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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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saw ur request is finally open dlsksksks i hope modern au is your jam 🤞🏻

I would love to get your thought on buggy, shanks, and minawk reacting to reader accidentally sending them a nude pic 🤧

Oh I love you RN ❤️

Okay so did I go overboard? Absolutely Do I care? HELL NO!

You Accidently Send them a Nude Pic!

Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk

SPICY THEMES! ❤️‍🔥

You are gonna need some Ice cubes 🧊 after this one ;D

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Buggy

"For fucks sake" You grumbled as you looked through google- You needed a specific pose for this commission, it was an expensive NSFW one and yet you could not find the right pose and for some reason couldn't figure it from memory-

"Fuck it time to go old school-" You grumbled, Peeling off your clothes and walking to the bedroom were your mirror was, Setting up you snapped a few pictures in the pose needed.

Looking at the few shots you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back. You looked good and got the pose perfectly- Dressing back you went back to your computer.

You kept your phone gallery opened to look at the photo, embarrassed you had to go to such lengths to do so- But money was money.

As you continued your sketch you saw a message ding and smiled- It was non other then Buggy, your close friend and truthfully your partner in crime.

Buggy Boo 🤡: U busy?

Me: Yeah I'm trying to find some references, but what's up?

Buggy Boo 🤡: NVM wanted to hang out

You smiled at this.

Me: You can still but at a price 😌

Buggy Boo 🤡: Price? 💰

Giggling you open up your text gallery. You scroll through the photos to find the McDonald's meme youd saved earlier and quickly sent it-

Me: Gotta Bring Me The Mickey D's 😩 💦

However you saw two images loading to be sent with the text. Raising a brow as you waited for it to load- However when it sent and showed you the second image you threw your device across the room.. there just below the McDonald's Meme was your nude reference photo.. You tried to panic unsend but saw he read it instantly.

Fuck FUCK FUCK!!!

Expecting a call or a WTF text of some sort but .

Silence- You didn't see him text back or anything. Fear eating you up inside as you thought the worse.. He's going to fucking hate you now- you two had just been really really good friends for years and maybe had a few drunken nights together however nothing like this!

In your panic you didn't realize how much time had passed before a knock snapped you from your thoughts.

You heard frantic knocks in your front door, surprised by the urgency of them and walked over- Opening the door your face flushed with what you saw. There was Buggy, with a shirt barely and clearly backwards, his hair down in thick waves looking wet and barely holding up his pants like he had gotten into clothes on the way to you however the 4 massive bag of McDonald's in his hand clued you in he had stopped at the restaurant right before.

"Buggy?-" You say shyly and face cherry red at seeing him in such a disheveled state- that and his boxers didn't exactly hiding him very well.

"I came over as fast as I could- I also got everything on the menu-" He said breathlessly holding up the bag and you glance to see his car parked sideways in your driveway, words seemed to leave you as you could practically see the desire in his gaze as he grinned widely.

He stepped forward and gently pushed you back into the house closing your door behind him as he quickly closed the space between you two, handing you the bag whicj you could barely hold onto.

"Gotta say, that was a welcomed surprised from you. I loved it~" He purred out, You squeaking in surprise at his words as his hands found their way to your hips.

"I have some modeling I'd like to see you do~ For art purposes of course" He said with a wink.

"Y-You actually liked those?" You manage out- Buggy laughed at this.

"Of course! It was sexy, flashy, surprising all at once. Not gonna lie if it wasn't for me needing to get the McDonald's I'd have came straight here and fucked you into the floor" He growled out in desire. You decided to not tell him you were joking about the McDonald's thing.

"In that case-" You sent the bag to the side and smiled as you felt him practically waiting for you to give the OK.

"Food can wait~"

Shanks

So bored- You thought as you laid on the couch of your boyfriends apartment. Shanks, The famed biker gang leader in your state. It was famous for his skills, the brutality of his gang and the unfortunate missing arm from a accident to save a child.

However for you he was just the love of your life- and also the one who had left 3 hours ago to do some sort of meet up with his gang which always ment leaving you behind-

Deciding to text him you open your phone to snapchat seeing he was still at the bar and sent a message.

Me: Red I'm Bored 😴

Red Head: I know Babe but I'll be home soon.

Me: It's been 3 hours 🙃

Red Head: Almost done here. I'll Bring you flowers if you're good.

You rolled your eyes- Flowers if your Good hm? You stewed for a moment before jumping up and marching to the bathroom. Maybe it was boredom or sexual frustration but you figured some teasing was in order- Deciding to take off your bottoms you poses in the mirror and snapped a quick picture. Smiling as you loaded it to send

Me: Good like this? {Image}

Prepared to hit send you stopped yourself and sgiggled... This was so stupid. Why would you do this? Rational thought clearing your heated mind and you tossed the phone on the couch to stop yourself.

"Just watch TV Jesus-" You said to yourself and plopped down. Turing in the TV but heard your phone rapidly ding, raising a brow you picked it back up and your face fell- It had sent dear God it had sent. It seemed when you tossed it the screen pressed sent by accdient.

Red Head: I'll be damned-

Red Head: Holy Shit did you just take this now?

Red Head: Baby?

Red Head: I'll be over in 10 minutes..

You saw Shanks text and you felt your face grow hot. This was not how you wanted it to happen but you weren't mad either-

In 8 minutes you heard a knock on the door and you quickly rushed over to open it. Assuming his hand was full-

He smiled at you, Holding the flowers in hand which had somehow survived his speedy ride to you.

"As promised flowers" He said with a grin and you stepped back so he could enter fully and took the flowers that were handed to you.

"Thank you" You say shyly but can't meet his gaze.

"You just love giving me a heart attack hm Love?" He purred out grabbing your chin gently to look up at him.

"I had to put away my phone so quickly cause I was at the bar with the gang" He said with a chuckle as you held the flowers close to your chest.

He leaned forward releasing your chin and began to kiss your check- His body pressing into you and you felt dizzy and warm.

"I-It was an accident" You Squeak out as Shanks layered kisses down your neck- His hand pulling you by your waist as he pulled you closer, your hand setting the flowers to whatever was closest to you as you felt warmth flutter through your body.

"Really?~ Didn't seem like one to me. As yoj said you were bored~" He said softly, you hadn't realized it but he had worked you two backwards till you felt the couch hit the back of your legs and you fell with a surprised yelp. Shanks smiling at this as he pulled away his leather jacket.

"Well let's make sure I don't leave you bored again~" He winked and lowered himself right after you.

Seems you were about to have the ride of your life~

Mihawk

You kicked off your heels with a sigh as you finally made it back to your home. Flopping on the couch with a groan- be a lawyer they said, You'll make a lot of money they said- BULLSHIT!

You were overworked, under paid and under laid- it was brutal honestly but you did like your work to some degree and you got to meet interesting people.

You hear a ding from your phone and sigh, already prepared for some client to email- But instead you were met with a text Ling saying your photos were ready.

Photos?... OH The Nude Boudoir Photos of yourself! Jumping up you quickly press the downloadable link and open it up quickly.

It had been a gift for yourself, when your confidence had been down and wanted something to make you feel beautiful and sexy. Opening up the downloaded folder you smiled, it was a bit weird to admire pictures of yourself but the photographer had done such a great job!

However you were cut off when another email rolled in- Sighing heavily as you saw it was non other then you poss and CEO of the firm Mihawk Dracule. The man was a sticklier about everything and he was just lucky he was hot or else you would have slammed a folder in his face by now-

Mihawk D: (Y/N) I need the file for Eros vs Tuller Case. Seems file did not send correctly.

You sigh, that wasn't hard and you'd already downloaded it on your phone. Attaching the document from you phone quickly you sent it-

So lucky!-

There it had been the last thing you...downloaded- wait... it hadn't been the last thing you downloaded.

Dread filled your chest as you slowly opened up your phone once again and clicked the downloaded tap- Seeing two downloaded files, slowly opening the file you sent Mihawk only to see your naked body...

You stared at your phone and screamed- Bloody. Murder

'NO NO NO NO-!!' You panicked as you literally through your phone across the livingroom.

"I'm so so fired I just sent my boss my naked photos!" You sobbed as you fell to the floor, your face as red as a tomato and you damn near cried. You hear another ding and crawl to your cracked device and took a look.

Mihawk D: Come to my office tommorow morning early. We have things to discuss.

You were dead- So very very dead... You cried that night and shot out your resume to several firms and waited for the next morning.

On cue you arrived to the firm brighf and early, having to psych yourself up before going in. You walked in to the building and up to the executive office- you half expected to see a box and a pink slip waiting for you- your head low as you stepped into your bosses office.

"Sir?.." You say softly, looking up you saw Mihawk sitting there looking through some papers- Your eyes focusing on what he was so interested in and you damn near had a heart attack. Seeing professional prints of your boudoir images on his desk and he was looking through them calmly, He glanced up at you finally seeing your wide eyes and flushed face he pointed you over to him calmly.

Slowly stepping forward you stood next to him behind the desk- Seeing the expensive professional prints of your intimate photos sprawled out.

"A-Am I fired?.." You finally asked, Your voice no better then a shaky whisper.

"No. I quite like these infact- I've had many people in my company who have tried to flirt, I was even curious when youd act.. But ive never seen one as bold as this" He said clearly amused, the humiliation burned in your chest- especially since he knew you had a crush on him.. but now you were curious why he didn't want to fire you.

He flicked back to one of the photos, one were you had worn something akin to a playbunny outfit made of lace. He tapped the imagine a bit playfully.

"I must say, This is by far my favorite out of the lot... I'd like to make a proposal to you" He said, craning his head to meet your eyes as a smirk played on his lips.

You felt your brain turn to mush.. first that he liked them and second that Mihawk Dracule was smiling- Had you died?!

"A date if you will, But I'd like to explore your skills in your modeling afterwards. Back at my home. If you're more comfortable with a written contract that is fine with me, but verbal is just as good" He stated calmly, Heat flushing your form at his words and you skittishly nodded.

"What would be the terms of this contract?" You ask shyly, Now more interested then you thought it would be. Mihawk reaching into his caot and pulled out a satin case, opening it to reveal a beautiful necklace, it was very classy looking and could truthfully be worn with anything- but you realized it was a infinity choker with a key lock in the back.

Warmth hitting your body once again asnyou realized what this represented.. A collar.

"Dates, a more personal relationship and some.. let's say recreations of these works?" He said calmly still holding his favorite one.

You thought for a moment, before running your fingers over the necklace and nodding softly.

"I agree to those terms" You say a bit playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk. He stood up calmly and picked up the necklace, moving behind you as he carefully clasped it and locked it into place.

"Wonderful" He practically purred out and admired you for a moment. Head flooding your body once more at his golden gaze.

"I will pick you up tonight then, 8 sound good?" He asked, you agreeing and he patted your behind playfully.

"Good. Now Run along now Bunny, I still need the file for the Eros vs Tuller Case" He said amused, You nodding quickly.

"Yes Mr. Dracule" You say softly and as you stepped out a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your lips.

That went better then expected~

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bambisnc · 2 months

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late night conversations [ft. j.wy]

-> pt2 of this [recap] -> you’re just about to point out that you are, in fact, just a fake girlfriend but before you can wonyoung interrupts you, tilting your face towards her in a way that leaves your lips inches away from hers (and leaves you completely breathless), her tone dripping with urgency, “he’s looking. kiss me now.”

pairing : wony x reader genre : fluffyy/crack/angstish + fake dating trope! cw/tw : kissing + super lowk suggestive + u dont have to read pt1 but u'd get a lil bg so + uneditted oohf ;-; wc : 2! pages! in google docs yayay

“well aren’t you just the best kisser ever~”

“jang wonyoung do you want me to cry.”

your fake girlfriend’s arm drapes itself over your shoulder, “but yn.. i’m the one who’s sad.. you know, i’d asked my girlfriend to kiss me, but she ended up biting my lip. i think i even saw a little blood…” you try to push her figure off of you, only for her to loop another under your knees and position you to sit on her lap with astonishing ease.

“or should i take it to mean that you were just that excited to kiss me, hmm~?” she’s teasing you, trying to rile you up – you know that.

but since when did fake dating involve.. this much intimacy? wonyoung is still whining about how much your action pained her, you panicked okay?!, but the casual way she rests her hand on your hip and her face nuzzles into your neck, placing kisses which seem to be dangerously lowering with every successive brush of her lips on your skin.., just seems a bit too real to be considered a show.

when you’d asked her, wonyoung had an answer ready at the tip of her tongue, “we need to practice; yn c’mon you seriously don’t expect people to believe us if you keep acting all stiff. we need practice.” and voila, she’d invited herself into your house.

you ignored the dull glint of .. something you couldn’t really understand in her usually bright eyes. you ignored how her rigid expression felt like a knife to your heart.

“hey.,” 2 hands press against your face, forcing your lips into a little pout, “pay attention to me.” you think she’s still being playful, but her expression is the most serious you’ve ever seen it..

and then, a featherlight touch of her lips on yours.

it leaves you a little dizzy, to be honest. you’ve kissed before, and this was barely even considerable comparing your past ‘practice’ sessions with wonyoung.. so maybe it’s something about this moment in particular.

you’d long accepted that she’d only remain a hallway crush, an alluring daydream. because you knew there was no way you could get over her unless.. unless maybe if you got the closure you needed. that you and her could never happen. which was why you’d accepted her plea to be her fake girlfriend.

you’d hope the way she was basically using you would be enough to knock some sense back into your love lost brain. but it didn’t. you realized if it was wonyoung, you’d be okay with her doing whatever, however, whenever she wanted.

and maybe.. maybe your feelings weren’t completely hopeless. maybe you had a chance.

“wah yn- c’mon do you want me to beg?” wonyoung asks, her arms now moving to pull you closer to her, embracing you ever so tenderly, “i’ll do it if you want, you know? pleasee~ tell me why you were late to the party? you said something about an issue?”

you sigh, “it’s..complicated. a really long story. and it’s 2 am..”

“so? we have all the time in the world.”

it’s really hard to argue with her in your current position, especially when her fingers are tracing soothing, mindless patterns on your back.

wonyoung decides you need further convincing, mumbling a “i want you to speak your mind around me yn.. let that mask of yours drop now.. please?” to do so.

gods, at this point you’d even tell her all your banking information if she wanted you to.

notes : honorary dedication to yuyu again n @elliesrosetoy ! (ily btoh) !! <3 + [m.list] + lowkey thinking of a pt3,, lmk tho!

update -> [pt.3] !! [series m.list]

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attleboy · 6 months

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how do u draw teefers like that

okay sticking the rest of my explanation under the cut because it's long but woooo mini-tutorial for cartoony teeth by someone who doesn't know how to explain things hope you're ready

things that i was too lazy add in but i think are still important:

NEVER be afraid to use references... if you can't figure out what you want, and googling stuff doesn't help, you can even go make faces at yourself in a mirror for a minute.

if you're not drawing in a realistic style, know when to add detail and know when to skip it. you don't usually need to outline each individual tooth unless the focus is on the mouth itself or you're going for a creepy effect... see the uncanny comment in the first slide

okay that's it uhhhh remember i'm not a professional? i just draw silly guys for fun don't take this as law or anything!!! have fun with it!!

#this was very much an excuse to put my thoughts together before i try to draw pomni going apeshit #i'm used to drawing animal teeth so drawing sharp teeth in a flat face is throwing me off... like where they go if no muzzle #anyway i think i've mostly got it now? still gotta figure out how her jaw works but hopefully you can benefit from what i've got so far #my tutorials #my art #ask response #chompni

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punkitt-is-here · 10 months

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How can I cultivate the same, "just keeping making stuff all the time" kind of energy you have? It's very impressive and something I wish I could do!

well, theres a couple reasons i think! one is that i just found ways to be satisfied with small amounts of work. its in part because of my ADHD, but my parents were always trying new things (motorcycles, leatherwork, acrylic paint, collage art, photography, video editing) so that definitely rubbed off on me; i had a great example of people just wanting to try stuff. i keep making stuff all the time because i love trying out new things; you don't have to be an expert to try something new! you just have to have a desire for it! wanna make a zine? google it! wanna write a comic? give it a shot! wanna get into woodworking? buy a carving knife and find a stick or something! i think theres plenty of ways to find entry points into interesting stuff and you gotta let yourself be okay with making shit that sucks just because its fun. which leads me to my second point!!

im okay with being dogshit at stuff! i try new things, i kind of suck at them, and i think it's either 1. cool that i made it this far or 2. kinda funny that this is what its like at the moment. i know that sucking is never permanent, everything can be improved with time, and rarely does anyone ever magically get good at something first try. i think of myself as a talented artist, but its over the course of 2+ decades of drawing; im always improving, and no matter what im going to find things i want to get better at, so why fault myself now for not being perfect? a couple of months ago i really wanted to try woodcarving, so i made spoon with my dad. did it turn out great? not really! you cant even use it as a spoon! but im glad i tried it, it was fun, i had a great time with my dad, and now i know a little bit more going in next time. the idea that you have to be perfect or make tangible progress every single time you try something new is a recipe for burnout. i promise you, it doesnt matter if something doesn't come out like God's Gift to Humanity! Did you have fun? did you learn something? are you satisfied in some small part? good!

(pictured: tha spoon)

last, im just really easy to please myself! I'll make a doodle or implement an idle animation in my game or color a piece and go "wow! thats so cool i did that :)" and it really is just a matter of realizing that its fucking COOL to create stuff, no matter how small! whatever you made didn't exist before you, especially in your own unique way, and now it does! doesn't that rule?! i'm obsessed with it! even if its just a stick figure, its a stick figure you made, and it wasn't there before. thats fucking awesome!!! art is so cool!!!! i think that being happy with small goals and victories is a great way of trying out new things and showing off cool stuff u made, no matter what skill level. :) this turned into a whole big thing, but i hope this helps! tl;dr is try things if they seem fun, be okay with not being good at them, and find stuff about it that makes you happy or satisfied!

#petegrammarman #my posts #asks #advice

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cieloclercs · 8 months

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Eternal life

Oscar piastri x russian figure skater

the ice queen — oscar piastri

pairing. oscar piastri x russian figure skater!reader

face claim. alina zagitova

warnings. swearing, google translate russian (im sorry), look guys i know the winter olympics were last year but for the sake of this they’re this year ok ?? 🙏 i used pictures from oscar’s sprint podium in spa for singaore (which obviously isn’t accurate plz overlook it hehe)

author’s note. hello anon! i hope you enjoy this, sorry it took so long ❤️

requests are still open for my 1k event! send something in if you’d like <3

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Hi :) can you do a meet cute with Nico? Like maybe they meet at a museum or something in NYC? I just have this thought that he’d love an art museum. And maybe she starts the conversation first about an art piece he’s been staring at for a few minutes?

disclaimer: i know nothing about art museums lol or art in general so anything here i googled

hope u like it!! i feel like there’s potential for a p2 so lmk

requests are open

he’s lost, that much you’ve gathered while watching him wander around the museum. most people come here for the quiet, besides the art.

you could spend hours staring at paintings and drawings, it’s your favourite thing to do when you visit the city. there’s just something about the peace and quiet that attracts you.

you’re also a people watcher. you like to study people as much as art, and there’s no better place to watch people than an art museum where they are all occupied. it’s probably a tad creepy, but you don’t care. especially since it’s led you to this guy.

there’s something about him that catches your eye, and it’s not just the lost gold retriever energy he’s giving off… there’s something else. you just can’t quite put your finger on it.

he’s been standing in front of a piece of art on the wall when you finally approach him.

“kenturah davis,” you say, feeling only slightly bad when he nearly jumps out of his skin.

he studies you for a moment before turning back to the black and white drawing of a woman.

“the artist?” he clarifies, tilting his head slightly as if it’s giving him a different view. “it’s not very colourful.”

“yeah, she works between los angeles, new haven, and chana,” you tell him and then look at him from the corner of your eye. “something doesn’t need to be colourful to be beautiful.”

“no,” he agrees. “it doesn’t.”

when he looks at you again, his gaze is more focused on you than the art around him. the corner of his mouth quirks up.

“have anymore interesting facts?” he asks, and offers his hand to you to shake. “i’m nico.”

you take his hand in yours, feeling the callouses. he definitely works with his hands but you still can’t figure out where you recognize him from. you’re tempted to ask his last name because maybe that would put the puzzle pieces together.

but you decide it doesn’t matter. so you introduce yourself and at the end of the day when he asks you to dinner, you realize it doesn’t bother you one bit.

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Evay QA Bulk Post 3

Here’s the latest assembly of asks, assorted by topics so you can browse only what interests you. Also, some questions refer to the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game I made, so to avoid spoilers for those of you who haven't played it, I put those asks all the way at the bottom. If you haven't played my game yet, please go play it!

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: E-vay may i ask which tablet mark do you use for your drawings?

And dreamylumi-art asked: Was wondering what is your favorite brushes In Procreate? Your drawings look so fun and bouncy that I’m interested in your process!

A: I use an iPad and I do all my drawings in Procreate now. I like to experiment with brushes, but the primary brushes I use come standard with Procreate. I use the "Procreate Pencil" for my sketches and the "Technical Pen" for linework :)

Anon asked: How are u and ur family doing? ❤️

A: You are so very sweet for asking ❤️ We're all doing really good right now. My dad's surgery went great and he's cancer free and fully healed. My mom is on medication that's helped her a lot. Things are also looking up for my younger sister (she even got engaged this Christmas!). I'm stressed but for good reasons hahaha I'm very thankful and counting my blessings right now.

twistedchaos101 asked: Hey, what’s your MBTI?

A: I just retook the test and I got "INFJ-T Advocate" for myself :)

karura-senpai asked: Have u ever heard of these new bollywood movies like Animal and Dunki which are popular rn around the world because of instagram reels and tiktok videos...

A: I can't say that I have, I'm sorry! My Tiktok FYP is very niche so I don't see many things about movies on there.

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I had not known about this before you told me! I just listened to it and I really loved it. It has that beautiful, 60's-Beatles feel to me. Thank you so much for point it out to me!

Anon asked: What's your creative process when going into writing / planning for a comic? Apologies if this has been asked before.

A: I normally start by just jotting down any super rough concepts/quotes in my notes app. If the piece I'm doing involves stuff I don't know by heart (renaissance clothing or certain landscapes or anything like that) I'll work on gathering a TON of resource images. That way I'm not interrupting my drawing process by repeatedly stopping to look up references. I try to do it all up front and have it saved somewhere I can easily access.

Once I have more time, I'll write out the script in a Google Doc. I break up the script by each panel. I won't always have all the elements ready in my head, and sometimes I'll combine panels or separate them more, but I can always adjust:

Once I have a basic script, I can start to rough out the drawings/panels. These are just gestural drawings; I'm not looking to do anything too detailed here. I'm trying to figure out what best captures the emotions/energy of the scene and determine the natural flow of where your eyes will want to read the art and word bubbles:

Then I move on to the "pencils." This is my opportunity to nail down the expressions and flow. Sometimes I'll realize the page is imbalanced so I will redesign the panels so it has more even weight distribution or make it more dynamic/emotional. I always draw the characters in different colors so it can help me make sure I know what lines belong to which character:

Then it's on to all the fun stuff: Lines, coloring, shading and adding text!

I hope this answered your question! It's pretty straight forward :)

Anon asked: have you ever watched the anime fairy tail? if no i think sonamy fits the main couple NaLu (natsu x lucy) really well, like as if they’re similar 🫶🏻

A: I'm sorry, I've never seen it! I don't watch much anime anymore.

Anon asked: Can you make different characters(aka people sonic characters/oc) in your own style

A: When I'm open for commissions, yes! I am not open for commissions at the moment but I plan on doing that this year.

MISC SONIC ASKS

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: I liked the relationship we saw between Longclaw and baby Sonic in the movie, but I consider the movie as something entirely separate from the game/comic canon. I don't include any of the movie elements as part of my AU.

essycogany asked: What do you like most about Prime!Sonic?

A: Hmm, I think my favorite thing about him is how open he is with his emotions. In this show, he's very verbal about how much he cares about his friends and he doesn't hide it when he's sad or upset about something. In other media, Sonic has a habit of masking his emotions. I get that that's part of his personality, but it's nice to see this different side of him. (I also like how he showed more emotions in Frontiers, too!)

juli071023 asked: e-vay, what motivates you a lot about Sonic these years, why do you love it a lot, what motivates you about that character?

A: In the words of Young Neil, 'that's kind of a big question' haha. Simply put, the franchise just fuels me with excitement and joy and love! The character Sonic represents happiness and freedom and living in the moment and loving life to the fullest and I think that's such a great outlook to have. From a meta standpoint, I love how good the Sonic Team is to us fans. They engage with us regularly and put out SO MUCH CONTENT for us, more than any other franchise I'm aware of! I mean there are plenty of other great IPs out there, but you don't get the bombardment of games and shows and comics and social media engagement (etc) that you get with Sonic. I just think that's so cool! The fans love Sonic so much and the creators know that and reward us for our commitment. It's awesome.

Anon asked: So who do you think would win in a fight between Mario and Sonic

A: I gotta go with my boy Sonic! But of course it's better when they team up :D

Anon asked: How do you feel about the Dadow theory/au? As in Shadow being Silvers Dad. I honestly like it a lot.

A: If they're related, I think it makes more sense for Shadow to be Silver's grandpa or great grandparent. I think there are plot holes to say that he's directly his dad but I'm definitely open to them being related. Plus I think people can headcanon/au just about whatever they want, so I'm not against that theory :)

Anon asked: Hi e-vay, I hope you’re having a great day!! My question is: if there were to be a Sonic movie that’s only about Sonic and the guys but they were all being played by human actors, which actors do you think would suit them best?

A: Thank you so much, I hope you are too! Oh man this was so difficult but I put a ton of thought into it. And I'm sure there are still tons of actors I'm not thinking of who would be better, but here's what my gut tells me: Older Sonic: Max Greenfield [x] [x] or Jack Quaid [x] [x]. They're so witty and handsome and are built like runners! Younger Sonic: Jack Dylan Grazer Older Amy: Alison Brie. Even if it wasn't a live action movie, I so desperately wish that Alison Brie could be Amy's voice actor. I'm actually working on an animation where Amy is paired with some Alison Brie lines because I think it's such a perfect fit. She's sweet and funny and strong and sexy. She's on the petite side but she has that confidence that just commands a room. Ugh, Amy and Alison are my dream women 💖 Younger Amy: McKenna Grace Older Tails: Justice Smith or Cole Sprouse Younger Tails: Noah Jupe or Jacob Tremblay. Sorry, I don't know many young actors but I think they're both great! Older Knuckles: Terry Crews or Jason Momoa Younger Knuckles: Tyler James Williams [x] [x] Shadow: Jensen Ackles or Michael B Jordan 💖Swoon💖 Older Rouge: Ana de Armas or Charlize Theron Younger Rouge: Jenna Ortega or Sophie Turner

Anon asked: How old are the sonic boom characters in your opinion?

A: Firstly, I've said this before but I don't think Mobian age works the same as human age. I consider the Sonic Boom characters as all being what we'd consider as late teens or young adults. They all act like me and my friends did when were were college age haha

Anon asked: What do u think tails looked/acted during puberty🙂

A: That's what Tall!Tails is all about! I think he shot up in height and outgrew Sonic immediately. Maybe he got a bit more snarky and might mutter about how annoying it is that Sonic doesn't think things through before acting, but Tails is a sweetheart and I think he'd overall still be nice even while he's in that awkward stage of life.

MY OCs/AU ASKS

@redbirduniverse13 asked: Hi i love your art 💖 My question is, are your characters aware that other versions of them exist?

A: Thank you so much! No, they aren't aware of any other versions of them out there. Ruff would probably be most hopeful to meet other versions of himself since he's into comic books and would love the concept of the multiverse.

twistedchaos101 asked: What's your ocs MBTI?

A: I have too many OCs to do all of them lol But I'll do it for Aurora and CC. As Aurora, the results from the test were: "ENFP-T Campaigner" As CC, the results from the test were: "INTJ-A Architect"

Anon asked: Question, how is Aurora able to glow ?

A: Aurora has photokinesis, which gives her the ability to manipulate light. This results in a lot of things she's able to do that involve light, but glowing is the easiest thing for her to do (and is the hardest for her to suppress lol). She was born with these abilities but they didn't manifest until she was about preteen age.

charlieangel345 asked: You know everytime I saw Aurora glow up, her photokinesis power changes color. It made me wonder if she feel happy, angry, or sad, her light power might change colors. I can imagine she can create rainbow light.

A: Absolutely! Her powers are severely influenced by her emotions, so the color of her glow would definitely change based on her feelings. I have her inhibitors glow green naturally, but she could do any color under the light spectrum.

freshcreationgarden asked: I like to think Aurora's favorite fairytale growing up was beauty and the beast. Something about a handsome prince who hides beneath a rough exterior who believes they are not worthy of love who is bound to a "Rose"

A: Oh that is just too sweet! That metaphor is very perfect for what I write for her romantic future ;) I have said in a previous ask that Thumbelina is her favorite fairytale, but I like your headcanon too!

Anon asked: Hi, something randomly popped in my head about like the comics of aurora and I wondered, has aurora ever gotten sick?

A: Of course! She's just a regularly lady so she gets sick like average people do. I see her as the type that doesn't get sick often, but when she does it LAAAASTS. (That's how I am and it sucks!)

Anon asked: I know this might be a weird question, but can it be possible if Aurora can do chaos control with a chaos emerald like Sonic and Shadow.

A: I'll be honest, because we don't know much about Chaos Emeralds, I don't know who is capable of using them or not. But because Sonic is capable of using Chaos Control, I'm going to say yes Aurora should be able to as well. I don't think it's a technique either of them can master like Shadow does. Chaos Control seems second nature to Shadow.

Anon asked: if we go by sonic underground lore imagine Aurora finding out that she's technically a princess/duchess. Like sonic always call her princess because that's what dad's typically call their daughters, but then she finds out and her mind just explodes.

A: Honestly, I'm not a Sonic Underground fan. I know a lot of people love it for the nostalgia, but I didn't watch it growing up so I don't have any ties to it and I am not a fan of the story. I'm okay if people want to headcanon tying it in, but it's not for me.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon said: Hi, so glad you’re back! Just reread Boom!Baby where Rouge mentions how hedgehogs have a lot of babies and I think it’s kinda funny in the future Shadow and Aurora have eight

A: Thank you so much, I'm so happy to be back! Yeah, Rouge really knew what she was talking about 😆 I bet she told Shadow the same thing when they were expecting!

Anon asked: Does aroura ever run into her ex again?

A: Aurora spends most of her life in a small bubble, rarely leaving her home town, so she would have run into him now and then. Again though, they were kids when they were "boyfriend/girlfriend" and you can hardly even call them that (Imagine like in the Barbie movie, how Ken and Barbie don't know what it means to be Girlfriend-Boyfriend) so it's not awkward running into each other. It's more of a "Hey there's that person I used to know"

prophecyhyper asked: When Aurora was born and Amy said "She's more perfect than I imagined" What did she imagine of Aurora looking like?

A: She didn't have an exact image in mind when she said that. It was more like an amorphous concept. You know somehow the baby will look like you and your partner, but there are so many different outcomes. So she would have daydreamed about all the possibilities: the baby looking more like Sonic, the baby looking more like her, maybe the baby having elements of their grandparents.

Anon asked: Will Sage exist in your AU?

A: Yes! I adore Sage!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: Hey Evay, I’ve been thinking about this lately. It’s kind of silly question. If there is a naughty and nice list, which of Shadora Kids is naughty or nice.

A: This was a great question and I'm so sorry I missed it before the holidays! This is all in fun, none of them got punished: Piper: Nice but ONLY after Santa had to give her a lecture on how she needs to not be a smartass and boss around her siblings Zane: Naughty (He did too many stunts indoors!) Nova: Nice Aster: Naughty (He and Blitz plotted to kidnap Santa) Blitz: Naughty (She finds it a point of pride) Diamond: Nice Cinder: Nice (He's scared of Santa) Boon: NICE! (He doesn't know the meaning of the word naughty!)

Anon asked: haven’t seen CC in a while, could we have more CC please

A: There will be more CC, I promise! :)

kbluetoons asked: Say, after reading your spindash lesson comic (which was really cute by the way), what if Aurora showed her kids how to spindash like how Sonic showed her?

A: Aw I'm so happy you liked it! Yes, learning to spin dash is vital to a hedgehog's upbringing ;) She'd teach them very young but then immediately regret it because they'd be spindashing all over the house. Now she knows why Sonic was so hesitant to teach her when she was little!

mod-bubamon asked: I know spooky season is over but how do cc and tails handle horror movies? Does cc Criticize every litter thing the protagonist do? Does tails even get scared after all he's been through? IF CC GETS SCARED DOES SHE HUGS TAILS TAILS FOR COMFORT??? THIS IS IMPORTANT

A: Hahaha I loved this question! First of all, Spooky Season is never over for me! ↜(ˈ╰ •ω•)╯ψ So bring on all your Halloweeny ideas! CC would not be fun to watch horror movies with. She would be overly analytical, not only of the actions that the victims are doing but how unrealistic the injuries/gore/battles are haha. I see Tails as someone who originally was afraid of scary movies, but watching them with CC has actually helped him to be less afraid of them. Now he spots the same flaws she does and they like to roast them together! Just to clarify -- CC does get scared of things, just not horror movies.

Anon asked: Hey, I rediscovered your art recently and almost forgot how much I loved it! I love CC and was wondering if you had any small head cannon kinda things you have for her and Tails you would share that you haven't already?

A: Well welcome back and thank you so very much! This question was not related to the previous question, but the previous question sparked an idea for me so I'm going to expand on it here. When Tails and CC first started watching horror movies together, CC noticed that Tails was super on edge. To help relax him, she'd take his tails into her lap and pet them to calm him down. He's not as scared of movies anymore, but he always has her stroke his tails while they watch shows together now :) Also, CC is still getting used to Mobian mannerisms and nuances. They've made a nightly routine where during dinner, she debriefs Tails on all the new conversations and interactions she's had with people and Tails scores her on how well she's adjusting. She likes the challenge and strives for a better "score" every day!

SHIPPING ASKS

essycogany asked: How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on.

A: It does my shriveled little heart so much good! I don't know that they'll ever cross that line in canon, but I love how much their relationship has evolved compared to years ago. It means the world to me that Sonic considers Amy as one of his best friends and as someone he can depend on (and is even willing to think about dating ((in reference to that cut dialog line from Frontiers)). And I love that Amy has proven that her feelings for Sonic are more than just a fan-crush; she genuinely loves him for who he is and will always be there for him. UGH IT MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE!

Anon asked: I just wanted to say that I love love love your sonamy works! :D Absolutely adorable (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Also, only if you want to answer ofc, what are your thoughts on the ship Metamy (Metal Sonic and Amy)? Thank you for the lovely food you bring and have a wonderful day!

A: Oh gosh, thank you so much! You just made my day wonderful by this sweet message! I do ship Metamy! After all, I believe in my heart of hearts that Sonic has feelings for Amy and Metal Sonic is supposed to be the same as him... ^_~ I think despite his transgressions, Amy has a special place in her heart for Metal. He's one of the reasons she even met Sonic in the first place! But what I'd prefer most is for Metal Sonic to have a Metal Amy. That way everybody wins 💕

Anon asked: Hi e-vay I love ur dr who art!! Question, do tenrose remind you of sonamy? Or do any characters or couples from the whoverse remind you of any sonic character or couples?

A: Ahhh thank you so much! I always thought my Doctor Who art got lost in the void so I'm so glad you found it! TenRose is my favorite DoctorWho ship, so I think by law I have to relate them to sonamy haha. But honestly I think RoryXAmyPond suits sonamy more if you reverse the roles. Rory's absolute dedication to AmyPond--regardless of death--was the definition of love, and that's how I feel Amy Rose is for Sonic. I can't think of any other ships that are good parallels. River Song reminds me of Rouge just that she's savvy and flirty. Forgive me, I stopped watching after Eleven regenerated so I'm not up to date on anything. If you don't like the Shadora ship then don't click this link, but I have drawn Aurora and Shadow as Ten and Rose before :)

Anon asked: Werehog Sonic and Werehog Amy kiss meme or a mini comic about both kissing in their werehog forms?

A: I kind of already drew that :) It's the 10th drawing in this post.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

penguin-evere asked: hello! this is my first time doing something like this. i've loved your art for a while now (probably since 2017-2018), and i love the new style you have! anyways, i wanted to ask if you've seen the frontiers twitter takeover, and the newfound information about shadow's secret like of some good ol' t. swizzle music, and was curious if aurora would be a fan too, and if they would go to a concert together! i think it'd be really cute.

A: Thank you so much! And I'm so relieved you still like my stuff even after all this time :) Aurora loves pop music and so yeah I could see her being a Taylor fan for sure. Although I don't take Swifty!Shadow as canon (lol) it is still fun to think they could bond over that music together!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: what was the shadora confession like? Cause I like to imagine that it was shadow who confessed and that he did it in the most dramatic way possible, cause he's our drama king.

A: I don't want to reveal too much until I've properly drawn it, but yes for my stories Shadow would confess his love first. He's technically loved her longer since he met her when she traveled back in time to save him so once they've "re-met" I don't think he'd be willing to hide his feelings too long. It's Shadow so of course it has to be so romantic and dreamy~!

ASKS RE: MY GAME

Anon asked: How did you make the Trick Or Sweet Halloween Game, can you show me what you used or did to make it? If you can do a step by step that would be helpful or just tell me how you did it that would be helpful:))

A: Oh man... Honestly, it was way too complicated of a project to explain in just one answer. And I won't be able to explain any of the technical/coding side. I watched so many tutorials but I just couldn't grasp it, so my husband had to code it for me and I have no idea how he managed it. From a non-technical standpoint, I had to first write out the script for it. That means writing out all the dialog and also writing out every option possible. Even though my game was fairly linear, this was still complicated to write. What helped me was using icons and colors to help me know which actions would lead to which outcomes:

Then came the longest part, the drawing! I had to draw a variety of sprites and backgrounds and objects. Also, some of the actions you take make certain items go away, so I had to remember to hide them depending on the path you took. Once I had all the elements, I assembled them in a Slides presentation to test it out. If you're not doing anything too complicated, you could probably get away with making your game entirely in Google Slides. Mine was too complicated and I wouldn't be able to publish it to my website but it was good for testing. When it was ready for build, I had to make a comprehensive guide for Ryan showing what clicks lead to where, what sound effects should be played when, when the music tracks should switch, etc:

He programmed it in Adobe Animate. I don't know how he did it, other than he's just a brilliant babe and I thank god for him lol

Anon asked: Just at a curiosity though, whatever happened to everyone (especially Sonic & Amy) AFTER your truth serum wore off from your ‘Trick or Sweet Adventure’? Also how about Shadow & Rouge? Did they get affected as well?

A: They lived happily ever after, of course! If the two just told each other how they felt then they'd be happy (in my opinion) so they just needed a little magical kick in the butt haha. I didn't have any plans for Shadow or Rouge, but if I could cast a spell to make them happy then I would give Rouge a throne of diamonds and Shadow the chance to ease the pain in his heart (Ｔ��Ｔ)

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince

—04. every finger, every sigh —word count: 6.8k —warnings: obvious sexual innuendos, implications, and mentions of sex. no smut. club activities, alcohol consumption. love, mackie... ok here's how this is going to work. if you don't read smut please feel safe to enjoy this chapter. if you do read smut, there is a link in the chapter to the nsfw cut. word count & warnings for that will be at the top of that post. I hope this works out for the majority of u guys... I want everyone to feel comfortable reading.

Chris peeks her head out around the sliding door into the bedroom, finds him sitting on the couch ready to go, scrolling through his phone and nodding along to the Carrie Underwood playlist playing from Chris’ phone in the bathroom. They’d had an impromptu dance party half an hour earlier to Cowboy Cassanova–hairbrush microphones and all–while Chris was doing her makeup. Charles butchered the chorus and stumbled to keep up with the verses, but he brought energy, and that’s all that matters. “Close your eyes!” She calls out to him.

“They’re closed,” he says, putting a hand over his eyes, peeking directly through his fingers.

“No, they’re not.”

“They are!”

“I’m looking at you.”

“Chris, Chris, Chris,” he laughs, closing his fingers over his eyes. “They’re closed.”

“Okay,” she says, stepping out from behind the door. The heels of her boots click across the floor with every step, coming to a soft stop a few feet in front of his seated position. She adjusts the strap of her bra and flattens down her dress, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Open.”

When she was packing for the trip, Charles had told her that they’d probably go out at least one night, that to be safe, she should bring a couple different outfits. Today, she’d settled on the most classic article of clothing in her wardrobe, a little black dress. Paired with a leather blazer to make it, as Hannah had said, “just a little classier,” she’s also got her full collection of jewelry on; from a string of pearls to her friendship bracelets. The star of the show, however, is her shoes.

Cowboy boots. Red cowboy boots. The pair has sat in the back of her closet for years now, barely worn in because where do you even wear a pair of firetruck red cowboy boots? She’s giddy about finally getting to wear them.

“Sacrément fille!” He exclaims, eyes trailing her entire figure as he stands.

“Shut up,” she laughs, shoving his shoulder away.

He grabs her wrist from the air between them on the recoil of the shove, pulls her close, almost flush against him and slinks an arm around her waist like it belongs there. It burns her entire body, him so close, looking at her like he does. She doesn’t know what to do with herself, wraps her arms around his neck like they’re going to slow dance at the senior prom.

“You don’t even know what I said,” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes. “The look on your face is as good as Google Translate.”

“I like the boots.”

“They’re red,” she smiles up at him, sticks her foot out to the side so he can see it without craning his neck, without having to step back from her. She knows that when he inevitably does step back, she’ll be chilled by the absence of his warmth. All this talk about her outfit, but she’s just his accessory. He looks annoyingly gorgeous, per usual, and entirely too kissable.

He nods. “I know.”

She’s struck with the urge to just stay. To slip the do not disturb hook over the door and stay in for the night. “You know what else is red?”

“Hmm?”

She raises her brows, smirks. Guess, she implies it all. Guess what else is red, Charles. He blushes as red as her boots, has to break his eyes from hers to roll them, shake his head and run his tongue over the front of his teeth with a chuckle.

“You’re trouble.”

“Mmhm,” she hums, standing on her toes to kiss him. His hand moves up her back, cups the back of her head and deepens the kiss. You’d think he was starved, the way he takes control of the kiss she’d initiated, pulls her to him. To him, to him. Close enough he could build a home in her mouth. She pulls back with a breathy laugh, sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to keep the smile from growing too giddy. “Let’s go,” she says, because if they don’t leave now she worries they won’t leave.

“Troublé,” he calls after her when she disappears into the bathroom to retrieve her phone.

“Charles,” she hums all singsongy. “I want you to speak to me like one of your American girls.”

– – –

They uber to the club with Joris and Arthur, who Chris is pretty sure are already half-drunk by the time they’re climbing into the black SUV.

“We got to get you laid tonight,” Arthur says, reaching his hands over the passenger seat headrest to give Joris an overdramatic shoulder massage.

“Do you want me to ‘have you met Ted’ him?” Chris asks. She’s met with a car full of confused eyes and a deafening silence. Bombed that one, Chris.

“Quoi?” Arthur asks. Joris shrugs.

“What is ‘have you met Ted?’” Charles asks with a gentle smile and patient eyes. She feels like one of her students, like she’s speaking a foreign language.

She opens her mouth to speak but just sighs. “I don’t… I don’t know how to explain it,” she says. “Just. I’ll get you someone tonight, don’t even worry about it.”

“I don’t need any of you to find me a girl,” Joris defends. “I can handle that all on my own.”

“Alright, mate,” Charles says, puts his arm around Chris’ shoulder and leans in to whisper, just for her, “Help him.”

– – –

There’s a whole group of drivers at the club they head to. Chris is still trying to learn their names, to match the names with the faces. She follows behind Arthur, walks in front of Charles, guided by his hands on her shoulders through the crowd. He calls out greetings to the drivers as he passes, until she’s flashing the stamp on her hand and being ushered into a section with even more drivers. Pierre and his girlfriend, Kika, Charles makes the introductions. Lando, Carlos and Isa. “Esteban et Elena arrivent,” Pierre relays to Charles with an eye roll. Charles smiles, pats Pierre on the shoulder.

“Vous pouvez être gentil,” he quips.

Little time is wasted in getting drinks in their hands, in running the bill of whoever’s paying for the table.

Chris is a puppet and her whiskey sour is the strings, sipping from a glass that never empties, the bottle girl’s ratio caring less about her sobriety and more about racking up the bill. The strobe lights are half-blinding, liquor erasing the threat of a headache.

She moves with Charles and his fingers splayed over her hips, the force of him a greater pull than the soul-shaking beat could dream of being. He’s hot. Hot and sweaty and half of it has to be hers. The blazer and bag are long abandoned on a chair over there, or maybe it’s over there, who knows anymore? The straps of her dress barely conceal her bra strap and she’s paranoid about it the entire time they’re dancing, constant adjustments with every clap of the men huddled around the DJ booth.

One of the girlfriends, the young one, Chris can’t remember her name, steals her away for a round of shots. She doesn’t ask what it is, downs it without a chaser and it’s smooth in a way only the expensive stuff can manage.

“I love your boots!” Kika speaks. Kika! That’s her name. Kika, Kika, Kika, remember it, Chris, remember it. Her accent is thick and unplaceable over the music, even as she speaks inches from Chris’ ear.

Chris laughs. “Thank you!”

“You have to send me a link!”

“I’m so sorry!” She apologizes directly into Kika’s ear, the two girls with a gentle hold on each other’s forearms while they speak, anchoring each other in place amongst the packed section. “I have no clue where I got them.”

When Chris does turn back around to make her way back to Charles, he’s nowhere in her sightline. There’s not enough room for him to have vanished, he’s got to be hidden by someone’s body. Maybe he’s found her blazer. She sits with Kika for a while, the two girls exchanging compliments every time the conversation needs to change topics. They go on like that until more people, the other girlfriend’s she’d been introduced to… Elaine and Emma? She knows she’s not close.

“We’re going to the bathroom,” one of them says. “Come with?” Her eyes dart between Kika and Chris. Both girls nod and join the train to the bathroom. On the way through the group–I’m going to find Lily, someone says–Chris spots Charles again.

They brush past each other with a shared smile, a wordless exchange that he still manages to slur, blown pupils boring into her. If Chris thought she could stop and talk, she’d be asking Charles what the girls’ names are. There isn’t time for that, though. Someone really needs to pee. Elena. Elena really needs to pee. Elena, Elena, Elena.

“Isa!” Elena calls out to the other. Isa, Isa, Isa. Good, now she knows everyone’s name again.

“I’m getting Lily!” Isa responds.

Chris has no idea who Lily is, much less where she is, so she continues following behind Kika and Elena to the bathroom line. There’s eleven people ahead of them in line and Elena looks like she might have to pee on the floor.

The line moves quickly, though, and before they know it they’re bursting through the door and giggling at the speed of Elena’s heels on the floor. “Dio mio,” she says, the stall door clattering shut.

“So, Chris–it’s Chris right?” Elena asks through the plastic of the stall.

“Yeah.”

“Chris,” she laughs. “How did you meet Charles, anyway?”

She checks herself out in the vanity mirror. Her lipstick is smudged. She wonders where on Charles she lost it. “Uhm,” she hangs on the sound, making a half-hearted attempt at fixing the smear. “We met at COTA,” Chris explains, going into one of the stalls and grabbing a shred of toilet paper. “At the grand prix.”

“Oh, my God!” Elena exclaims. “You’re the girl Isa heard about!”

“What?!” Chris laughs. People are hearing about her. Stay cool. You’re so cool, Chris.

“Yeah,” she says, and the toilet flushes. She resumes her sentence when she re-enters the bathroom. ”Carlos told Isa about some girl Charles was fucked about.”

Simultaneously, Isa, and who Chris’ master deduction skills lead her to believe is Lily, enter the bathroom, the latter flipping off someone in line. “I told you, my friend is throwing up in there!” She yells and the group already in the bathroom goes cricket silent. Lily’s demeanor instantly changes when the door closes behind them. “Anyways,” she smiles.

“Well,” Kika says, laughing and turning back to Chris, “I knew all about you,” she says. “Charles and Pierre love gossip.”

“Oh my god!” Lily exclaims, “you’re Charles’ girl?” Chris can feel herself blush, hopes that it can be masked by the flush of the sweat and the liquor. She’s not his girl, but she doesn’t hate the way it sounds. No, she doesn’t hate it at all. “Wait. Are you guys like together, together?” Lily asks.

“No,” Chris smiles, but you can keep calling me his girl. I won’t stop you. “We’re just… hanging out? I dunno, it’s weird because it’s all long-distance.”

“But you like him a lot?”

“Yeah.” Blushing. Harder. “A lot.”

“Ugh,” Isa groans. “Charles is such a sweetheart, you guys are adorable.” Chris thanks her meekly.

“He’s not looking at you very sweetheart-like tonight,” Kika quips with a silly giggle. “He can’t keep his eyes off you.”

“Or that dress,” Elena adds.

“Fuck me eyes, for sure,” Lily says, bursting into laughter. Chris is redder than her boots now, surely.

“Guys, guys,” Kika breaks through her laugh. “We’re embarrassing her.”

Lily complains the entire walk back to their sections that she can’t stay with them. She’s with Alex, in Max’s section, in the Redbull section. She makes Isa and Elena promise to text her about any and everything exciting that happens. They get back to their table just in time for the show, for the bottle girls with their lights and sparklers and thousands of dollars worth of liquor and their giant signs. Chris can hear Pierre’s laugh over everything, can hear Charles’ Fuck you, mate, followed by a laugh of his own. When the girl holding the sign finally turns, Chris chokes on a giggle. GET ‘EM NEXT YEAR CHAMP, the sign reads.

She can feel eyes on her. Charles, she hopes. Charles, she can’t find in the chaos. When she does spot him, half-dead sparkler still in his hand, head drunkenly bobbing along to the beat, he’s looking right at her, grins a stupid grin and winks.

They go on like that for some insufferable amount of time, catching each other’s eyes across the crowded section, never once managing to bump into each other. She doesn’t know about him, but every time she decides enough is enough, becomes all too aware of his eyes and the way that they never seem to be off her, chooses to take matters into her own hands, she’s stopped short by someone who wants her to take a photo of them or take a shot with them or sit and chat with them.

She finds her blazer and bag in the mess, turns around and is finally running into him. “Qu'est-ce que ç'est?” He asks, pointing to the glass in her hand. She’s almost positive that even if she did speak French, she wouldn’t be able to make out his question.

“Wh…” she takes a shot in the dark, makes an assumption with the point to the glass and the quirked brow. “Water.”

“Water,” he sighs out into a pout, snaking his arm around her waist, swaying drunkenly with her. She laughs at their differences in sobriety. He laughs when she does. “No fun.”

“You should drink some,” she says, “if you’re plannin’ on getting any tonight.” She’s just as bad as he is, just tipsy enough that her accent gets thicker, her annunciation fading away into the thump of the bass.

“I can’t hear you,” he shakes his head, dropping it down to her mouth in an attempt to gain some clarity. Chris rolls her eyes. Must she do everything?

She pulls him impossibly closer, hand on the back of his neck, undoubtedly leaving a lipstick smear on his ear. “Do you want to have sex tonight?”

His head whips up quicker than she thought the liquor would allow. He’s looking at her, looking into her, lips so close she can almost feel them kissing her and she’s supposed to not kiss him?

He tastes like his drink and laughs into her mouth, digging his fingers into the fabric on her hip. “Yes,” he says, crystal clear.

“Then sober up, Bud,” she says, gives him a solid pat on the chest. He nods, swallows hard and stands up stick-straight to salute her. She laughs like it’s the funniest joke she’s ever been told and pushes him away, off into the direction of the table itself and the water that sits atop it.

It’s forty-five minutes and three glasses of ice water later that she’s telling him to order the Uber, another ten before they’re abandoning Arthur and Joris somewhere and leaving the rest of the group with an Irish goodbye. Chris never does fulfill her promise to get Joris laid. Fifteen more minutes of Charles and his roaming hands in the backseat of the car, Chris somehow finding the restraint to giggle each time, to tell him with every kiss, every touch, wait. Wait until we’re at the hotel.

“Do you want people to know you’re here?” Charles asks.

“What?” She asks, instinctively following his eyeline to a group of men waiting outside the hotel entrance. They’ve got their phones out, one of them with a Ferrari cap on, the others decked out in different team merch, and their eyes dart around like a driver is going to manage to teleport past them. “Not really.”

She sinks into her seat while Charles chats with the Uber driver. They speak in English, but Chris doesn’t hear much of it. She’s too busy staring at the four boys just meters away.

“Are you alright?” Charles asks, and she’s back in the car.

“Sorry,” she says. “What are we doing?”

“I’m getting out now, he’s going to take a lap and then you’ll get out,” Charles explains. “Are you alright, though?”

She nods. “Yeah.” It’s a reminder to her, and a glaring one at that, of what this all is. She keeps allowing her brain the leniency to forget that he’s someone to a lot of people, that he isn’t just Charles, the guy she’s hanging out with. “I’m good.” He pauses with raised, unconvinced brows. His eyes search hers for the truth and are met with a nearly imperceivable nod, a silent, stoic confirmation that he can step out of the vehicle.

The car is silent on the long lap around the hotel. She can hear the parking lot pebbles under the rubber of the tires, the breathing pattern of the driver, her own heartbeat. It’s the kind of quiet that makes everything else loud.

The guys are still there when she does climb out of the car, geeking out in a language she doesn’t speak and can’t identify. She bites down hard on a smile and ducks into the building, finds him waiting for her–nervous eyes and all–leant against the wall beside the elevators.

“Good?” He asks, standing up straight, holding his hand out to find hers, pushing the elevator doors open button with the other.

“Great,” she lets her smile speak, interlocks their fingers like it’s her favorite thing to do. The doors ding, open, and they step inside. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I don’t,” he says. An obvious lie.

“I like being your little secret.”

“Oh, do you?”

Chris nods, links her arms around his neck and moves so that she’s flush against him. Close, close, close. They’d spent far too much of the night away, far too much of the weekend. Nothing is close enough, not with implication in the air, not with fabric between them. She kisses him, hums the buzz of their energy. “Your dirty little secret,” she whispers into the breath between their parted lips.

His hands slip inside her blazer, run along her sides over the fabric of her dress. “Fuck,” he mutters through a chuckle, droping his head to kiss her neck, to mark every possible space between her clavicle and her lips as his. She’s more than happy to let him, to be claimed by him. Take me, have me. Please–make me yours. “You make me crazy,” he says between kisses, with a lazy laugh against her skin that she wants to taste, to swallow up with the rest of him. He kisses her hard, stumbling until they find their footing in the middle of the elevator.

The doors open with another ding and he jumps back from her, stares at his shoes, scratching the back of his neck, running his hand over his hair. Chris can see the blush on his ears, a giggle escaping her lips when she’s met with two strangers glancing up from their phone just long enough to trade places.

It’s silent, dead but for the poorly choked laugh from Chris.

“Shut up,” Charles whispers as they walk down the hall. The moment the elevator doors shut behind them, she’s smacking her hand over her mouth, laughing loud and achingly into the skin. “It’s not funny,” he says, but it’s breathy and full of his own laughter. When they’ve made it all the way to their room door without quelling the giggle-fit, when Chris’ inability to stop laughing becomes funnier than what she was laughing about in the first place, Charles laughs out a simple, “stop?”

She straightens while he holds the keycard over the lock, looks at him with a forced frown, fighting hard against their own upturned corners, a quivering bottom lip holding back the floodgates of her laughter. “Make me.”Make her, he does–pushing open the door with his back, finding her wrist and pulling her inside. He doesn’t have to pull–you don’t have to pull. I’m following. He tries to swallow her laugh but then she’s the one pulling, disappearing down the short hall into the suite, a knot of giggles and implication and excitement and everything, everywhere, all at once ties itself around her insides at the sound of his feet behind her.

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They sleep in late Monday morning, and Chris needs little convincing to order room service instead of trudging down to the lobby, hangover and all. Chris can stay in bed all day watching TV. Something from Netflix, English audio with French subtitles that took her eleven minutes to find. Charles, who hasn’t been mindful about keeping his things tidy, has to get out of bed earlier to start gathering his things and packing up his bags.

She reads her book, spends half of the time re-reading the same page because she keeps getting distracted by the shirtless man walking around the room. She hopes he isn’t paying too much attention to her, that he isn’t realizing she hasn’t turned a page in fifteen minutes.

“Do you know how long the flight is?” She asks over the edge of the page.

“Didn’t you come from Nice?” He asks, folding a Ferrari polo at the edge of the bed.

“No, Paris.”

His brows raise. “Why did you do that?”

She laughs. “You’re the one who booked the flights.”

“Well,” he matches her chuckle. “Why did I do that to you?”

– – –

The plane leaves at 12:30 in the afternoon. A private charter, a full flight; Chris and Charles and his family and Andrea and Joris and Nicolas. It’s her first introduction to the last, who finds his seat at the back of the plane with Andrea.

Chris grades papers for the first half of the flight–instinct at this point every time she steps onto a private plane. She’s sat across from Pascale and Charles, next to Arthur. Lorenzo naps, sprawled out across three seats and knocked out cold. When she finishes the geography worksheets, Pascale is reading a book and the boys are playing chess. She watches their game intently, studying the board and the boys’ moves. Charles moves his king back diagonally, leaves it hesitantly in d2. Arthur counters ,moves his bishop from e6 to d7. Charles, with the king again, is running from Arthur. D2 to c2.

Chris is not, under any circumstances, a chess prodigy. She does, however, have a repetition-based memory system, and has watched her older sister Chandler play a million and one solo games over the years. She knows the game well enough to see something Arthur–for whatever reason–doesn’t.

In his infinite wisdom, his fingers hover over his bishop, Chris watches on as he inches closer and closer to an error. She can’t help herself, the competitiveness taking over. She reaches over his arm, picks up his rook and moves it forward a space. He looks at her confused, but she gestures for him to come closer. “Fool's mate,” she whispers, and Arhtur’s eyes dart to the board, back to Chris just as confused as they’d started. “Promote your rook, then e1 to b1.”

Charles is looking at her with a confused smile, mouth ever so slightly open. “What do you see?”

“You, losing,” she says, sitting back in her chair to watch Arthur beat him.

“Yeah,” Arthur nods, wags a taunting finger at Charles. “You, losing.”

Charles ignores his brother, keeps his eyes on her. “You play chess?”

“There are a multitude of things you don’t know about me,” she says, and it all feels so familiar. Familiar and familial and like finding the perfect skipping rock at the lake.

“Please, tell me all of them.”

“Oh, mon dieu!” Arthur interjects. “Get a room!”

Charles kicks him under the table, pretends to have an itch on his face to get away with flipping off his kid brother. Chris laughs softly at the whole interaction, adjusts in her seat and looks up just in time to catch Pascale’s glance over the top of her book. “Is it a good read?” She asks, “I’m always looking for new books to add to my list.”

Pascale smiles, sets the book page down on the table. “You are a big reader?”

“Oh, yeah,” Chris nods. “Almost every night before bed.”

“That’s wonderful! I wish these boys would read more."

“I read,” Charles defends, finally making his move. King, c2 to c3. Exactly what she knew he’d have to do.

“What do you read?” Pascale asks Charles.

“F1 gossip,” Arthur chimes in.

“Arthur.”

“Maman.”

“Go back to your game. Chris and I are trying to have a nice conversation."

“You brought us into it,” Charles mumbles, scanning the board.

“I,” she sighs, shakes her head and shares a laugh with Chris. “Yes,” she says, “To answer your question, yes. It’s very good. You can borrow it when I finish if you’d like.”

“Oh,” Chris smiles, catching Charles staring in his peripheral vision. “I uh, I can’t read French,” she admits, and the language barrier feels so much bigger to overcome than it ever has. It’s glaring at her like an angry elephant.

Pascale nods. “Make Charles read it to you.”

They land in Nice, France at 6:10 in the evening. Exhausted, they say their goodbyes to Nicolas, who is taking another flight to Paris. The rest of them are led through the airport’s back hallways to the helicopter pad, where they take a seven-minute ride to Monaco.

“Have you ever been in a… one of these?” Arthur asks.

Chris nods. “My brother has his pilot’s license.”

In a parking garage beside Monaco’s own private helicopter pad, they say their goodbyes to each other. Chris lingers behind Charles, but Pascale meets her with open arms before hugging her own son, pulls her tight. Tighter than she did the first time they met.

When she does hug Charles, they have an exchange in rapid French.

“C’est une chérie,” Pascale says.

Charles nods, sighs out a chuckle. “Je sais.”

“Est-ce que je vais la revoir?”

“Je l’espère.” Charles’ eyes keep darting over to Chis, bouncing back to his mother each and every time Chris is staring back at him. “Est-ce que tu l’aimes elle?”

Pascale smacks Charles’ shoulder playfully, gives him two kisses on either cheek. “J’aime tous ceux qui te font sourire.”

– – –

His apartment, just like every single other thing she’d seen since touching down in the country, permeates wealth. It feels almost fake, like she’s been transported into a movie set or a plastic doll house. Everything is so incredibly perfect–the streets are without potholes, the sidewalks without cracks, the buildings without dirt. The cars are worth more than she is and all of the shrubbery is perfectly manicured. Places like this don’t exist, not in real life, and yet here she is being driven around the streets of the Twilight Zone and staring out the window like a kid in a candy store.

The walls of his complex are carefully decorated with artwork–the abstract kind that nobody really understands but everyone knows costs a fortune. The floors are marbled and the walls are marbled and everything is so clean and shiny and perfect. So perfect it’s practically illness inducing, and he’s here. She’s here with him.

They squeeze into a small elevator with their suitcases, one that definitely would not pass building regulations back home. More marble. More shine. A big, floor to ceiling mirror.

She’s so exhausted. So, so spectacularly tired. She leans against him like a stiff board, forehead against his chest while he chuckles, pets her hair. “I have never been more tired in my life.”

“It’s the jet lag,” he offers.

“I fell asleep six hours ago and woke up in a simulation.”

“You want to do nothing all night?” Charles asks. Chris nods against him.

She’s pretty sure there is gold in the marble. “How much do you pay to live here?”

“A lot,” he mutters. She doesn’t need elaboration.

His apartment tour is top-tier, a potential new wonder of the world. This is the bathroom, this is the picture in the dining room that everyone hates, these are the fake flowers on top of the forty thousand piano–Chris plays a couple notes as she walks behind him through the different rooms. This is the nearly empty wine fridge, all of the bottles are unopened. “I don’t drink wine,” he says. And this, this is the bedroom.

She flops onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. It’s like being suffocated by a cloud of comfort and warmth and sleep. She doesn’t stay for long because she knows if she does she’ll be asleep until morning.

You’d think it was an established, well-oiled routine, the ease at which they navigate the evening. Because Charles, as he tells Chris, doesn’t “really keep food around the house,” they’re stuck with takeout. He translates a menu from his phone only to scroll another couple pages down and find a menu already completely in English.

Charles settles on Seafood Linguine and Chris the Tuna steak with a side of grilled asparagus. She showers while he gets the food, washes the travel grime and the Abu Dhabi dust down the drain. He wins the race to finish the task at hand, a quiet knock on the bathroom door before she hears it creak open. “Food is here,” he says, and she watches the last of her conditioner spin away into the drain.

They eat in the dining room, beside a off-puttingly large photograph of a man whose backstory Chris is too apprehensive to question. Charles is still in the same clothes he’s been wearing all day, and she’s sure he feels coating in a thick layer of sludge from all the altitude changes and recycled, stale air. She sits across from him in pajamas, sweatpants that she couldn’t place the origin of and a heather gray sweatshirt, RES Tigers printed across the front of it in a combination of big red block letters and black cursive. The ends of her hair stain the fabric a dark gray everytime she moves a piece of it.

“I know what we should watch,” he says, around a forkful of her asparagus.

“Hmm?” She hums, mouth full, reaching for her water glass.

“You cried about it.”

She chuckles. “I cry about a lot of movies.”

“You cry for a lot of things. Not specific to movies.”

Chris shrugs. “Guilty.”

“You were having a ‘movie day,’” he says, reaching across the table for his phone, his other hand, fork still between his fingers, feigns quotation marks. He scrolls quickly on the screen. “You say, ‘Jih-ordie makes me cry.’”

When met with her puzzled look, wiping her mouth with a napkin, he turns the phone for her to see. “Oh, Gordie. You want to watch Stand by Me?”

Chris reaches her fork over, stealing a bite of his pasta. “I do not think I have seen it, to be honest,” he says, and she thinks that’s obvious enough by the fact that he mispronounced the main character’s name thirty seconds earlier.

“Well,” she chews, covering her mouth with her hand to block the view of it. “We have to watch it, then.”

Chris, after seven intense minutes of bickering, convinces Charles to let her do the dishes. You still haven’t showered, she argues. It’s my house, he reasons to no avail. His first taste or arguing with an Elliott and he can’t even make it ten minutes without conceding to her.

It takes her longer than it should take any one person to wash a couple of plates and two sets of silverware, but he has a lot of kitchen cabinets and a lot of drawers and she’s opening half of them to try and find the dishes’ homes.

Back in her Georgia home, up the long driveway and inside the purple door, if you make a left at the first doorway you’ll find a green couch, a tall bookshelf, and an antique piano. She’s been learning how to play for what feels like forever, now. What started as a housewarming gift from her grandparents that had sat untuned in their spare bedroom from a time long before Chris, it has become an annual resolution to eventually learn to play. It’s made of softwood and is chipped, scratched, well loved and well played and nowhere nearly as nice or expensive as the upright Steinway sitting in front of her now.

She toys with the keys, looks around the instrument for any sheet music but finds none. Instead, she looks up some basic songs on her phone, sets it on the shelf and begins to play–painfully slow. Each time she tries to pick up the pace, she misses a note or her finger slips and she shakes her head softly, chuckles at her own missteps. It’s a beautiful song, perfectly tuned with keys that would never dream of sticking. It makes her sound so much better than she really is.

“You didn’t tell me you play?” Charles peruses, his feet creaking across the hardwood floors, his presence making the room that much warmer.

“I don’t.”

“Liar,” he says, kisses the crown of her head. He smells clean, like eucalyptus and mint the color blue and April. He reaches behind the piano, between the window and the instrument and pulls out a folder, a piece of paper ripped from a notebook, and hands it to her. “Can you read this?”

She takes it from him, reads it over slowly. It’s sloppily written sheet music, scribbled out in pencil with three eraser tears and a dozen marks on the first page alone. At the top, scribbled in what she assumes is French: la chanson de Charles. “Yeah.”

“Play it?” He asks, already moving to the dining table to get a chair, to pull it up and watch the show. She nods, moves her phone to the bench and sets the papers on the shelf and plays it. Poorly, but played through nonetheless.

“It’s so sad,” she says. He chuckles. “Did you write this?”

He nods through a yawn, stands up to put the chair away. “It is something I’ve been working on. My brother wrote the music because I just play by ear.”

Her face contorts into a foul mix of disbelief and concern. Who the heck plays Piano by ear, she thinks. “This is really good, Charles,” she says. She flips through the pages again, reads them carefully.

“It’s messy,” he moves past her, his fingers tracing her back, shoulder to shoulder as he walks by into the living room and lands on the couch with a soft thump. “I am going to take a nap, and you just keep playing. Work out the mess, maybe.”

He realizes quickly that he’s never going to be able to watch this movie again without thinking of the woman under his arm. For the rest of time, no matter what happens, when he thinks about this movie he will think of her.

She makes it a whole ten minutes before she’s sniffling. They're going on about the importance of a lucky cap and she’s crossing her arms over her chest. He smiles, because sometimes watching her exist is like watching a puppy be perfectly and irresistibly adorable, and then he kisses her hair.

Charles wishes he could ignore the parallels, but they’ve always hit like a punch to the gut–no, no–it’s always been more like getting the wind knocked out of you on the playground as a child. Like you can’t breathe for a minute, but being able to stop breathing all together is never really presented as an option, so. You just have to open your lungs again.

The main character, Gordie, is in a petrol station or market or maybe it’s supposed to be both. Anyways, he’s there and he’s buying food and the clerk is just going on and on about the poor kid’s brother; about how much they look alike and all the potential that went into the ground some time ago.

Yeah, the Jules comparisons are a lot like getting the fucking wind knocked out of you.

She cranes her neck up to look at him like she knows something he hasn’t told her. “Y’okay?” She asks, and when his eyes snap down from the screen to meet hers, he realizes he’s been squeezing her hand. He was telling her something he hadn’t told her–silently, unconsciously.

Chris, he’s come to learn in the past thirty-five or so minutes, talks during movies. She talks a lot during movies. Let me know if you get confused, she’s said… three times now. She seems to be a never-drying well of trivia for the film, from this is why they chose a Yankees cap to there is a Simpon’s parody of this scene, she doesn’t shut up. Honest to God, the best he can do is half-listen, especially if he hopes to understand any of the actual plot.

He feels a wet drop hit his hand near the hour mark during what even he can admit is quite the emotional scene. She sits up shortly after to properly wipe the tears from her face. “Are you okay?” He asks through a chuckle, sitting up, flat hand rubbing circles on her back.

She shakes her head, speaks with a fragile tremble in her tone, “No,” she bites down on the inside of her cheek and her eyes look anywhere but at him.

Charles pauses the movie.

“That teacher is so screwed up!” She continues.

“I know,” he says, and his heart breaks with the shudder of her breaths. This is the first time he’s been faced with her crying. Sure, he’s got the voice memos and the pictures and the videos of her crying across the world over books and movies and television commercials with homeless dogs. He’s never sat there, though, never had to stare down her heartbroken eyes and figure out a way to fix them.

“He’s just a kid,” she sniffles, wipes her eyes once more and takes a deep, heavy breath. She reaches for the remote, settles back into her spot on the sofa and unpauses it. “It just makes me sad.”

“I know,” is all he knows to say. Validate, even if he thinks her emotions are a bit silly. It’s what he’s supposed to do, it’s what a boyf- it’s what a good person is supposed to do. She leans against him, snuggles into him like he’s a pillow or a favorite blanket and he only hopes she isn’t embarrassed about crying, that he’d been able to be a little more emotionally intelligent in calming her down.

You know what, no. It is a boyfriend thing to do. It is. He wants to do boyfriend things without doubting they’re boyfriend things. He wants her to know that a physical display of how much she cares for other people isn’t going to drive him away, that it’s actually horribly, disgustingly endearing. He wants this to have a label, to have the security of a title. “Chris,” he starts, and he’s surprised he isn’t going to think about it all for longer than a moment.

“I’m okay.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She whips her head to face him in the dark living room, in the soft shadows of the television screen lighting. He’s looking right at her, into those fucking eyes that are never not driving him insane. “Are you just asking me so that I stop crying?” She asks.

He shakes his head, doesn’t even entertain the idea with a laugh. “No.”

“You know this is, like, our first date, right?”

He rolls his eyes. “This is at least our third date,” he replies, feeling he’s being conservative about what a ‘date’ can be considered when you live on opposite sides of the globe. It’s definitely been more than three.

“You’re wrong about that.”

He counts them out to her on his fingers. “COTA. Club. Right now.”

She matches his gesture. “First time we met. We were drunk. Right now. I mean, maybe if we count all the times we talk–”

“Chris.” Answer the fucking question.

“What?”

“Fine,” he concedes, even though he’s definitely right. “One date. Question still stands.”

She smiles, giggles to herself and if she would just give him an answer he could kiss her. “Yes,” she finally says, thumb on his chin. “I’ll have you all to myself, Charles Leclerc,” she whispers into his lips and beats him to the kissing punch.

He smiles out of it, “Already had me, Christyn Elliott.”

“Oh,” she pouts. “Well, then, maybe I'll have to reconsider,” a dumb smile pulls on her entire face, illuminating it in a childish way that he can only roll his eyes at. “Kidding,” she reassures with a hand on his chest. “Totally kidding.”

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Rania !! Who do you think is the "my gf is mad at me I wanna die" kind of bf in svt and why do I already see mingyu and dokyeom in it ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ (tbh I kinda see hoshi and dino do that also)

PLS I LOVE THIS QUESTION !! also lovely anon pls lmk if u want to have an emoji or something i love seeing u pop up in my inbox <3 is it funny i can tell who u are from the cute emoticons 😭😭 at least i think its coming from the same person oops... anyways i hope i do answer this question right i feel like i didn't lmao

i think my top contenders for this is def dokyeom, mingyu, and hoshi. dino is a candidate but i think it depends on the situation or his mood tbh, and he can be that way if he rlly wants to ykyk

dokyeom is an overthinker (same w me tbh), and this poor boy immediately thinks worst case scenarios if you were mad or upset at him with something either big or small, joke or not. and he's pretty sensitive so it doesn't rlly help his case yk. you can probably be on your period or something and he doesn't know but he would still be like "why is she so upset with me?? i didn't do anything wrong, did i?" "are we breaking up?? if we're breaking up then something should have happened right?" he'd want to go on his knees to apologise for whatever but he's a bit Too scared. is literally melting into his own body n fidgeting just o v e r t h i n k i n g. someone save him pls

mingyu does it for pity points i swear. if it's something small and not serious he would literally be like "yah are you trying to kill me? I was two seconds away from having a heart attack!" but if it's something more serious and let's say mingyu had done something (like idk, hog the blankets all night kinda deal) and you're mad and ignoring him, he is literally going to be All up in your business. he's going to try and pry open your crossed arms, swing his legs over you so he could cuddle you to make you feel better, ANYTHING. "baby,, you're killing me here from you just ignoring me" :( his heart is aching and literally in pain when you're mad at him. it doesn't help that he devotes his entire being and soul to you and is very whipped. so anytime you're mad it feels like a gunshot to his heart

hoshi is kinda like a combo of the two, but unlike dokyeom he goes to lengths to figure out why you're mad yet DIRECTLY avoid asking you because he's a bit (very) ... intimidated. he can be asking his own members or searching freakin google to find his answers. he would google something like: "my s/o is mad at me and i have no idea what to do" and he would find answers on reddit or quora help. and he might get a lil frustrated and atp accept his fate. the longer you're mad and ignoring him literally feels like him getting shot with an arrow for every hour that passes. gives you a pouty face so you can see what he feels like and hopefully feel bad for ignoring him :((

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summary: in which jungkook loves much harder than orpheus.

> fluff, angst kinda / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: mentions of death ! if u don’t know the story of orpheus and eurydice, u can read a quick summary on google :]

note: helloooo everyone !! i’ve always been v fascinated w greek myth so i thought why not try writing a drabble around it and this came out soooo . hope you enjoy ! feedback is always appreciated <3

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“baby? i still can’t sleep.”

you’re not sure whether it’s a yawn or a sigh that you forcefully stifle.

“want some wine?” you suggest with your eyes closed, silently praying that he says no because the bed is too comfortable and warm that the mere thought of climbing down from it already has hot tears forming behind your eyelids.

“not in the mood.” jungkook pouts, turning over to his side to face you. he folds his arm to put it under his head, the other moving to tenderly caress your hair.

“warm milk for my baby boy?”

he makes a noise of disagreement, bordering to a whine. he shifts closer to carefully lift your head so he can slide in his arm underneath, making it your pillow. “don’t feel like waking up again after two hours to pee.”

you snort out a laugh at his words. it’s past three in the morning, and you’re half awake, dipping in and out between unconsciousness and reality. naturally, a person turns restless when they’re having a hard time falling asleep. that’s why sharing a bed with your partner means the both of you will stay awake, or so you’ve learned.

you melt in your boyfriend’s embrace, hanging your arm over his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest, almost purring in contentment.

“sometimes it feels like i’m living with a cat instead of my lover.” he chuckles, stroking the back of your head fondly as you continue moving around.

“i want to be a cat in my next life.” you murmur with a sigh, relaxing once you deem yourself satisfied.

“is that so?” he beams at the new learned information. “then i’ll still be a human, so i can take care of you again like this.”

“sounds nice.” you hum at the thought, and you silently ask your brain to use it as material for an utopian-inspired dream tonight.

peaceful silence fills the air, only the faint sounds of the airconditioner and jungkook’s fingers occasionally scratching your scalp stimulating your ears. eventually, you succumb to the darkness and fall into a much-needed slumber.

the steady rhythm of your breathing is enough to let your boyfriend know you’re already asleep — a rhythm he has memorized like the back of his hand, a rhythm he has associated with what they call serenity.

he kisses your forehead, pillowy lips curved into a smile pressing against your skin. poor baby, you tried your best to stay awake with him for another two hours. he went boxing with his trainer before going home, and the adrenaline from the intense exercise is still refusing to let him sleep many hours later.

he reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check for the time, heedful of his movements to avoid waking you up. 3:23AM.

the hardcover book beside it catches his attention, and out of boredom and curiosity, he finds himself picking it up. he flips it around to read the words on the back, and finds out it’s all about the gods, goddesses, and divine and semi-divine figures of greek mythology.

he opens the book to the page you slotted your bookmark in. you hate stopping in the middle of chapters because you usually get lost when you come back to the book, and just end up reading it again from the very start. this reading habit of yours strings him to the story of orpheus and eurydice.

he holds up the book using the arm under your head (this is one of the trivial moments in life he feels grateful that he works out religiously). his free hand is unable to stay still, to rest in one place. it slips under your shirt to rub your lower back, the curve of your waist, your hips. his fingers trace invisible doodles, mindless confessions, your name. whether it’s you or him he is reminding himself to be real and tangible, he is not quite sure yet.

he returns it to its original place after, the contact between the hardcover and the maple wood producing a thump. he squeezes his eyes shut in fear, holding his breath when you stir in his arms. when you remain motionless for a few more seconds, he breathes again. and then sniffles.

the overwhelming thought comes crashing down on him: i am holding the most important person in my life. in the most vulnerable time of the night, in their most vulnerable state. they are asleep in my arms, trusting and loving me.

he wipes his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, heart getting heavier and heavier at the thought of ever losing you like orpheus did eurydice. not once, but twice. both in his presence, both instances in which he could be blamed. if only he was more mindful of what was ahead of them while they were running, she wouldn’t have stepped on the viper. see, if it was jungkook, he would’ve carried you in his arms. no, if it was jungkook, he would’ve faced that damn aristaeus and got rid of him with his bare hands.

jungkook is crying over the part of the story that made it a famous tragedy — although for a unique reason. somehow, he sees himself in orpheus. considered the greatest musician of all time, with a golden voice and innate talent for the lyre. his music could calm the wildest of beasts and make the trees dance. however, the utter love and devotion he had for his wife felt familiar to him most of all. he, too, would free fall into the underworld and wander among the souls of the dead looking for you. he, too, would strip his soul naked and sorrowfully sing about his insurmountable grief infront of hades and persephone.

and with a lump in his throat that feels almost impossible to swallow down, he wonders: would he, too, make the grave mistake of looking back?

it’s either of the two: out of uncontainable excitement, the daylight shines on his face and he gleefully turns around to hug you, only to realize that you were still in the dark world when he shifted. he reaches out his hand for you, but it’s too late. the dreadful sight of you falling back into the deepest pits of the earth due to his careless miscalculation haunts him forever. or would it be anxiousness? the path leading back to the living world is too dark, too erie. he knows very well that he was instructed to never look back, but the fear that you are no longer walking behind him is gnawing at his insides. and so, he looks back. and he feels entirely responsible for your second death this time. frozen. numb. mournful.

he tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, tongue occasionally playing with his lip ring as he thinks about this. he feels the dried tear stains around his eyes, all the way to his temple. the time is lost on him. his back is facing the windows, where the sky gradually lightening up can be observed.

his stream of thoughts get interrupted when your thigh slumps over his hip. he feels the heel of your foot poking his asscheek and he makes balloons with his cheeks to stop his giggles from escaping. he leans down to place a sweet and gentle kiss on your forehead.

when he yawns, he decides that he has already made up his mind about the matter that plagued him for more than an hour. he tugs up your thigh over his waist when he feels it slowly slipping down, and then he hugs you tighter, finally drifting to sleep.

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jungkook steals glances at you from the other side of mattress, the white light from his phone screen reflecting on his face. he clears his throat to catch your attention. “baby, do you trust me?”

“with my life.” you answer promptly, without any trace of question or hesitation in your voice. you fix your glasses before it completely slides off your nose, but then you decide to just remove it and put it aside on top of the abandoned box beside you.

somehow, he finds those three words sweeter than ‘i love you’. he smiles, more to himself, because you’re too preoccupied with your 1000 piece puzzle to bother and look at his way. it was delivered barely twenty minutes ago, and he finds the fire of determination in your eyes to finish it at the shortest time possible both hilarious and endearing.

he has finished replying to texts and emails, so he sets down his phone to finally spend time with you. “want some help?”

you only hum in response as you continue sorting the puzzle pieces by their colors.

“why did you set up beside the mattress though? what if we accidentally step on them?” he wonders out loud. he transfers his pillow beside your crossed legs and lays on his side with an arm tucked under his head.

“i didn’t think that far ahead.” you blink in realization before shrugging. “just don’t step on them.”

he laughs out loud, shaking his head at your nonchalance. “alright then.” he takes two scoops of puzzle pieces with his hand, dumping them infront of him. he quickly inspects the colors of each one before tossing them to their designated piles on the floor.

“i read orpheus and eurydice in your book last night before i fell asleep.” he opens the topic in the middle of doing his silly little task.

“really? did it help you fall asleep?”

“not at all.” he chortles. “i was up for another hour.”

“oh, my poor baby.” you frown and halt your movements, facing to your left to stroke his hair lovingly. “did it make you sad?”

“hmm, well- i put myself in his shoes and i- yes, it did.” he juts out his bottom lip. “i would go as far as going to the underworld to bring you back to me, too. but it also made me think that would i also make the same mistake as he did? then i thought about it a lot, and i realized something.”

“and that is?” you encourage him to continue, going back to sorting puzzle pieces to not make him feel self-conscious or awkward.

“that our relationship has made me a stronger person.” a half smile forms on his lips. “it’s true that you’re my achilles heel, but at the same time, you bring out the best in me. i can do everything and overcome anything for you. even things i never would’ve thought i’m capable of.”

“being in a long-term relationship also taught me that certain compromises and sacrifices must be made so we can love each other for a very long time. ah, wait, how should i put it?” his eyes wander around as he racks his brain for the right words that would accurately express the point he is trying to make.

you look down at him with a fond smile. his innocent doe eyes are sparkling with love and wisdom, and you feel your heartstrings being pulled in by them.

he suddenly sits up, stays quiet for a few more seconds, before snapping his fingers in enlightenment. “ah! that’s it.” your gazes meet, and you raise an eyebrow at him. he smiles at you warmly.

“compared to the past when i used to let my emotions get the best of me, i’m way more rational and patient now. but it’s not that i’m being logical for the sake of logic entirely, you know? it’s still emotional. it’s to protect us and our love.” he gestures at the both of you before forming a heart with his hands perfectly in sync with the last word of his sentence.

you burst out laughing, hiding your face in your hands as you burn the image of him into memory. he mimics your sounds, head softly falling on your lap as his body vibrates.

when the two of you calm down, he finds himself playing with your hand. “listen, i guess what i’m trying to say here is, i trust myself enough to know that i won’t look back because my love for you is much more persevering and grounded than orpheus’ love for eurydice.”

“i know.” you say softly, heart brimming with love and adoration for the beautiful man lying on your lap. “that’s why i trust you with my life. your love has been nothing but good to me. you don’t have to worry your pretty little head with such doubts.” you trace his eyebrows with your fingers, another one of your habits you cannot explain. it just feels nice. “i’m really happy to hear you say that you trust yourself.”

his proud smile grows, perfect teeth on display. god, not to be dramatic, but he is the most beautiful being to ever exist in the universe.

“i think i finally understand why you and namjoonie-hyung love reading a lot. ah, it feels great to learn about myself through it. i feel like my brain just expanded.” he mimics fireworks explosions with his hands, eyes reminiscent of childlike fascination and amazement.

you find his last sentence funny. in full honesty, you barely retain any information after finishing a book. it makes you feel so many emotions at the moment, but they eventually slip away. perhaps, that’s why you keep reading and reading, chasing after those emotions and forcing them down your throat.

you pat his head affectionately. “i’m so proud of you, baby.”

he scrunches his nose cutely before pressing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“i’m hungry now. should we eat popcorn while we do your puzzle?”

you grimace. “to get cheese powder all over them?”

he scratches his head in disappointment. “then should i eat popcorn while you do your puzzle?”

you didn’t expect that jungkook would actually do you dirty like that. he looks too pleased with himself, inhaling a bowl of popcorn with a small smirk on his face. he is watching a jurassic park movie on the giant television. you planned this movie marathon in preparation for your biweekly movie theater date, and well, you are doing it together. except you’re not snuggling with him on the living room mattress like you usually do, because you’re on the floor working on the 1000 piece puzzle you purchased at two o’clock in the morning last week.

you breath out a dramatically loud sigh, blinking at the portion of the afternoon sky of venice you’ve completed. you look at it and the television screen back and forth before muttering fuck it, crawling on the mattress to sit beside your boyfriend.

you hit his arm repeatedly when he laughs out loud, making fun of you. “stop laughing with your mouth full! what if they fall back into the bowl? you’re gross.”

you huff in annoyance, grabbing the bowl from him. you snack on the popcorn while giving your full attention to the screen. all of a sudden, he bumps against your knee, and you roll your eyes when he falls flat on the mattress clutching his stomach.

“if you don’t stop laughing, i’ll feed you to a tyrannosaurus rex!” you throw a popcorn at him. he swiftly sits up in attempt to catch it with his mouth, but it hits his cheek and lands on the back of his hand.

he pops it in his mouth with a mischievous grin. “throw just one more.” he puts up his index finger. “i’ll catch it this time. promise.”

you sigh in exasperation, but you do it anyway.

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