I’m probably going to get a lot of flame for it but Titania. I’m not really liking her and her design to be honest. Like one of our previous confessions said her appearance is very strange, even for the book she is in. Plus she is giving me Drake vibes (minus the whiskey) who is someone I do not really approve of.

5.Too much going on!!!! This time I’m not talking about plot wise, this time I’m talking about content. You have 4 Lis ( possibly 5 if Zekei is available to MC too) to give time to for MC. Plus each sibling I’m guessing has at least two. I’m guessing Zania and Holmes for Pax and Zekei and Lyra for Eos. You have the robot and bartender sub romance going on. Passenger and Crew Management. Moral Alignment. Huge story that requires a lot of time to properly bloom. Eventual sex with LI option that probably 60% of you have been lusting for. There is just too much to fit in just 1 book! And repeating what I said far above, with the Moral Alignment thing, it will be hard to get a sequel. The book is already at its 6th or 6th chapter. If they intend to wrap everything up in this book we will end up with probably a 35 chapter book and thats just redundant by choices standards. I think the highest amount of chapters a book has is 22 i think with RoE2 and any book with 20+ chapters feels too long so yeah.

6.Also talking about Zania she should have already got a proper introduction when we are using Pax because the gears of the plot are already turning unless they want it to be a super slow burn but that would be a bit redundant considering how she is after Pax based om the chapter in which she is introduced.

7.The most glaring weakness though had to be the lack of lore and background information. We are thrust into a fictitious world with no information about it will alienate the player (no pun intended) and make them less likely to be engaged. No background information worked in the case of endless summer as the cast also didn’t know about what was going on. Noth the player and the characters understood what was happening at the same time. One way they could have set it up is that …. Do you guys remember the Sol, Kepler etc… teasers? Well instead of showcasing the LIs they should have posted lore bits. Like say for the Devinee (did I write this right? Its the tree people). They make an image with Lyra, or any other devinee on it and explain the race, their characteristics and tid bits about their planets. They could even go further and add another button, just like the one for the closet that would bring you to another menu where they would have all this information plus other general important ones like what exactly are the Vanguard and Juras. Why the war is exactly happening. Artemis and her company and stuff and get even more background information as we complete more options. Plus if PB wanted money they could even monetize them like they did in ILITW with Mr.Red’s origin stories that you got from the crow. It is entirely optional and not need to understand what is going on but is still interesting and puts things under a different microscope.

Anyway thats all I had to say. Again it is all my OPINION you are very welcome to disagree. I won’t be replying to anything so if you intend to attack me and stuff well then, congratulations you lost 5 minutes losing your shit and attacking me. Now I’m going on break, see you guys when I’m back. I’m sure I’ll have an amazing break since i emptied my trash!

thank you for sending this question @choices-addicted by the way!

-Mod Frosty

#TalkToMods #not confessions #mod frosty

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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Looks and Personality

What do you look like? I tick all the marks of a Filipina - kinda tiny, black eyes, morena, flat nose. I’m on the slender side, have thick, wavy hair that gets frizzy when it’s hot, and huge thighs when I sit down.

How often do you bathe? I don’t really have a constant schedule. I take a bath everyday when I have school; I could take a bath everyday especially during summer; but I can also opt to do it every other day when I feel lazy/when it’s colder.

How do you wear your hair? Down, low ponytail, high ponytail, or in a bun depending on what I’m wearing.

What colours do you tend to wear? Black, white, and any muted shade. I have very little color in my wardrobe.

Do you have any tattoos? What, where and why? Nope. I had always wanted to have a ton until I realized I was scared of needles.

What kind of clothes do you wear? My style is a mix of classy and trendy, so I’ll wear little black dresses with flats but I can also sometimes wear a simple top with culottes or long dresses paired with sneakers. Idk, depends on my mood for the day really.

What kind of jewelery do you wear? I’ve stopped wearing jewelry. The two necklaces Gab got me already broke and I haven’t had them replaced with any new ones. Not a fan of rings and I don’t really have bracelets.

Is there anything else you often wear? I’m not too picky with what I put on. My must-have is just a black hairtie on my wrist.

Would you say you had a “look”? Yeah I think so. I’ve molded my style to make it akin to Audrey Hepburn’s, who’s like my biggest idol eveeeeerrrrrrrrr.

When going out, do you dress up or down? Depends on what period of the sem I’m in. I’ll definitely dress up at the start because I want to look good in front of new profs and classmates lmao. But by the end of the sem when all the deadlines are piling up, I’ll go to class in the same shorts I wear at home, a hoodie with nothing inside, and NOT CARE.

What do you wear to bed at home? The thinnest clothes I could find, because it gets really hot. Tank top and shorts will do, but sometimes I’d opt for a tank top and just underwear.

What do you wear to bed when you’re somewhere else? I cover up of course. I’d switch up the tank for a t-shirt, but still keep the shorts.

Is there a place you keep any prized/secret things whilst you’re away? No. That place is my room already.

What’s your favourite food? Either pizza, curry, or sushi. I’m a sucker for all variations of the three.

What’s your favourite drink? Iced caramel macchiato is always so refreshing. OH and I FINALLY recently found out how I like my coffee! Hshssksh Kate poured me a cup of coffee last week and her mix was SO good omg it was 2 packets of cream, 1 packet of sugar, and it can take or leave milk. I’m so excited about this because I never learned how to make coffee that wasn’t just the instant one that does all the work for me. Now I finally feel like a grown-up hahahahaha

What’s your favourite dessert? Chewy chocolate chip cookies, macarons, cheesecake, and souffles.

What’s your favourite type of food (e.g Mexican)? Indian and Korean. Japanese is a runner-up.

Do you have any mental problems? Yes. I don’t have the time, the money, and the courage to get myself checked and so I just try to get by and get better everyday.

Do you have any phobias? What? Why do you think you have this/them? Cockroaches, needles, and roller coasters. Cockroaches are fucking ugly and we had a lot of them (flying ones!) in our old house; needles are sharp and they hurt; and as for the last one, I generally get bad motion sickness but the whole phobia thing got worse when I had a particularly bad experience on a roller coaster in Singapore.

Why might somebody dislike you? I’m super nice but I’m not denying that I can snap whether it’s warranted or not. I come off a little strongly and it might rub people off the wrong way.

What skill do you possess that you are most proud of? Seeing things through. Like if I want something to work, I do it and I make it work. I hate failure and I like looking like I get a lot of work done.

What is your greatest strength (e.g. honest, loyal, brave)? Loyalty.

What’s your greatest shortcoming or flaw (e.g. cowardly, alcoholic)? My competitiveness can make me a coward. Like I will back out of things as soon as I can detect that I can possibly lose or fail.

Who do you most admire? I don’t really admire anyone.

Who do you most love? Animals.

What three things do you look for most in a partner? I don’t like boxing people into just three standards...I do take a liking to people who kind of stand out from the rest, are intelligent, and have the same stances as I do.

Do you like crowds? Depends on the type. I only like crowds I’m comfortable with, like a concert crowd.

What are your hobbies? Trying out new food.

If you can’t get to sleep in the middle of the night, what do you do? I’ll watch YouTube videos or scroll through Reddit. Knocks me out instantly.

What is your favourite animal? Dogs, cows, elephants, or pigs. Can’t really choose.

What is your favourite colour? Pink.

If you could ask God (to athiests - IF there was one) one question, what? Why’d they make the universe? What’s all of this for? Cheated for using two questions, but whatever.

Background

Where were you born and raised? I was born in Manila and raised in a city a little east of Manila.

Briefly describe your family. We’re five in the immediate family - my mom and dad have been married for 22 years and I have a younger sister and brother. I don’t talk to my brother anymore after an incident a few months ago; my sister and I are generally close. I have three grandparents that are still alive, but I’m generally closer to my grandma on my mom’s side since she lives nearer. I have 11 cousins but the number just gets so much bigger if you count second- and third-degree ones.

You must choose one - your childhood was calm/peaceful or tragic/turbulent? It was both, honestly. Since I lived with extended family growing up, I had relatives with drinking and violence problems on one side, but also relatives who strove to protect us from them and tried to give us a normal childhood. I can’t really pick one for you, because I experienced both.

Did you have any role models? I looked up to wrestlers from a very early age. Shawn Michaels and Lita were my childhood favorites.

What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you? [Trigger warning: suicide] Attempting suicide multiple times, summer 2017.

How did it affect you? [Trigger warning: suicide] Profoundly. I wouldn’t have met my orgmates if I succeeded, because I only joined my college org after the attempts. At the time I did it, I had no friends in college so looking back on it can feel surreal. I also realized that I am scared of myself knowing that I’m capable of physically getting to that point.

Have you ever had any recurring nightmares or themes in nightmares? When my depression was a lot worse two years ago, I would always get dreams of either me or Gab dying. It was always either of us getting shot.

What were they? ^

Do you currently have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I do.

Do you have any close friends? Yes <3

Briefly describe your best friend: She studies architecture, has a mole on the left side of her face, has a classy sense of style, loves The Maine, has two shihtzus named Hailey and Kennedy (the latter after Kennedy Brock from The Maine), and is one of the most genuine, caring, and smartest people I know.

Any enemies? I don’t think so, unless people have a problem with me that they aren’t telling me.

Who? What are they like?

Would you risk your life for your best friend? (not lover or family member!) For Angela? Easily.

With who was your most important romantic relationship? Gabie.

Of what are you most proud? Going to school in UP.

Of what are you most ashamed? My home life. I’m an open book except for this aspect.

Alignment, Ethics and Religion

What is your religion? None. Atheist.

Where do you stand on abortion? Pro-choice. Ez.

Where do you stand on the death penalty? I’m against it mostly for the fact that execution is literally the easiest way out. For shitty people who have done shitty things, let them rot in prison until they die. For people who have done shitty things but want to be better, let them be better and give them a second chance.

Where do you stand on wearing fur? HATE IT. Wear faux fucking fur if you’re so adamant on wanting fur on your outfit.

Do you have a moral code that you follow? What? Don’t we all have our own compasses?

Could you kill somebody? If my loved ones are involved, absolutely.

For what reason would you kill somebody? If my loved ones are seriously harmed. For self-defense too.

Would you SERIOUSLY CONSIDER killing anybody right now? No, not right now.

Do you trust easily, or not? I trust in the first place; but I can easily take the trust away if it’s abused.

What are your political beliefs (anarchy, communism, democracy etc.)? I’m a social democrat. < God, I don’t really pay attention to labels lmao but this seems pretty accurate.

What, if anything, WOULD you sacrifice your life for? Gabie and/or her family. Way too important to me.

Would you ever, for any reason, abandon your friends in an hour of need? I don’t think I can.

Motivation

What are your dreams/ambitions/goals? Complete college, find a job that pays well, pay for a house, travel abroad, start a family.

How do you plan to reach them? Work my ass off I guess?

How would your ideal partner look? I already have one.

Do you ever want to have a family someday? With children? Yes. I’ll be crushed if I don’t get one.

Who would you want to start this family with, or do you not yet know? My girlfriend, ideally.

What would stop you from reaching your goals (e.g. death, retirement fund)? I’m very money-oriented, like I would rather earn a lot in an okay job than be in a job I’m super super super passionate about but has a lower pay, so I think anything with inadequate pay will definitely demotivate me.

What do you see yourself doing next year? This time next year I’m already polishing up my thesis. I’ll be graduating in a few weeks, and I would have already come out to my parents.

What do you see yourself doing in twenty years? Having a family and being at that point in life where I’m just accomplished. I’d want to be feeling that way by the time I’m 41.

Would you ever have an affair? NO.

Would you ever have a one night stand? Idk, not really for me.

What are your greatest fears? Being a failure.

More information

If you had a month of nothing (no work, no obligations) what would you do? Provided that money wasn’t an issue, I’d eat out. Always. I’d try out new restaurants and the quirkiest food out there.

How do you relax? Sleep, talk to my friends, watch YouTube videos, and, if I have time, take surveys.

What one thing would you change in this world (free Tibet, abolish Sweden)? Do something about pollution or climate change.

Would you ever choose a career or job where your life was at risk? You mean, a journalist? Hahahahaha hell no. But again, unless the job pays well, then no.

Why? In the case of being a journalist, it’s just not worth it to me...which is sad, because I used to be very passionate about becoming one. But when I realized the horrible reality of taking up such a career, it was very easy to turn away. I’ll always be sorry to my 13 year old self.

How would you like to be remembered after your death? Someone who went out of her way to look out for people, no matter the situation. As simple as that.

Random questions

Where you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? Nope.

How did they affect you?

Do you have any famous relatives? I have relatives in the local government, plus my maternal grandfather’s clan pretty much owns all of Mindoro Oriental so there’s that. I don’t have celebrity relatives though.

Do you have to try and live up to your family’s expectations? Of course.

Are you a loyal member of any organizations? Just the one I applied for in my university haha.

General Information

Name: Robyn.

Age: 21.

Date Of Birth: April 21st.

Race: Brown.

Height: 5′2″

Weight: Uh like 90 something lbs. Idk, it always fluctuates around the 90s.

Are you happy with this? I could gain more weight honestly. I’m a little underweight, and clothes I wanna wear sometimes don’t fit or suit me for being too thin.

Desired weight: A little over 100 would be healthier for me I think.

Sexual orientation: I don’t fucking know anymore lmao. I can be bisexual one day, pansexual the next, and demisexual the next. I don’t really answer when I’m asked this.

First language: Filipino. Second/Third/Fourth etc. languages (if any): English.

Why did you take this survey? I haven’t taken a survey in such a long time because I was swamped with work. Tonight is the first time in two weeks I had enough time to squeeze in a survey.

#survey #surveys

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serenefreakgeekao3 · 6 years

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Falling In Like

Requested By: @danasauurrr

Summary: Returning for his eighth year, Harry finds himself followed by girls catcalling him, surrounded by paired up friends that would rather snog in his presence, and unexpected thoughts that begin to fill his head to the point of confusion. With some gay novels thrown in.

Rated: T

Warnings: Fear of coming out (of the closet)

Words: 5256

Author’s Note: I just want to say right now that I am not a gay boy, and that the way that Harry came across learning to be gay is just the way I envisioned it in this story alone. I do not claim to know how the mind works with those trying to find themselves, and the way that Harry finds himself might actually seem a bit silly? I’m not sure. No offence intended in Any way.

Read It On Ao3 Here

Harry took a few steps closer, glancing around his new common room. It was decorated in bland shades of grey and brown, as if the room itself were afraid of any colours lest it be associated with a specific house. The eighth years all crowded together, taking in their new common room before walking toward the middle of the room where a giant wall board sat, announcements hanging up with the Roommate List in the very centre.

“Hey, Harry!” A higher pitched voice called out, dragging out the vowel sounds of each word. As Harry spun around, trying to locate the source, he heard a ton of girls begin giggling, and he spotted a group of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, none he actually recognized, standing toward the back of the group and waving. Harry blushed, shaking his head and turning back around, eyeing the board for his name.

“Oh, just ignore them mate. They just want you for your fame, y’know?” Ron appeared as if out of nowhere, bumping his shoulder with Harry’s and grinning widely. “Besides, we have to celebrate! Each room only has two people, and it’s me and you in ours!” Harry grinned, nodding and slapping Ron’s proferred hand in a high five. He heard the giggles behind him again and tensed, glancing down toward his feet.

“They’re just being silly. You’re like a celebrity, and they likely don’t know that no matter how famous, people are just people.” Hermione said, also appearing as if out of nowhere. They were all surrounded by a cloud of students and Harry scooted closer to his friends, suddenly getting a bit claustrophobic. Ron greeted his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. “And at least you’re rooming with Ron. I have to room with Lavender.” Ron and Harry both laughed at that, and she just rolled her eyes in response, lightly slapping Ron on the chest.

“Let’s head up to Harry’s and my room! We can start getting unpacked and compare schedules!” Ron suggested, pulling Hermione closer against himself as if afraid she’ll say no. She laughed, shaking her head but agreeing anyway. Harry nodded quickly, moving along with his best friends as he heard another girl call his name from behind him.

It was around the six-minute mark that Ron and Hermione completely forgot about the silent Harry, snogging endlessly on Ron’s bed. It was about one minute and thirty-six seconds in that Harry gave up waiting for them to stop and just left his room. Besides, he had other friends he wanted to see. Walking down the steps two at a time, he exited the eighth year common room, running immediately into someone and knocking them down.

“Sorry, sorry,” Harry began, standing and reaching over to help the other one up. Once both were standing did he notice who it was. “Oh, Ginny! I was actually just looking for you!” He said brightly, smiling at her. She hesitated slightly, a wary look in her eyes before she smoothed it over and smiled, if a bit strained.

“Oh, me? Why would that be?” Ginny responded, placing her hands in front of her and folding them before almost jumping slightly and moving her hands behind herself, before finally letting them fall at her sides and rubbing her palms against her pants. She seemed jumpy and nervous, but kept her eyes focused on Harry as he studied her.

“I just wanted to catch up? Ron and Hermione are snogging in my room so I figured I’d hang out with someone else for a bit, y’know?” He tilted his head, his slightly longer than normal hair falling against his eyes slightly before he reached up to push it away.

“Oh. Okay. Actually- yeah, Harry, let’s hang out. I wanted to talk to you about something.” She turned around immediately, beginning to walk down the hall and Harry ran a few steps to catch up to her, matching her absurdly fast walking pace.

“Uh, sure. What is it?” Harry asked, glancing back toward the eighth year portrait- a knight with brightly shining silver armour- before turning a corner and following after Ginny. “And why are we walking so fast, Ginny? In a hurry to get somewhere?” His questions went unanswered as she played with her hands in front of her, watching the stones on the floor as they walked. Harry eventually noticed they were heading toward the Entrance Hall and briefly had a thought to fly his broom sometime out on the field.

They finally stopped in the middle of the Entrance Hall, Ginny glancing around the emptiness nervously before taking a deep breath and glancing up toward Harry with resolve. “Harry, I know that we said we’d wait until after the war to get back together. And I know that at least for me, that helped keep my spirits up during the war. But times change, people change, and people discover themselves better when they’re not in the throes of war.” Ginny began evenly, twitching her hands slightly in front of her, though betraying no other nervous features. “I just- I’m sorry Harry. We can’t get together. I can’t- I’m- I don’t-” She stuttered toward the end and Harry furrowed his brow, taking a step forward.

“Ginny, it’s okay. What is it?” He asked, reaching out to place his hand on her fidgeting hands.

“Harry, I’m gay. I like girls.” She finally said, taking a step back and withdrawing her hands. “I hope you don’t hold this against me. I would still rather love to be friends.” She got quieter as she went, lowering her gaze away from Harry’s surprised expression.

“I- Wha- Oh, yeah, of course, Gin.” Harry finally managed to set his brain straight before nodding and smiling brightly toward her. “I’m happy you found this out. You would have been miserable with me. You can be happy now- or, happier.” He grinned, lowering his head slightly to try and catch her eye. “I’m not mad Gin. This is you. It’s who you are.” Harry finished softly, raising his eyebrows and smiling toward her sincerely. When she finally glanced up she had tears in her eyes, and she took a deep breath, nodding and smiling shakily.

“Thank you for being so kind, Harry. If it’s as easy with you as it is everyone then I shouldn’t be so worried.” Harry tilted his head, a confused expression plastering on his face before she continued, “Oh, uh. I haven’t told anyone yet. Well- besides Luna. She helped me solve this whole thing. But Ron doesn’t know, none of them do. Could you maybe not tell anyone? I just need to be ready for it, I’d rather tell them all myself.” Harry nodded, agreeing quickly before she smiled and patted Harry’s shoulder, walking backwards slowly. “I need to get to practice now. Good talk.” She spun, running outside and down the stairs as Harry watched after her, his mind racing.

Why did he feel so relieved about this?

A month going back into the school didn’t stop the catcalls and whistles he heard when he stepped into a public area- girls giggling into their hands and becoming too excited every time Harry even glanced their way. And all it did was make Harry extremely uncomfortable. He’d even taken to keeping his eyes firmly on the ground while he walked between classes, afraid that if he looked up and accidentally met eyes with someone that they may faint or, worse yet, approach him and try to talk to him.

All of his worries weren’t unfounded. He had his run-ins with at least three people asking him out on a date a day, or a girl once fainting because he accidentally brushed her arm and apologized. He felt like a fool, completely uncomfortable in the one place that used to feel safe, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. Ron and Hermione had been practically inseparable, studying and snogging together constantly. Harry tried to hang out with them, but it always became too obvious just how much of a third wheel he was before he left to go find another friend.

Ginny and Harry were awkward at first, but after she realized that his feelings honestly didn’t change that much and that they were still perfect best friends, they started hanging out more than anyone else. Ginny admitted to having a crush on Luna, then a few weeks in started dating her. Now the girls were hanging out all the time, Harry again feeling like a third wheel, so he decided to switch things up a bit once more.

“Hey, Neville!” Harry called out, waving toward his friend who was deeper inside the greenhouse. Harry stood where he was, jamming his hands into his jean pockets, glancing around at the harmless plants near the door, and eyeing the more dangerous ones farther away. He knew how bad he was at this stuff, and also knew that if he wandered in further instead of waiting for Neville that something bad might happen- he didn’t know half the plants here, and of the ones, he did know he didn’t want to get anywhere near.

“Harry! It’s been awhile!” Neville finally appeared from around a bend and Harry sucked in a breath, his eyes skirting over Neville’s form. He was fit. Neville wiped his hands on a towel, tossing it onto an empty table before clapping a hand onto Harry’s shoulder once he was near enough. “What brings you here?”

“Just- just wanted to hang out- or rather, see if you wanted to. To hang out. With me, I mean.” Harry's voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat, glancing toward the hay covered floor and furrowing his brow in confusion. Why was he suddenly acting like this? Neville was his friend. Neville was his friend and was fit.

“Oh, sure, yeah. I just finished planting the gloomshadows anyway, so I’m free for a bit. Want to grab a snack from the kitchen and sit outside near the lake? I missed lunch.” He grinned and Harry nodded his answer, turning and beginning the walk back to the castle with him.

It was weird, feeling this way around his friend. He had never actually felt this way- the butterflies or the- physical reaction he was receiving from looking at his friend. He realized way too late that he was attracted to Neville now. How had he not seen Neville fully until now? He had filled out rather well after the war, and Harry knew that one of the reasons was that Neville now exercised daily.

He knew his friend was hot, had heard rumours about how he had grown over the summer. Harry, himself, considered him hot, but there was something off. His hair was too dull as it brushed around in the breeze, or his eyes too dark when he glanced at them. Harry slowly calmed down, his nerves fading until they were gone, and Neville was just his mate once again. He didn’t understand any of what had happened besides knowing that he had never actually felt that way for Ginny before, or Cho, or any other girl he had his eye on before. And it confused him, scared him, and he left a bit early from his hang out with Neville now that he had a personal crisis going on inside his mind.

Harry attempted to find Ginny since maybe she would have some sort of explanation for this, but running down to the Quidditch field only rewarded him with a sight of the girls snogging outside the changing rooms, and Harry would rather not be the one to interrupt that. He shook his head, wondering when he became a third wheel in every friendship he has. Aside from Neville. Though, that was a problem of its own right now.

Harry entered the common room, glancing around and hoping that maybe it was that ten minutes that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t be glued to each other’s face. But with no such luck, he didn’t even spot the two in the common room. Glancing around, it was emptier than it ever really has been for the last month, with only one head in the armchair near the fire- wait.

Harry blinked a few times, taking in the form of Draco Malfoy sitting in a high-backed silver armchair, a book propped up on his right leg that ran across his lap, his right ankle laying on his left knee. He seemed peaceful, almost secure and safe in his expression, the firelight dancing across his features as he read. Harry remembered Draco being the only Slytherin that had returned this year- he also remembered a conversation that Hermione had started about how Draco had apologized and asked to work with Hermione during the few classes they shared, and she had agreed to it.

“He really has changed,” She had insisted, ignoring Ron’s remarks and Harry’s eye rolling. Now, standing there staring at him, Harry could see such relaxation that wasn’t in Draco during sixth year, or really anytime before then. Maybe he just really liked reading?

He didn’t know why, but Harry found himself taking a few steps forward toward Draco, sliding to sit on an ugly, but comfy, brown couch across from the boy. He waited a minute, staring at Draco the entire time until he looked up, slightly scowling.

“Could I help you with something, Potter? Or are you just going to keep staring at me all night? Please, let me know right away so I could go ahead and retire to my room.” His drawl was still the same, his snark ringing in the air, though Harry couldn’t find himself to be mad about any of it. He hadn’t even insulted Harry, he noticed, which was the most surprising part of all of this.

“Hi, Malfoy.” He watched Draco roll his eyes, placing a ribbon down as a bookmark before slowly closing his book, turning his attention now to Harry.

“Hello, Potter. Do you need something?” Harry studied him for a moment before smiling, nodding toward his book.

“What are you reading?” Draco seemed surprised by the question, glancing down to the book in his hands before lifting it to show the title.

“Champagne Nights,” Draco admitted slowly, and Harry studied the cover. It showed a man’s back, naked, as he reached up and cupped his hands around a full moon in the sky. Harry blinked a few times, surprise sparking in his mind. It looked almost completely like a trashy romance novel.

“What’s it about?” Harry asked just as slowly, turning and grinning toward Draco. Oh, this was perfect. Draco Malfoy read muggle romance novels?

“It’s a muggle book,” Draco began, lowering it and placing it on his lap before he looked away, a blush rising on his face. Harry smirked slightly, sort of proud that Draco was embarrassed to be reading a romance novel. “It’s about an accountant who meets a man that just moved into town. They fall in love, through trial and error. Some events take place here and there, the man gets arrested once for something he didn’t do-”

“Woah, spoiler much?” Harry interrupted, grinning as Draco almost jumps, turning and shooting Harry a disbelieving look.

“It’s not as if you’ll read the damn book, Potter.” He snarks back, scowling and turning away once more.

“Oh? And what makes you think that I won’t? Maybe I like trashy romance novels.” He watched Draco’s brows shoot up before he sighed, turning and facing Harry better, studying his face for a moment.

“It’s not trashy. And what I meant when I said that was that I didn’t expect you to read a gay romance novel.” Harry jumped in surprise, blinking a few times as Draco nodded and made to stand. Harry quickly jumped up after him, shooting his hand out to grab onto Draco’s wrist.

“What is it with people around here thinking that I hate gay people?” Harry practically screams, watching Draco jump and look startled before composing himself and taking his hand away from Harry.

“I said no such thing, Potter,” Draco replied, keeping his eyes fixated on the ground between the two- which admittedly wasn’t much room.

“Let me read the book,” Harry said quickly, not thinking it completely through. He watched surprise flicker across Draco’s face as he glanced up, studying Harry’s face as well.

“What do you mean, let you read my book? I’m reading it right now.” He shot back, slightly glaring at him. Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, maybe not that exact book- you did just give me spoilers after all. But do you have another one? I want to read one.” Harry still felt slightly unsure about reading it, he had always felt awkward reading romance novels in the past, but he almost wanted to prove something to Draco. What it was, he wasn’t sure.

“You want to read a gay romance novel?” Draco questioned, his brows furrowing as he crossed his arms. “You just called them ‘trashy,’” He added, raising one eyebrow and waiting for a response. Harry just sighed, shaking his head.

“That’s not what I meant. That’s just what people call them.”

“What people?”

“I don’t know- just people. The people. People in general.” Harry waved his arms around as if to encompass everyone, though no one else was with them in the common room. Draco just sighed in response, shaking his head. “C’mon, Malfoy. I’m bored. Everyone around me is pairing up, I’m like the third wheel everywhere. Let me borrow a book.” He leaned forward, nudging him with his elbow. Draco huffed, shaking his head and raising his gaze to the ceiling.

“Merlin’s tits, fine, Potter. Follow me.” Draco finally agreed, unfolding his arms and taking long steps toward the hallway that led toward the bedrooms. Harry stood there for a moment, watching Draco’s lanky figure walk away before jumping and jogging after him before falling into step behind him. They passed Harry’s own room and kept going, further down the hallway than Harry had ever actually been before.

Finally, Draco pulls to a stop in front of the very last door on the left, glancing at Harry warily before sighing and opening the door, stepping inside. Harry takes a step forward, staying outside the room but glancing inside in curiosity, then widening his eyes in surprise. Inside the room lay only one bed in the centre of the room, larger than Harry’s own, and outfitted in an ice blue colour instead of the Slytherin greens Harry had expected. On both, the left and right walls were floor-to-ceiling bookcases covering the entire walls, mostly filled with books aside from a few shelves sporting potions ingredients or cauldrons or the like. The carpet was a dark shade of grey, and the few other furniture, nightstands, a coffee table, loveseat, and an armchair all sport the same light grey colour that compliments the style well. The only window in the room, situated in the middle of the far wall just like in Harry’s own room, had its own curtains drawn shut to create a room devoid of natural lighting, lanterns hanging up in different areas adding a flickering fire-glow to the room.

“Are you coming in, Potter? Or would you prefer to stand there gaping?” Draco drawled on, as if bored, though once Harry glanced over toward him he noticed how tense his shoulders were or how his knuckles tightened on the book he was still holding. Harry took a few steps inside, closing the door behind him.

“I assume you don’t have a roommate, then?” Harry asked, nodding toward the bed.

“What do you think?” Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.

“Unless you’re rooming with a man who thoroughly enjoys cuddling,” Harry joked, grinning as Draco blushed and glanced away. They stood there for a moment in silence before Draco began walking toward the left wall, Harry watching after him but staying in place.

“I have a few titles by the same author as this book- I rather enjoy their work. They deal mostly with gay romance, so you can pick out of these which story sounds the most interesting to you.” Harry nodded, approaching the shelf and glancing at the ‘few’ titles, which amounted to be about fifty different books listed in alphabetical order. He grinned, picking one at random and reading the back of the book. “They’re all muggle so they- they might be a bit- I mean they-” Draco stuttered, and Harry glanced up with a confused expression before Draco huffed loudly, taking the book from him, placing it back on the shelf and grabbing another one and practically shoving it at Harry, “For Salazar’s sake, this one, Potter. This is a good one.” Harry jumped, smirking slightly before looking at the back of this book now.

“Thanks, Malfoy. I’ll bring it back when I finish reading it.” Harry promised, glancing up and smiling gratefully now.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll expect that’ll be in a months time,” Draco finally murmured, and for some reason instead of getting angry about the insult, Harry just grinned and nodded along. Draco blushed slightly, glancing away and forcing out, “Alright, well, have a nice night then.” Harry chuckled slightly, nodding.

“Alright, I’ll leave now. I hope you have a nice night as well,” Harry spun around, walking toward the exit and leaving without a backwards glance.

Only a few days later, Harry had finished the novel. He had immediately been sucked into the life of Naden Gartira and his simple farm life turned upside down, reading the book everywhere he went, obsessed with figuring out who the mystery man was, why he was helping Naden, and why Naden was afraid of finding out. Finishing the book, he sighed, staring at the cover of an open farmscape at sunset and wondering what to do with his life.

His life. He blinked a few times, glancing up and realizing slowly something he probably should have known a long time ago. Standing, he glanced around, furrowing his eyebrows at the empty common room. It was full to bustling earlier when he had sat down to begin reading his book again.

“Something the matter, Potter?” Harry jumped, glancing behind himself to notice Draco sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, one eyebrow raised and a different book than before sitting in his lap. Harry blushed slightly, blinking a bit before raising the book he was holding.

“I just finished your book,” Harry replied softly, lowering his eyes before they started to take in unneeded details of Draco’s face, like the way his eyes glowed in the firelight, or the way his hair shone brightly against the dark background of rain out of the window behind him.

“Ah? Did you enjoy it as much as you thought you might?” Draco asked, smirking and standing, taking a few steps closer toward Harry.

“A lot more, actually.” Harry murmured, letting his eyes glance back upward toward Draco, taking in his surprise and a different, less recognizable flicker of emotion.

“Really?” He asked quietly, holding his own book to his chest, his face falling softer, his smile turning genuine. “You can borrow more books, if you’d like? Maybe we could talk about them sometime?” Harry studied Draco, the sincerity of his words, the way he tilted his head to the side after asking his question. Harry drew in a breath, closing his eyes. No, this can’t be- He’s not- Harry blinked open his eyes, observing a slight concern flash across Draco’s face. “I mean, only if you want to-” Draco began, taking a small step back. Harry immediately took a few steps forward to close the gap, staring up into Draco’s eyes for a moment, feeling his cheeks heat.

“I appreciate you letting me borrow this. I’d love to borrow another book in the future, I just-” Harry hesitated, pushing the book he held currently into Draco’s hands quickly, lowering his gaze to tried to hide his blush, “I need to go- for a walk, or something, I just-” Harry backed away quickly, turning and sprinting out of the common room door.

Harry wandered through the halls, paying no mind to whichever direction he was heading. He passed several hallways he had only ever seen a few times, and wandered up and down many floors to the point where he was unsure if he was in the old charms corridor or if he was located near the old historic section of the castle. Either way, unused classrooms lined the halls, and a fine layer of dust covers every surface surrounding him. It was a nice place, quiet and peaceful, and Harry hoped to remember the way back here for the next time he needs to take some time for himself to think.

His mind raced with the possibilities. He had felt attracted to Neville before, unlike he had with any previous girl he was romantically inclined toward. But that had confused him even more. He did like Cho, and Ginny. He wanted to date them, wanted to be with them and hold their hand. He had just figured that when it came to being sexual with them, that it’d come eventually, even if he hadn’t felt it at first. Even if he was scared to push himself to do it, his body showing all signs of ‘No, you don’t want this.’

Yet when he read that novel, he wanted that as well. He loved the dynamic between two men, he loved that Naden had been struggling with his own sexuality as well, knowing that his family had disapproved yet unable to stop himself from feeling the way he felt. Harry’s mind raced, even showing Ginny coming out to him at the start of the year, how afraid she had been and how relieved she felt when Harry had fully accepted her. Maybe he could talk to her about this stuff? Maybe she would understand what he was going through and would help make sense of it. Or Luna? She had been the one to help Ginny through her sexual identity crisis.

“Potter!”

Harry spun around, his eyes widening as he took in the dishevelled appearance of Draco, his robes unbuttoned to show a white shirt and black slacks underneath, his hair slightly tousled. He was breathing slightly heavy, and had come to a stop at the end of the corridor that Harry currently inhabited.

“Well, I’m just glad that you had the sense of mind not to wander outside into the rain. These robes are horribly expensive, they do not need to be soaked by the rain.” Draco uttered, smirking as he took a few steps toward Harry before stopping, turning his head to glance out of the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the hall. Harry glanced out as well, the rain pouring down adding to the calm atmosphere that Harry had been craving. Rain puttered against the window and Harry smiled slightly, enjoying the repetitive sound.

“Why did you follow me?” Harry wondered aloud, turning his gaze back toward Draco to notice that he had taken a few more steps forward, his eyes trained on Harry.

“I wanted to know what had happened in the common room? Did the book really effect you that much?” Draco bit his lip before taking another step forward and continuing, “It’s one of my favourites, but I don’t remember there being a bad ending.”

“No, there wasn’t any bad endings. For Naden, anyway,” Harry mumbled, turning his gaze back to the rain, feeling slightly shy. “I just needed to think some things through.”

“Like what?” Draco asked quietly, taking another few steps toward him.

“I don’t know exactly, my head is a mess,” Harry admitted shrugging and glancing toward the floor before looking back up to Draco. “I never-” Harry stopped, biting his lip as he took in the concerned look on Draco’s face.

“Never…?” Draco repeated, taking slower steps forward and tilting his head slightly.

“I never had time during the war to question myself. To find myself.” Harry lowered his gaze once again, a flush rising against his cheeks. “It wasn’t just the book that spurred this on. I’ve been feeling attracted to- to certain blokes. And G- and one of my friends admitted that she was gay and that made me start thinking about some things too. And all of my friends are paired off, I’m the third wheel in everything-” Harry stopped, feeling like he was just whining at this point.

“So you think you might be gay?” Draco asks, and Harry glances back up toward him to notice how close Draco was now, only a few feet away.

“I-” Harry began, but cut himself off with a long exhale. Saying it aloud made it seem so real.

“You’ve been attracted to certain blokes?” Draco tries again, taking a step forward and closing the space between them. “Could I-” He hesitated, letting out his own exhale of breath before continuing, “Could I ask who?”

Harry widened his eyes, taking in the lanky man in front of him. He thought back to the common room a few days ago, thought of how much Hermione advocated for him. And he had come after Harry. “Well, Neville,” Harry began honestly, watching Draco’s eyes dim slightly, his shoulders sagging almost imperceptibly. But Harry noticed. Harry had always noticed Draco. “And, you.” Draco’s eyes widened slowly, blinking a few times.

“Me?” He squeaked out before clearing his throat awkwardly, glancing down toward the stones.

“Well, I find you attractive. I found Neville attractive too, but he is most definitely straight, so there’s nothing going on there for me.” Harry admitted, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I apologize if my admitting this makes you uncomfortable. I don’t even know if you are-”

“I’m gay, Harry.” Draco interrupts, glancing up and meeting Harry’s eyes finally. They both stand in silence, staring at one another, almost daring one of them to speak first.

Harry could see it, easily, he admits to himself. Dating Draco, sitting next to him in the common room, reading books together or walking to Hogsmeade hand in hand. He could see Draco becoming great friends with Hermione, and Harry putting in the effort to get to know Draco’s own friends better. He could see himself kissing Draco, sitting in Draco’s room on the loveseat and snogging for hours, like Ron and Hermione do in Harry’s room. He could even see himself going farther- farther than he had ever been with anyone else. Farther than he had ever wanted to go with any girl.

“Draco, I-” Harry began, but found it difficult to continue. Literally. His mouth wasn’t able to move to form words, and it took him a moment to process that the reason for this was that Draco’s own mouth was pressed against his. Harry closed his eyes, leaning forward into the kiss and sucking in a breath once Draco started to respond eagerly, pulling Harry against his chest and licking at Harry’s own bottom lip. Harry opened his mouth for him, letting in Draco’s tongue and moaning slightly into the kiss. Raising his arms, he wrapped them around Draco’s neck, feeling the sensation of kissing Draco Malfoy, the puttering of the rain against the windows the only other sound he hears.

Harry could definitely get used to this.

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charleecat-bat · 6 years

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Fandom Meme

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Uuuh, well, lemme think, for fantoms that aren’t sonic stuff, I enjoy Retsuko and Haida because adorable. Angus and Gregg from NITW is too adorable for it’s own good.

Sonic wise, well, I’m not strong on my ships but they’re are some I do think about or do think are matching, I think Shade and Knuckles are a good match, I enjoy Espio and Tikal, especially in my canon.

I do love Locke and Luger a lot though, since I can see them working in my canon, but other then that, I’m not huge on ships so eh.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Locke and Luger, mainly because they were related but then with some fanart and talking with friends of mine, especially @terraqua111, I started to like it and my friends had a point that they were too distantly related for it to matter anymore. She also showed me Lien-Da and Xenin which I liked.

I also didn’t consider Locke to be paired with anyone else before Luger, then I saw @lockewat‘s ship, Chuck and Locke... and I thought it was quite suiting as well.

Two other ones are Vanilla and Big because that was so adorable and that would be such a peaceful relationship good god it’s what they’d both need, so many picnics for dates. and @motobugg did some work on Rouge and Wave which I have never considered and I immediately thought... damn that would actually work a lot. XD Also Shadamy at some points due to a friends artwork and Shadow would be balanced from Amy’s personality that he would need.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will. I’ve never been big on Julie-Su and Knuckles, in the comics it felt kind of forced to me, same with Sonic and Sally, that I don’t see them suiting each other at all.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Ummm, I don’t know, I can’t think of one.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, I don’t know.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Sonic fandom. XDD Been in that for around 8-9 years. Since I was 9 or 10 years old.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

I think it would’ve just been Shade and Knuckles. lol Again ships aren’t my life.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

Mainly ongoing stuff, I know it started with games, so I guess games? But I enjoy shows/series as well.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Ummmm... not that I know of.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Animal Crossing? I didn’t start playing the phone game until I saw people talking and reblogging stuff about it, then I tried it.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Well, in Steven Universe, a lot of the character have great arcs, that who their true opinions and colours, like how Amethyst had self-hating habits, Pearl didn’t think she was worth much, and seeing Peridot’s growing into a whole different gem, it’s really cool.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I’ll go with um... Lars from Steven Universe, I didn’t like him much as a character at first, but I could understand his insecurity and being unsure on how to act and how to show himself, and being scared to show his true colours... but now he’s showing his own worth and letting himself be who he is with the Off-colours, which I can genuinely appreciate about him, he’s much better as a character now.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Can I say the entire brotherhood? XD I would love that like you wouldn’t believe.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Just more Brotherhood content in general, uuuummm more monster-related AU’s? I don’t know, maybe more merchandise too? I don’t know I’m not all that demanding about content. o-o I’m terrible at this.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

All the Way (Jacksepticeye fan song) is the one that came up on shuffle, and it reminded me of Hawking, at least my version. I could imagine he would listen to this to motivate himself or something like that.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

...Trying not to say Monster AU for any sort of fandom CRAP TOO LATE-

But what about a Shape of Water-esque AU?

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

I haven’t really abandoned any fandom? o-O R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

When they’re not a couple and they’re just best friends, Locke and Luger I guess, they act like big dorks. I don't know, I don’t think about relationships much besides family ones.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Hmm, well, I feel while Locke doesn’t know what his main sexuality is right now, he’d feel he’d be in writing (sexuality)/Asexual, as he never really had sexual feelings, he only had sex in order to have his son, and he honestly never liked it all that much.

I also have a head canon that Steppenwolf is afraid of humiliation, or just making a fool of himself in social situations (he’s got a very well hidden social anxiety), so if he saw a bunch of people staring at him and whispering to each other, he’d instantly become worried about what he did.

Another head canon is that I love to imagine Sabre can swordfight very well, and the person who taught him is surprisingly Tobor. As he was very good with a sword and shield combo back in the day (before his injuries).

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

That Steppenwolf is a werewolf okay not really, I’m not really about strong head canons that I would ‘die defending’. I just like the thought of him being one because it’d be ironic for his name... and it’s just with me for so long man.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Steppenwolf (Sonic Fandom I guess)- I still don't fully understand why I liked him, I simply did but nowadays I just find the character I made him an extremely interesting character and every time I’ve wrote something or drawn something to try and cheer myself up, it made me feel he’d be a very strong, protective and oddly supportive in his own way. I’m not sure. I’m weird.

Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe Fandom)- I just want her to be happy, I find her really interesting, her powers are really cool and I just want to know how things turn out for her, it just sucks that she tends to disappear for long periods of time.

Angus (Night in the Woods)-He’s a bit underrated but he’s just so cute to me, especially with how others draw him, I love his character and I feel bad for him when he takes about his abusive childhood and issues growing up that made him who he is today, made me want to give him a big hug.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Well, I feel I can relate to Angus at a few points, always feeling like I have to be the responsible one, being usually quiet and wanting to hide in corners in parties (and your friend that you stick to is your corner in those situations),

I also feel I can relate to Retsuko from Aggretsuko, always trying to keep calm and from losing my temper, also Mister Ton kind of reminds me of my dad at some points... and he can piss me off just as much as he does with Retsuko so yeah.

Part of me also feels like I relate to my version of Rembrandt, he’s an artist, he deals with a lot of emotional issues, he’s insecure about his body size/weight, very motherly/fatherly and protective.

I dunno.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Annoying characters that think they’re full of themselves and practically perfect while thinking everyone else is below them and everyone is unworthy of their ‘greatness’... or mary-sues.

Or just a needlessly dramatic moments or moments of anger and arguments that don’t need to happen.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Kind of the big strong protective one with a heart of gold and is very loving whether they show it or not, or big ass ones who are strong as hell but are really just gentle giants.

And probably monsters stuff like werewolves or stuff but sometimes that can backfire and become annoying.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Team Fortress 2 is one, have a few friends who like that game while I don’t like it much anymore for personal reasons, some horror fandoms like Five Nights at Freddy’s, Little Nightmares all of that. Idk

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

Umm... I always strive to make my Guardians unique in different situations, hell, I imagined they were in certain AU’s or in certain video game situations, like a fighting game, I’d like imagining like ‘finishing moves’ they’d have or the type of weapons they’d have, or even simple stuff like hobbies or favourite foods. Just stuff like that... and I will try everything in my power to be unique, like in my Gem AU, wanted all the gems to be different and at the least unique, and the same with the Monster AU, only Thunder and Steppe’s are the same but they have a difference.

Okay that’s enough. ^^; This was really difficult surprisingly.

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lo-and-behold-ocelittle · 3 years

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“Horror Vacui” or the fear of the blank page [for amateur artists]

[A really long post]

If you fit this description, this post is for you:

I’m a hobby artist/writer/creator with a broad interest and I don’t have enough to time to practice any of my interests beyond the amateur level. Creating is something I commit to about 10 to 15 times a year - when I need help, I don’t want to take an online course, just give it to me quick and dirty and I’ll see to the turnover.

This post contains:

mandatory motivation delineation

step-by-step drawing guide for amateur artists by an amateur artist

all reference pictures for the above

tracing - a technique shunned by my Grade 8 art teacher and the last time I attended art class

cross-hatching and contours

a tiny bit of perspective

a bit of shading

tools

tips for shaky hands

Why this post, when the internet has countless of tips to overcoming writers’/artists’/creators’ block already?

I mean, Google churns out some 20 million search results in under 0.55 seconds! That’s like 10 search results you are might look at tops - 20 if you’re desperate enough to go to page 2 - and realize most of the tips a lot of work, not worth the trouble, things you’ve tried before, or too abstract to be applicable to the thing.

One thing most of these guides get right: getting started is the most crippling step of the creative process.

The most common advice to overcoming your block - so I have read countless times - is establishing a routine until you “instinctively” know how to achieve your goal. Are they wrong? No, definitely not. Is it good advice though? Depends; at least not for me - and if you’ve read this far, then not for you either.

What are my other options?

Planning. And being aware of all the tools at your disposal. I documented the process of this drawing as an example. This process has limited applicability to paintings.

You will need:

an idea

drawing utensils

paper (some scraps to start with)

patience

Step 1: Rough Sketching

Take scrap paper. Unless your documenting this (hi, mom) you’ll throw this away asap. Get down the rough shape. This may a while and will involve you questioning your sanity - barge through the doubt, don’t erase what you’ve made, use the best parts and try again.

Example:

I would like to draw a cat. I take a pencil and...

Lol, no. Cats are not pizza with ears.

Let’s try that again. Maybe a reference picture will help.

Much better. Start with some crude shapes but sketch out the entire body with shapes like they do in some drawing guides - only draw what you need. In this case about two and a half ovals are enough. Now make a better copy beside that initial sketch - I hate doing them on top of the first because that gets messy real quick. Draw some helping lines from the reference image. Don’t bother too much with proportions or posture, or going big; all these sketches are about 6 by 4 cm.

I want to draw a companion for this steampunk cat, about the same shape and posture with a head tilted one way and the torso another. She’ll need a proper headdress too - I went through three options visually and added some notes for other ideas I had in case neither of these worked out.

Step 2: Break it down

Break down the drawing into smaller bits and pieces and look up reference images if you need them.

I broke down my sketch into:

Head/Face

Torso/Clothes

Hat

Fan

The head

I want my cat to look slightly to the left and this is what I found online:

Not quite

Almost

Perfect

The torso

I found this image, which contained most of the parts I needed. I didn’t like the hat, head, fan, and all the mice scampering about ‘er so I just took the torso - the corset is really neat. Unfortunately, her posture is not quite what I need so that will be the biggest challenge for this body part.

The hat

I considered a few options such as this 1920s flapper’s headpiece and a couple of Victorian hats before settling on this one.

The fan

I own two so no reference image necessary.

You can keep a couple of tabs (or books, if you have some at hand) open in case you change your mind while drafting.

Step 3: Fine Sketching

This is the hardest part but if you’ve made it this far, you might as well go all the way, right? Understand how your brain operates and beat it at its own mind-game: create a sunk-cost-fallacy and drive yourself forward.

There three ways to get your fine sketch onto paper:

Cool, if you can pull it off go for it, usually takes the longest if you lack the practice (like I do)

Generally a good approach, especially when scaling up

Use a ruler to measure and plot key points of your outline

Print it and hold it against a window.

If it’s dark outside unhinge that glass cabinet door, duct tape it between two tables and put a lamp beneath.

Pull it up on your screen and adjust your zoom. Be careful with the pressure of your pen!

Use sticky tape to prevent it from slipping

(Below) Using a reference grid (the dots) on a canvas for another project.

(Below) Tracing the head. Slight rotation of the page to achieve the desired orientation of the head.

I also traced the torso and the head first. Then I added some rough shapes for the arms and the fan - this was also when I realized I can use the fan to hide parts of the face I don’t want to draw. Everything ended up a little twisted and short so I dashed lines where I want these limbs to go. The fabric of the corset also needs to be pulled up on the right and pushed down on the left, hence the arrow there. The neck is way too long too. Add some more notes of things you want to change - like adding a fuck-ton of flowers to the hat.

To judge whether the proportions make sense take a look at yourself in the mirror or ask random people in the hallway to pose for you - afterwards exchange a friendly, confused smile and move on.

(Below) First fine draft after about 5 hours of intermittent work - just take breaks when you’re bored, but leave it prominently lying in your way so you don’t forget about it. I reconstructed the arms’ outlines and added some bold comments.

Once you have everything you need, clean up your first draft as much as possible by erasing help lines and drawing strong borders. Next, open something bright on your screen (or whatever your tracing equipment happens to be), tape a blank paper to your first sketch and take down all the details you want to keep. You can move the paper around to shorten or elongate distances.

Add borders if you want to frame the drawing later.

Now change all the things you don’t like. I changed the cat lady’s hat to be less round because I didn’t want her to wear a wide-brimmed bowler and added a fuck-ton of flowers and - for good measure - a feather. If you can’t draw the feather flicking back up like me, hide it behind the brim of the hat.

Think about any fur you want interacting with the fabric (hat or collar). I added one curl to flow down the left side of her collar - didn’t really work out but A for effort.

Add any major decorative elements like the fish on her corset or the patterns on her fan.

Add major textures like the lines on the brim of her straw hat. The dotted texture on her sleeve was way too fine and didn’t carry over to the next tracing. The same goes for the shading from the last draft, which didn’t carry over well and I ended up bundling all the fur together in larger bundles.

Save the puffy shoulders for last (because I had no idea what to do there and eventually opted for “brains”).

(Below) About 90 minutes on the face to compartmentalize all strands of fur into proper bundles. Note six key bushels that define her expression: on both side of her nose, her “eyebrows” and the trailing of her eyes. Look up cartoon cats for help. 2 hours on her torso and another hour on her shoulders.

Clean it up again and judge your work. If you are still unhappy with the positioning, do another tracing. Don’t forget to embolden all important features

Step 4: Inking the outline!

You’re patience is paying off! Next up is inking! Inking is fun!

Oh shit-

Don’t ink your final draft!

Step 4a: Screw up

I never get my inking right on the first try and it’s hard to hide mistakes you made with ink. I ran my draft through the photocopier once (because I didn’t want to trace it) so my mistake here wasn’t that big a deal - I lost five minutes and this paper went into the my scrap tray. Always start inking the most difficult part so you don’t regret screwing up after being almost done.

At this point I realized I couldn’t erase the pencil lines anymore and went back to tracing paper on paper on screen. Be aware of the ink you use and how thick your paper is or you might end up leaving marks on the draft below.

(Below) The pattern on her brow is off in two places.

Step 4b: Finish inking the outline

As before focus on borders and major textures; about now you’ll notice which parts of your draft are to fine to trace well and which ones need some extra weight. Drop any lines you don’t like.

By now you probably have a couple of pages with sketches and bad inkings lying around - make sure you label them or find some other method to remove them from your line of work (like throwing them in the bin).

(Below) About 45 minutes, 5 of which were spent on the feather, 5 on the flowers, 10 on the fan, 10 on the face, and 15 on the torso including arms.

At this point you could scan and stick it into a colouring book.

Step 5: Textures!

This is the best part. Texturing a drawing is so satisfying it makes up for all the hardship up to this point.

Make a couple of copies this time to practice your texturing. Afterwards, feel free to continue the page you traced or run it through the photocopier once again.

(Below) Two versions with different types of shading.

It’s very easy to get carried away when shading; always go for a little less than you think you need. You can always add more later, but you can’t take it away.

Fur

Use lines that flow parallel to the outlines you’ve already drawn. Make the strands flow apart at the beginning and back together at the end. Try to keep the numbers of strands that begin and end constant. This will result in a larger spacing and thus a lighter centre of your bushel.

I like shading an entire area, in this case the entire head uniformly but very lightly, then I start thinking about accents and where light could come from. Wherever fur bundles together (usually at the end of a bushel) I add some more of the same texture to make it darker. You can lift some of the shading from your reference pictures and just copy it. But don’t limit yourself to what your references provide.

To be honest, I only roughly take notice of where I place my imaginary source of light and just emphasize parts of a bushel that were darker to begin with. Usually turns out okay.

Fabric

Generally, keep your texturing parallel, perpendicular or at a fixed angle to the next leading edge. The lines don’t have to be - and most of the time shouldn’t be - straight. Allow them to trace out wrinkles in your fabric or reinforce the fabric’s rigidity by copying the leading edge at short intervals.

The same formula of repeat the leading edge applies to other parts of the clothing - just vary the line separation and how strictly you follow the leading edges.

In other places lines placed at constant angles make a good texture.

Know your tools: my pens stop drawing at an angle of about 30-45° and drawing lines at this angle will make them lighter and discontinuous. This is a good approach to lightly shading a large area like most of the corset.

Cross-hatching gives the sleeve a wrinkle and two light-spots. Two layers at roughly 70-90° gives a good hatch, only add a third layer if you need it really dark - careful: this will make any contours established with two layers disappear.

Shadows

Some places just ought to be darker though, like the spot I marked behind the ear or below the chin. This gives your drawing some depth. Just reiterate the same local texture over and over again until it’s dark enough.

Without my annoying comments, the final result will look like this:

Is it perfect? Fuck no. Is it pretty good? Aye, meets my standards.

By the way, this is what we started with:

Tips for shaky hands

Sugar, caffeine, medical condition? Hands come in all degrees of shaky but don’t let that discourage you. Here’s how I approach the most important elements in my art.

Long lines

Long lines are hard to draw, if you don’t have practice sliding your hand across the page. I can do it sometimes but not reliably. Instead I place my wrist firmly on the page and draw the part of the line that is within my mobile range. The more of my wrist rests on the page, the less I shake. Then I lift my pen and move on to the next bit - sounds trivial?

Wrong.

Whenever you start or end a line you go from rest to drawing speed or vice versa. During these moments the constant flow of ink is spread over a shorter distance, resulting in a thicker line. Appending a new segment causes a brief overlap and results in a blotch, especially when you need longer than an instant to correctly put down your pen.

Coming in at an angle prevents the ink from flowing prematurely and gives you more control of your line.

Curved lines

Place your wrist on the inside of the curve (segment) - drawing towards yourself is easier than away. Rotate the page to make it happen or rotate yourself if the page is stationary (like a large canvas). Additionally, I like to keep my fingers stiff and only rotate around my wrist.

Textures

For very fine textures I keep the tip of my pen above the page and start repeating the pattern. About two thirds of the strokes will go into thin air but the shaking will make one third hit the page - a statistical approach to texturing.

Conclusion

My longest post so far - I starting making this almost 8 hours ago. A blank page is a scary thing, so many possibilities, so many ways to screw up. The most important advice to take from this post is plan, save, trace, repeat. You don’t have to be ashamed for tracing art; just don’t parade an exact copy as your own work and always keep your references at hand.

Why does this feel like academic writing 101...

I invite anyone to contribute their own quick and dirty drawing tips for amateurs to this post. DM me, if you have any questions or would like to use this a last-minute-Christmas gift - I’ll send you a free high-res. I don’t judge, not this year nor any other.

Best, Ocelittle

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