#‘I’m working on switching those letters’
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don’t get bitter. get better.
i’ll find you // lecrae ft. tori kelly
#liv tag#lecrae#tori kelly#music tag#lyrics#‘I’m working on switching those letters’#this lyric has been on my HEART today
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Title: Thinking about us all
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - The following story contains: Explicit smut, MMF threesome, petnames (doll, sweetheart), dom/sub/switch roles, establishing polyamory, stucky, bisexual!Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, oral sex (M/F receiving), cum eating, anal sex, rimjob (M receiving), unprotected sex, P in V/P in A sex, creampie, spitroast, love confessions, fluff, aftercare.
Sequel to: ‘Thinking about her’
Summary: Steve and Bucky finally confess their feelings to their female secretary, and luckily everything goes in their favor.
2nd person POV
It was another day at the Avengers Tower, and you were as per usual at your office handling the two super soldiers’ routine work such as letters and other paper work. Steve and Bucky had appointed a time in the afternoon to have a meeting with you.
While it was just a regular meeting of the week going over important future events they have to be prepared for, you always looked forward to those meetings.
You couldn’t help but thrive in the feelings the two men gave you as you sat alone all three, occasionally talking about personal things like the friends you had grown to be. It felt good, and you thought it was harmless to have a crush on them.
Okay, ‘crush’ could be an understatement, but it was still harmless if you kept it to yourself, right?
It wasn’t like you had expectations of them returning those feelings to you. You could tell what they had lied so deep, there was no way they would leave it for anyone else.
And you were completely fine with that. Seeing the two together made you believe soulmates for life was a real thing, and you looked forward to the day you would find your own.
But until then…
You kicked your feet giddily as you were waiting for the two men to arrive in the empty meeting room. A stack of files were in front of you and you kept a mantra in your head of all the topics you had to inform them about.
They finally came by the door minutes later, apologizing for their slight delay as they sat on each side, putting you in the middle.
You felt butterflies swirl in your stomach as they smiled at you ever so kindly, making small talk of asking how your day was and if you’ve eaten or drank enough water.
You respond saying you’re feeling just fine as you bring forward the folders, a copy for each to look at before you begin going through them.
It was much of the same schedule the super soldiers had followed for months, most importantly noted being that there was an international conference hosted by T’challa on Friday for them to attend to and a gathered Avengers meeting on the weekend.
As you rounded up the report of their upcoming schedule, you looked up at them, expecting that to be the end of the meeting as they thanked you for the report. But as you were about to stand up and conclude the meeting, they stopped you from rising up from your seat.
Bucky and Steve exchange each other confirming glances before they faced you again.
“Y/N, Bucky and I have something important we’d like to share with you…if you aren’t otherwise in a hurry to get home for the evening.” Steve begins.
You stared at him, your heart noticeably skipping a beat from the super soldiers’ ears as you say, “I’m not in a hurry…what’s up, boys?”
“We uh…”
“Well, you see…um…”
The men turn to each other again as if they are now realizing how difficult it is to lay out their confession of love to you compared to how they had imagined it in their heads. You all the meanwhile stared at them dumbfounded, not sure what was going on between them.
“…Is everything okay?” You ask with a hint of worry in your voice. “Has something happened that I should know about?”
“No, - I mean yes, everything is fine, it’s just…” Steve says. “We are a bit nervous to tell you, because…”
“…as it turns out…” Bucky slowly fills in.
“…we have feelings for you, Y/N. Both of us.”
“….Oh…wait, what?” You ask as you pull a double take when you let their words sink in. “How? - But -…aren’t you two together?” You ask the question with a confused frown. “I thought you had each other?”
“Well yes - of course we still love each other but, - we have kind of mutually developed feelings for you. And we aren’t just interested in you for ‘curious’ reasons - we genuinely like you, more like you’ve captivated us beyond just liking you, you know?”
Steve clears his throat as he speaks over Bucky, “What Bucky is trying to say is we both absolutely adore you, - how sweet and caring you are towards us in what feels like is something beyond just your job as a secretary and friend. It has come to us realizing we have more love to share, and we would like to share it with you. But we would also like to take you out on dates first as the three of us to explore our dynamic…with a romantic viewpoint.”
“That is…if you feel the same.” Bucky quickly adds. “Do you?”
You’re left in awe after everything they have told you, and you close your mouth as you try to gather your thoughts. “Wow, I…I’m in shock honestly. I didn’t expect this at all…” you say, causing Steve and Bucky to stiffen as fear starts to settle in on a possible rejection.
Had they read you wrong? Had they misunderstood your physical reactions for something else?
Steve shakes off the worries as he fills the paused silence with a thoughtful reminder, “You can think about it for as long as you’d like. We understand this might be all too overwhelming for you, so if you’d like for us to give you some space while you consider -!”
You shake your head as you dismiss Steve, “Wait, no…I…- truth is, I’ve had a huge crush on both of you for a while. But I never spoke or tried to make a move on any of you because I respect your relationship, and I would never, and I mean never try to ruin what you have. What you have is beautiful and I…” you sigh as your eyes get glossy. “I can’t believe you’re both interested in bringing someone like me into it. Like, do you truly mean that? Because I swear if you’re pulling a prank on me, I’m quitting today -!”
“We’re not!…we promise you that.” Bucky chuckles at your doubts, but also pulls a face of fondness. “And why would you think ‘someone like you’ wouldn’t be perfect for us? Sure, we are the super soldiers here but there’s only one of you in the entire world.”
“We have lived for a very long time and met all kinds of people. We know what we want.” Steve says. “We want you, as much as we want to be yours.”
“So what do you say?” Bucky asks as he gets closer to you, gently placing his hand on yours at the table. “Can you at least give it a chance?”
You bite the inside of your cheek as you know already the answer to that, but still you take a moment to give it to them. “I…yes. I absolutely want to give it a chance.” You answer with a bright smile, and you witness as they pull gleeful smiles of their own.
The two men pull you into an embrace, surrounding you with excitement. You chuckle as you welcome them, pulling them closer with your own arms.
“But, that doesn’t mean I’m jumping into bed with any of you on the first week.” You clarify in a playful manner. “I’m not that kind of girl, you know.”
Both men hum as Steve comments, “Of course, we don’t expect any less, doll. I don’t know about Buck but I can wait for as long as you want before doing any of that if it means you’ll be ours.”
Bucky bumps into Steve’s shoulder, huffing, “I can wait too just fine!”
Steve narrows an eyebrow and teasingly replies, “oh really? I seem to remember back on you being particularly needy one night and expressing how -!”
Bucky shoves his palm over Steve’s mouth, making him unable to finish his sentence. “Okay, that’s enough oversharing, Steve…”
Giggles erupt from you and the two men turn to you, smiling somewhat confused.
You shook your head, “Don’t you worry James, I’m not going to lead you on. Just work for it and you might get some of me soon enough. That includes you too, Steve.”
Both men nodded, saying in unison “Yes, ma’am” before they wrapped an arm around each of her side and left to the parking lot to drive off for some more spend together.
The next few weeks consisted of dates in romantic locations and dinners at each other’s places.
As true to the men’s word, they never pressured you into anything, - so much so that you had to engage in your first kisses with them. Kissing would develop into sweet long-drawn kisses, then eventually into full make out sessions.
While they were heated and breathless by the end of it, nothing went beyond of what you wanted and you continued your conversations like it was nothing, - except the noticeable big bulges between their legs said otherwise when they so easily dismissed it.
One night during the usual ‘at home’ dinner though, you felt you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer either from what you desired, and one thing led to another involving the new founded throuple relationship.
You were on your knees, bare as the two men had gloried over your body earlier, seeing you bare for the first time. You had to stop them from taking it further as you were eager to please them first and have them reveal their naked selves too.
Before you knew it, they had unbuckled their belts and zipped down their trousers, revealing their huge semi hard cocks, twitching out of their restraints.
You took notice of how Bucky’s cock is thicker while Steve’s is longer, and even then your small hands struggle to fully wrap around both. You swallow as you ogle their lengths, licking your lips at the sight of them leaking pre-cum already. The men chuckled lowly, gesturing you to touch them any way you wanted to.
“Get closer to each other. My hands are too small to pleasure you both properly at the same time…” you pointed out with an undertone of nervousness.
Steve and Bucky could tell you were a bit anxious with the pressure on you as you were giving them pleasure by your own, so they encouraged you with tender strokes on your shoulder.
“You’re doing such a good job honey, don’t worry your pretty head…” Steve reassured.
“But don’t mind if we do get a little close...” Bucky added smugly as he got closely to Steve, letting you guide his cock to rub against Steve’s as you stroked them both in the same pace. You licked and sucked their cocks, taking turns as you swirled your tongue to have a taste of their pre-cum.
They grunted and held a hand on each side of your shoulder, encouraging you to keep going.
“Fuck, look at her…she’s more amazing than I imagined her to be..”
“Mmm, she’s perfect. You’re perfect, doll.” Steve redirected to you.
You looked up at them with doe eyes as you sucked their tips together, and the men thought they were loosing it at that moment.
“Oh fuck….Bucky…” Steve called after his lovers’ name to catch his attention before leaning in to kiss him, moans and whimpers leaving their mouths as you kept pleasuring them where it mattered.
You hummed around their cocks as you were sending down vibrations to their shaft, making them receive a shockwave of pleasure.
“Fuck! M’gonna cum, Y/N…milk us…take our cum…shit!” Bucky cursed as he felt his balls tightening. Steve followed suit too, releasing himself into your mouth.
“Fucking hell…” Steve groaned at the sight of you trying to swallow their loads, but ultimately spilling some down your chin.
“Language…” Bucky joked through a murmur, making Steve roll his eyes with a smile.
With the use of his thumb, Steve gathered what had spilled up from your chin to between your lips, having you suck his fingers clean lewdly.
Steve purred in delight, “What a good girl you are…taking us both like a champ.”
“Now you’re about to receive twice the reward, sweetheart…you sure you’re ready for it?”
You nodded eagerly, “oh fuck yes, don’t hold back on my account…”
The men smirked, knowing she was in for it all.
“Holy shit!”
Bucky had a wicked grin as his tongue glided along your folds, not holding back with the way his tongue explored you as per your request.
Steve cooed, “Look at her cute little button…so puffy and sensitive, isn’t it?” He kept rubbing your clit with his thumb, making your whole body twitch in pleasure. Bucky hummed against you in response just then, not leaving his lips from your quivering heat.
He managed to mutter something in the lines of ‘tastes so good, doll’ while his tongue found the source of your wetness, lapping up every drop of pussy juice that threatened to leave for the mattress beneath you.
“I can’t - I don’t wanna cum before I have a dick inside of me..” you whined, and the men stopped as they grinned, looking at each other.
“Who’s dick do you want in you first, doll?” Steve then asked teasingly while stroking your cheek.
“…I don’t know…” you answered, suddenly pondering. “Do I really have to choose?…”
“Well you can’t have us both at the same time…you’re not ready for that.” Steve spoke, humored.
Bucky held his gaze at Steve, “I think…it’s best if you take her first, Stevie. You have better control than I do and I wouldn’t want to ruin the mood or hurt you, Y/N.” He then turns to look at you for a brief moment.
Your face falls at Bucky’s words and you’re about to open your mouth to speak but Steve beats you to it. “You couldn’t hurt her, Buck…but if you feel doubtful of yourself, I’ll take it into my own hands for now until you feel more sure. Does that sound good, doll?” Steve asks as he looks at you too.
You nod, agreeing to the solution as Bucky encourages it with a soft expression. “Sounds good.”
Steve sucks in his breath as he pushes his tip through your folds, holding your hips graciously with you on your back. “Gonna give it to you long and hard…you’ll never want for anything other than us, doll.”
A whimper escaped your lips as Steve impales you. “S-So big…you might split me in half..”
He chuckled at the underlying compliment and strokes your cheek gently. “I won’t move until you say so, love…take your time in getting used to my size, okay?” He says and strokes your clit gently.
You groan and nod in response, “mhm, just give me a minute…”
“We’ve got all the time in the world…” Bucky reassures as he gets behind Steve and caresses his body.
You groan at the sight, “Apart from the love between you two which I adore, - you look so hot together.”
“Yeah? You have always enjoyed watching us being intimate haven’t you?” Steve teased as he leans back a little more against Bucky. “Since the very beginning, we could smell it on you…”
Your face turned red as you realized, shit, of course they could tell when you were aroused. They are enhanced in everything to smell such things…
Bucky interrupted your overthinking with his chuckle, “don’t let it embarrass you, doll…your bodily reactions only ensured you felt the same…thanks to your honest body, we’re here together at all.”
“Now, while we wait for you to get ready, how about we give you a show?” Steve suggested with a seductive grin. You nodded feverishly as Steve turned his head behind to give Bucky a loving kiss, with Bucky’s hands wandering around Steve’s pecs and stomach. Steve then sneaked his hand below and stroke Bucky’s cock as Bucky stared down at you, mesmerized.
“Fuuck, seeing you buried inside Y/N makes me so fuckin’ horny…” at Bucky’s confession, you blush profusely.
“Yeah? Well, if you’re so needy and desperate, you know what you could do about it.”
Bucky’s eyes wandered down to Steve’s ass. “Oh, don’t I know it…” He reached for the lube on the nightstand and inserted some into Steve’s puckered hole with his metal finger, making Steve grunt with arousal. Bucky positioned himself, towering over Steve’s back.
“Just shove yourself in already…you know I can take-!” Steve’s sentence is cut out from a sharp hiss as Bucky slides home.
You witness before your very eyes as Steve closes his eyes tightly, a high pitched moan getting choked as he grits his teeth. His long drawn ‘fuuuuck~’ is the confirming evidence you gather that he’s feeling absolutely amazing.
You can’t help yourself and cover your mouth to hide how turned on you are by this very scenery. Your attempts are due to fail as you feel your core growing wetter and tighter. “…I’m…”
“Fuck, you’re hugging my cock even tighter than before…” Steve purred as he glanced at you through his lashes. “Mmh, does it turn you on to see me between you like this? - Shit…” Steve cursed as Bucky got himself fully seethed inside of him. Steve’s once self assured look was growing twitchy and fading into one of a bottom.
Steve’s cock pulsed inside of you, making you mewl, “Y-Yes! It’s so hot and - god, I need you to start moving, Steve. I’m so ready to be fucked…”
“You hear that? Our girl wants to have her sweet pussy fucked…let’s fulfill her needs, shall we?” Steve nodded and Bucky started to move, causing Steve’s hips to move with him, creating a thrust.
You bit back a loud moan, your breath growing shallow as Steve’s length drags through your tight channel.
Bucky smirked as he looked over Steve’s shoulder, his eyebrows knitted in pleasure, “damn, Stevie…look at what you’re doing to her…”
Steve moaned as he didn’t take his eyes off of you, seeing the way your face scrunches in pleasure for each thrust. “…don’t hold back any noises, love. We want to hear all of it…”
You nod and let a whimper escape you. Bucky starts to move faster just then, encouraging Steve to go along the rhythm as they stay connected. While Bucky leaves rough grunting noises, Steve and you left ones of whines and moans of various pitches.
The pleasure of being deep inside of you while having his prostate hit was overwhelming for Steve, “oh my…” is all he can mutter out as moans take over his speech.
“Steve…aahh!~” you moan as you feel Steve’s cock nudging against the deepest parts inside of you, and you become flushed from overwhelming amount of pleasure.
“Please, cum inside, Steve…I’m on the pill, it’s fine…mmmh~ need it…”
“A-Alright whatever you want, doll…- fuuuck!” Steve aches his back behind as he becomes overdriven, feeling his male lover’s cock continuously hitting his prostate which makes him all the more weak.
Bucky can only snicker from pride as he picks up the pace. “Found your sweet spot, huh? I always do…”
Steve could only groan in response as the sex gets more intense. He feels an overwhelming pleasure being between his two lovers, one piercing inside of him while he’s deep inside the other.
It feels absolutely ecstatic.
“Gonna dump my cum inside you any moment, Stevie…” Bucky suddenly announces while he grunts and pounds relentlessly into Steve’s ass until he reaches his climax through a loud gasp.
You gasp, “Oh shit, I’m going to…”
Steve whines just then, feeling you become close too as he shouts, “C-cumming!..” while biting his lip.
Steve spills deeply into you, coating your walls in hot sticky cum while Bucky does the same inside of him. It’s all too much for the three of you as you go through your highs, remaining still as you catch your breaths from your first round of mutual orgasms.
Bucky pulled out of Steve, making him whimper as his cock slips out of your oozing pussy, exposing what he had left behind. Bucky leaned in to kiss Steve’s shoulder, watching down on you at your post orgasmic expression. He chuckled when he caught your playful smirk, and he pulls up Steve with him to sit up before parting Steve’s legs a little.
“Look at that…” Bucky pointed out as he spread Steve’s ass cheeks, showing the sticky mess he had left behind. Bucky took notice of the way you licked your lips at the sight, and immediately suggested in his husky voice, “Would you like to clean him up? I’ll clean Stevie’s mess on you in the meantime…”
Steve turned around as he understood what Bucky was proposing and blushed, “You don’t need to do that, doll…it’s probably new to you and -!”
You shake your head, "No, I want to do it. Bring America’s ass over to me.” you interrupted, determination showing through your features as your lips form a smirk.
Steve blushes even more furiously at your confidence, not expecting to hear that at all. “Oh…well, since you’re offering and only if you want to…”
Bucky snorts as he nudges at Steve with his shoulder, “You’re catching Stevie off guard and it’s making him all flustered…been a while since I’ve seen him this red.” He comments, snickering as he pulls your lower body over to him and licks up Steve’s and yours mess between your legs, making you groan.
Steve simply huffs, and Bucky adds an order, “Get in front of her face, Steve. Our naughty girl said she wants a taste, so let her have it…” while he spread your thighs wide apart, his mouth eagerly meeting your pussy again and sucking out the cum dripping out of your cunt.
You moan from the pleasure Bucky provides you, but you stay composed to take care of the other big man beside you.
Steve helps you gain easy access as he spreads his ass cheeks apart, anticipation written all over his face as you inch closer to his hole, your nose nudging against his balls in the process while your tongue makes its way. He groans when he feels you licking around his rim where Bucky’s cum is dripping out, and he shivers when you hum against his sensitive skin from savoring the taste.
“Ahh…that’s it…” Steve speaks through a low rumble and he spreads his legs wider as you get closer to him. “Oohh, I’m so in love with you…”
You snicker as you tease him with your tongue techniques, but as you feel Bucky forcing his own wet muscle inside of you, you begin to crumble yourself. “J-James…”
Bucky coos at your whine, assuming you’re feeling overwhelmed. “It’s okay, sweetheart…m’just cleaning your insides, that’s all…won’t leave ya overstimulated…”
“N-No, that’s not it…” you whine once more while shaking your head, “I want you inside of me.”
Bucky’s eyes widen as he feels his cock harden by this very plead, but he still restrains himself, “Are you sure? Doll, you just had Steve and he’s no bigger than me…besides, I’m not sure I’d be able to hold back…”
“I don’t care.” You say, biting your lip at how needy you make yourself sound, but you’re desperate. “I need your cock…please, I need you to fuck me before we call it a night.”
Bucky glances at Steve who has a growing smirk on his face, “I think you should give our doll what she wants, Buck. You don’t want to deny her when she’s begging so nicely, do you?”
Bucky hums in thought before he shakes his head, “no…I don’t.” He rises up above you as he strokes his shaft, his cock pulsing with anticipation. “Turn around, sweetheart. I’m taking you doggy style.”
You grin seductively and do as he says, raising your ass up. A moan leaves your lips as you feel Bucky’s cool metal arm wrap around you while he uses his other hand to guide his cock to your heat.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, doll…I’m going to savor every moment of taking this cunt…”
You mewl as Bucky takes a hold of your hips almost possessively while he guides for your bodies to meet. His tip intrudes against your entrance as he pushes forward, and before you know it, his whole length seeps in, making you cry out in pleasure.
Steve kneels in front of you as he takes in Bucky picking up a rhythm, his thrusts quickly going from gentle to desperate. He then turns his gaze at you and notices you’re looking up at him directly, as if you’re pleading for something. Steve caresses your chin with a smirk growing on his face, and he gives you what you want as he inches himself closer, his cock stiffening again when your lips meets it.
The room becomes filled with filthy moans, grunts and curses for the next moments as they engage in the spitroast.
“O-One thing for sure…I’m never gonna be needing that pussy pocket ever again.” Bucky breaks the silence from behind you as he stutters his hips desperately into you. You moan as it dawns over you what he was implying. They had fantasized about you before.
“Yeah, we won’t have to…you’re such a good girl for taking care of us…so, so proud of you…” Steve murmurs his praises as he takes in the sight of you sucking his balls before licking your way up to his tip again where you continue sucking him off.
Bucky clenches his teeth as he realizes he’s far too gone to hold it any longer, and he announces through a weakened whisper, “I’m about to bust…”
“Right behind you…want to be fed with my cum, doll?” Steve asks, his breath now shortening.
Your head bobs, giving an eager ‘yes’ as you swallow him inside your mouth some more. Steve guides you to take more of his cock down your throat, his hips bucking forward with neediness while he reaches his own climax.
Bucky fills you to the brim with a final thrust, emptying himself as he throws his head back. “Ah fuck!!” The senation Bucky provides makes your orgasm crash over you, having you quivering underneath him.
You roll your eyes to the back of your head as Steve’s cum spurts down your throat, what feels like buckets. You pull your mouth off of him and gasp for air as you swipe your tongue around your lips, gathering any drop that managed to escape. Steve leans down onto the bed to cool down, his cock finally softening after what felt like hours of sex.
Bucky brings you carefully with him to lie down too, his cock slipping out of your pussy as he softens, allowing his cum to escape and drip down between your legs.
As you catch your breath, you can’t help but laugh a little, making the super soldiers perk down at you curiously.
“You guys cum a lot…and it’s what, your third orgasm? How is that even possible? Never met guys who can do that.” You share as you chuckle, amused.
“We’re enhanced, sweetheart…we’re supposed to be above average in several aspects. That includes going for several rounds without tapping out.” Steve explains as he sends a wink your way.
You giggle at that while they bring you closer between them, nuzzling against you as you go into a session of aftercare.
“This has to be the best sex I’ve had in a long time…” you sigh with satisfaction, “I don’t think I could ever get enough of this…” the men simply hum, agreeing with your thought.
“Trust me, there’ll be more of where that came from….plenty of it, every day if it’s what you desire.” Bucky speaks in a teasing tone as he steals a kiss from you, holding his gaze at you ever so lovingly.
Steve hums in agreement as he adds, “or, even if you would only want it once in a while, we will to our best abilities make you crave more and more each time we do it…” he leans in to take a passionate kiss from you too, not being able to help himself from joining the soft intimacy.
You express fondness by your smile alone as you look in between them, and when Bucky and Steve reach for each other above you for a final sweet kiss, you’re settled in for a good night sleep, the three of you feeling so closely connected like never before.
N/A: This turned out incredibly filthy…so I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 🤭
Hearts + Reblogs are incredibly appreciated! <3
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❝sleeping alone ❞ || william h. bonney x f!reader
| A/N- was listening to flatland cavalry and i couldn’t resist a short n sad fic abt billy bc i’m evil
| WARNINGS- a sad man who misses his girlfriend a verrrryyy small mention of death and war.
william h. bonney x reader angst? fluff?
as billy lays alone in the hostel bed he quickly begins to regret agreeing to jesse’s proposal of this job in lincoln county. he’s almost a days ride away from you and he has no idea if you’re okay. he can’t believe he used to sleep like this every night, no one to hold.
his mind wanders to the prayers his mother used to lay over him and joe, before everything turned sour in his life. he can’t remember the last time he prayed, feeling like no one’s listening. he doesn’t need a god when he has you, but he doesn’t have you right now.
he clasps his hands together just like he did all those years ago. “i haven’t done in this in quite some time, sorry if it’s not uniform prayer. i just want my girl to be okay without me, and for her to healthy and safe. oh! and for me not to get shot. amen.” he suddenly feels very stupid and confused as to why he thought his words into the empty air would assist him at all, but anything’s worth a shot. especially when it comes to his girl.
he rolls onto his side, just like he does every night with you. he holds a pillow to front pretending it was you instead a bag of feathers. he never realized how warm you were until he couldn’t feel your warmth at all. his eyes drift close and he falls asleep to memories of you.
eight hours away by horse, you lay alone in your shared bed with billy. only it’s not shared for a while, it’s just your bed. he’s working, he loves working! you thought trying to make yourself feel better about being by your lonesome. the bed feels like it’s miles long with just your body inhabiting it. you stare at the stationary sitting on your desk, illuminated poorly with one candle.
you write slowly and methodically to billy. he won’t be home for months so you figured you’d might as well start the letters. you write paragraphs upon paragraphs of how much you miss him, how much you love him, and how quiet the night is without his laughs filling the air. you trail off and start telling him about the town gossip you’ve heard but eventually get back on track. spraying your perfume over the pages and an invisible kiss by your signature, you fold it up and press the wax to seal it.
billy and jesse walk back in the saloon below the hostel’s doors. “oh! mr. billy you’ve got a letter! from a lady” the young boy wiggles his eyebrows and hands the letter to billy. he tries to fight the smile but jesse pats his back, rather hard but a kind gesture nonetheless. “the girl of yours is already sending letters after a day? you’ve got her wrapped around her finger.” billy shakes his head laughing. “that’s where you’re wrong, it’s the complete opposite.” he confesses and walks up the stairs to read your letter in private.
he instantly notices the scent of your perfume and all of the tension in his body melts away. he’s smiling like an idiot the entire time he’s reading but holds your letter to his chest after. he walks over to his own desk and begins his own letter to you, he might not see you for months but he’ll be damned if he can’t talk to his girl.
he consistently writes to you and letting you know what’s going on and how stressful things have gotten. you’re proud of him for switching to tunstall’s side because it was the right thing to do, you’ll always admire that about him. the worry for his well-being overtakes the admiration as you quickly gather your necessities and get dressed. you’re out the door and mounting your horse within the hour, riding to lincoln. you’d rather walk to hell and back than not see billy before he gets hurt.
you reach lincoln county much faster than you expected, maybe your horse sensed the desperation leaking from your pores. you ask a kind-eyed woman about tunstall and she directs you a few minutes north. you thank her make your way slowly to your destination. as your eyes focus on the beautiful country home in the dark, your heart flutters. you almost feel sick with how anxious you are, your eyes haven’t laid on billy in three months.
you quickly tie your horse to a fence post and rush towards the door, knocking rapidly. an unfamiliar man opens the door and smiles at you. “how can i help you, madam?” he speaks confidently with a british accent, this must be tunstall. “oh well, um, i was just wondering if billy was here?” he snaps his fingers and turns his head to yell for billy.
billy’s stomach dropped upon hearing his name being called, he’s thinking it might be jesse trying to pick a fight but when his eyes settle upon you his world stops. everything slows down but his heart speeds up to impossible levels. he smiles wide and laughs while running to you. his arms envelope you and you’re drowning in his scent, squeezing so hard he thought you might’ve bruised a rib. “what’re you doin’ here, doll? did you ride here alone? do you know how dangerous that is? have you ate? are you okay?” you giggle at his ambush of worried questions and put your hand over his mouth. tunstall walks away with a grin, never seeing billy so happy.
“yes i rode alone, yes i know the dangers, no i haven’t ate yet, and yes i am okay. i just couldn’t take the thought of you being so stressed with the possibility of getting hurt without me here. i also figured it was due time for a visit.” you mutter softly, never taking your eyes off him. drinking in the sights of the man you love with every fiber of your being.
he quickly ushers you inside and guides you to a main room. “gentleman, this is my girl.” he introduces you and you smile and manage a slight wave. “this the girl you’re always talking about and never shutting up about how pretty she is?” billy goes slightly red and opens his mouth up to talk before closing it. just nodding at the embarrassment. you smile up at him “you tell people how pretty you think i am? you’re so sweet! that’s adorable.” billy sighs and leads you to a seat at the table and fixing you a plate for dinner.
as you both lay together that night in the same bed, everything makes sense in the world. you understand war, they just want this feeling to be safe. your eyes begin to fill with tears as you’re just so relieved and happy to be with your love again.
“i was gettin’ real tired of sleeping alone. considered climbing into bed with charlie but i don’t think he’s as warm as you.” you laugh and gently slap his chest.
all is right in the world, because your world is filled with love.
#billy the kid x reader#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth#billy the kid fluff#billy bonney x reader#billy the kid#william bonney smut#william bonney fluff#william bonney x reader#william bonney#tom blyth fluff#tom blyth x you#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you
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Jordan Li taking care of u drunk after u had a girls night with marie and cate
(they could never make me hate cate)
- very fluffy i fear 😝
female intended reader(girlfriend mentioned once lol) prolly a little oc jordan
lower case not intended im just lazy 🙏
and tbh idk how to perfectly write drunken characters so i’m gonna resort to ye ole faithful extending the letters to make them sound like they’re sluring!- also this is dialogue heavy 😭
enjoy my loves😝
“Jordannn” Cate all but slurs as she opens the door to her room, revealing you and Marie sprawled out on the floor, giggling.
“oh my god?” Jordan sighs as they look at their girlfriend, who has yet to notice them.
“y-you should’vee camee!! We had so much fun” she pulls them into the room, but not before a drunkenly attempt at whispers “We drank so much!”
Marie looks up to see Jordan. “Noo, dont take (__) we’re having fuuuun!”
This makes you finally look up to see your partner. “Jordannnn!!!” You try your best to stand up without falling, making jordan walk over to help you up.
“Hi baby! I misssed you” you smiled up at them
Jordan fought to stay neutral as they switched in order to support you fully in their male form.
“I missed you too, let me get you back to your dorm”
“Oh boooo! let her stayyy, she can sleep here” Cate complains as she dramatically falls on her bed, making you laugh.
“shh cate it’s okayyy! i wanna go home with them” you fail to shoot cate and marie a wink, which makes the two girls burst out laughing.
“Yep, that’s enough. Say bye to your friends (__)” Jordan laughs when you wave to them as they’re dragging you out.
•~•
“Okay watch your head, there you go- just- no okay please don’t fall” Those words were mostly on replay as Jordan tried to get you back to their dorm without injury.
You finally made it their dorm-only falling once .
“Jordannn, come lay down” you slur, grabbing at their now feminine hands. “Let me get you changed first babe”
You groaned letting your weight fall dead, sinking to the floor on your back.
“Oh Jesus, baby work with me” They laugh and bend down to wipe the hair from your face. “What do you want to wear to bed?”
“I wannnaa wear you” you wink at them before laughing again.
Jordan decided to put you in one of their shirts, you’ve passed out by this point. They slid your shirt off, and theirs on-being careful not to wake you back up.
They lifted your hips to get your jeans off, leaving you in your underwear. Jordan switched and lifted you up from the floor to place you on the bed.
Jordan smiles at your sleeping state, climbing into bed after taking your makeup off and setting out some ibuprofen for you.
Jordan would never admit this, but they loved to take care of you. They loved you, and would do anything for you.
You recall drunk-asking them a while back when you and your group went out to the club- if they ever got tired of having to look after you when you got drunk. They didn’t answer you right away, just softly smiling at you as you leaned into them, fidgeting with the rings on their slender fingers.
“Man you look at her like you’re in love” Andre laughs as he looks at you cuddled up to jordan’s side.
Jordan breaks their stare from you, to look at Andre,with a small smile. “yeah”
“They’re obviously in love, when has jordan cared about anyone but jordan?” Cate laughs and sips her drink.
“Don’t be some haters” you mumbled into jordan’s shoulder.
The group laughed and Jordan pulled you closer.
“Baby” You whispered as you stirred awake. Jordan snapped out of their thoughts, “Yes? are you okay?”
You smiled lazily at their care filled tone, moving yourself to get as close as you can to them, placing your head on their chest.
“I’m okay, i missed youuu so much”
Jordan kissed your head, “I missed you too, let’s go to sleep, you need to sleep this alcohol away”
“I love you too soo muchh, I don’t know what i would do without my nurse Li” You kissed their neck, right above their collarbone.
“(__) i-“
“Nooo shhh, just let mee love youu” you continue to place the soft kisses on anyplace you could reach
“You’re drunk baby”
“I’m in loveee with youu” You exclaim, suddenly climbing on top of them to give them a kiss.
Jordan couldn’t do much but blush and laugh at your display of affection. “You get so affectionate when you’re under the influence” they raise their eyebrows as you smiled at them.
“Shh i’m going to sleeep, i need to uh-“ the words get stuck in your throat when jordan pulls you down to lay on top of them fully.
“Yeah,you do need to sleep” they laughed.
silence engulfed the dorm, you had finally fell asleep- snuggled into your partners arms.
Jordan smiled as you were finally getting the rest you needed.
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“you never said it back jordan” you mumbled out of your sleep, eyes still closed.
“hm?”
“I love you”
“you didn’t let me say it back” They teased, a blush rising to their cheeks.
“Jordannn” you whined
“i love you too”
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Thanks for reading LMFAOO
i know this was definitely bad cause i haven’t wrote in forever but i see the lack of posts and figured if i could help with the jordan li addiction i would try🙏🙏
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My name looks good on you (rottmnt x reader)
summary: you gift your turtle a bracelet with your name on it
relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Donnie, Mikey x reader (separate)
warnings: pure fluff asfasdf
word count: 2857
A/N: very self indulgent ;;v;; first time writing for the other brothers so i hope it’s not too ooc! also i’m still trying to figure out how to do headcanons haha
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
🔵 Leo
you were just chilling at home browsing Pinterest and somehow ended up looking at cute couple aesthetics things
that’s when you came across super cute bracelets
they had those cube shaped beads with letters on them, embroidered into colourful bands
this gave you the idea of making a bracelet for Leo with your name on it
you gathered the materials immediately and started working on it
for the palette you decided to go with varying shades of blue
you also alternated fun shaped beads, little turtles and stars, so the band wouldn't be too plain
on each side of your name you also added a little red crescent moon, for his stripes. this you found particularly clever and mentally gave yourself a pat on the back
Leo would boast so much about it, you’d never hear the end of it
but it’d be worth the torture if it makes him happy
and you’d be happy if he decided to wear it (which he definitely will)
as for how big it had to be you kinda just took a guess, leaving the ends long enough to tie a knot and cut off the rest
after it was done you looked at your finished work with satisfaction, and texted the turtles you were coming over
once you and Leo were alone you did the “choose one: right or left hand?” while hiding both behind your back
no matter what Leo chose, you’d show him an empty hand first just to annoy him
upon seeing your empty palm he looked at you with a quirked up brow and a curious smile
when he chose your other hand you quickly switched the bracelet behind your back, showing him an empty hand again
he scoffed in mock offense and went to tackle you to snatch whatever it was you’re holding
you squeaked and took a couple steps back
“ok ok! I’ll show you. hold out your hand and close your eyes!”
Leo melted inside with those big bright e/c eyes you were looking at him with, your weight slightly shifting from one foot to another due to how excited you were to see his reaction
he kept his cool tho and obliged and stretched out one arm, covering his eyes with the other hand
“if you prank me or something you’re going down y/n” he laughed
“where’s the trust” you sighed dramatically
you see him shift his fingers to take a peek
smacking his arm slightly, he covered up again
“alright alright, i’m just really curious!”
“just a little more patience, Leo. isn’t that like a whole ninja virtue thing? have you been slacking on your training?” you joked while tying the bracelet on his wrist, leaving the knot loose enough to redo it if he wanted
“my ninjosity is perfectly fine, thank you very much” he retorted, clearly growing impatient at not being able to see
“ta-da!” you finally sang and he uncovered his eyes
a huge smirk made its way onto Leo’s face as he admired the handiwork
he was about to make some corny comment but you were quicker
“it’s to show everyone you’re mine” you said pecking the tip of his beak
to hide his sudden blush, Leo trapped you in a bear hug
which you happily returned
when he let go, you helped him tighten the knot so the bracelet wouldn’t be too tight
you cut off the ends and sealed everything with a lighter, being careful not to burn your boyfriend or your own fingers
“i love it, thank you” he said, kissing you hard and ending with a loud “mwah!”
you were 100% partner material and his ego was through the roof right now
as expected, Leo went around the lair gesturing exaggeratedly to bring attention to his hand
it didn’t even matter if anyone commented on the bracelet or not, he’d go “oh this? yeah my s/o made it because I’m that awesome”
would smile to himself every time he looks at it
instant dopamine shot for Leo
he’ll definitely ask Mikey to help him make one for you so you guys can match
🔴 Raph
you were hanging in Raph’s room when you noticed how all of his brothers had some sort of custom thing to them
Mikey had stickers on his plastron
Leo had stripes and markings on his shell
Donnie also had markings plus his tech incorporated into his outfit
Raph didn’t really wear anything besides his mask
all he had was… spikes
how unfair
so you took it upon yourself to make something for him that would give him a bit of swag
you remembered seeing some cute bracelets with names on the internet the other day
perfect idea!
you just needed the materials
you decided to go to Mikey; as the artsy turtle of the four he may have something to work with
to no one’s surprise he pulled out a box from under his bed with string, cords and beads in all imaginable sizes, shapes and colours
everything was delicately sorted into smaller boxes
you thanked him excitedly and when he asked what you were doing, you told him it was a gift for his brother
but it was a secret! so shh
Mikey understood the assignment, saluted you like a soldier and went to distract Raph so he wouldn’t come into his room
you worked fast but diligently
as you were picking out the beads to spell your name, it occured to you that with Raph’s weapon of choice a bracelet might get into the way
since the handles of his sais were quite short you didn’t want them to get stuck in the bracelet
so you decided to switch to a necklace
it would be almost choker-like, as not to slip over his head when doing ninja shenanigans, but also loose enough to allow movement without choking him
aside from your name in the middle, you also decided to add little turtle and heart shaped beads as well
for the strings you went with a bright and a darker shade of red that you braided together several times to make it nice and sturdy
after all your turtle is big and spiky. but so full of love
ugh you got all mushy inside thinking about him wearing the necklace
with a blush adorning your features you finished the last knot, leaving long enough strings to tie them at the end
you started tidying up and set Mikey’s stuff neatly back into the box
poking your head out of his room you looked for Raph
from the projector room you could hear the laughs of Raph, Mikey and Leo
they were probably gaming
Raph was sat on the couch and had his back towards you
so you silently approached him from behind, poking his shell
he jumped slightly since he hadn’t seen or heard you, and was about to stand up to face you but you told him to sit
he obeyed with a questioning look, his brothers also curious as to what you were up to
“stay still” you said as you stretched your hands over his shoulders, placing the necklace in place and tying a loose knot at the back
Mikey went “aww” as he clasped his hands together to the side of his head
Leo muttered a “kinda looks like a collar lol” before adding a “looking good big bro!” with a thumbs up
Raph felt around his neck but he couldn’t see, so he rushed to the bathroom to the mirror, with you happily skipping behind him
when he finally got to see your gift he blushed a deep red, which made you blush as well
“do you like it?” you asked shily, since he wasn’t anything
“like it? i love it!” he exclaimed after regaining his composture
Raph picked you up in a hug and swung you around several times, setting you down with a giggle
as you’re fastening the necklace and sealing the ends with a lighter, he’s already making plans on what to get you
also a necklace with his name? a bracelet? …a ring? that last one made his heart skip a beat
when you were done he lifted you up like you weighed nothing (you really didn’t to him) and set you on his lap to give you a well deserved ‘thank you’ kiss
🟠 Mikey
Mikey and you had wanted to get matching somethings for a while now
you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to be a necklace, with pieces that fit each other like halfs of hearts
or something else that matched in some way
you once saw a 6-way necklace where every piece was a slice of pizza, which if put together, formed the whole pizza
that would have been perfect for you, April and the 4 brothers
but you also wanted something that was just for the two of you
so you were scrolling Pinterest and Tumblr to find ideas
and you found the instructions to making bracelets with those lettered beads
in your brain an idea started forming and you immediately went to work, gathering all the materials
Mikey really wanted in on what you were doing, especially because usually you’d do crafts and artsy thing together
so you kinda had to do this secretly when you were at home instead of with him
which was a bit sad but you just filled your head with thoughts of your favourite orange turtle and blasted some high energy music to work through missing him
you decided to go with a longer strand, so it would wrap twice around the wrist
your name was followed by a heart and then Mikey’s name, since it was long enough to fit both names
you also added flower and turtle shaped beads
you even found a little pizza charm that glowed in the dark
so obviously you had to add that as well
for the colours you chose neon yellow, orange and green
the ends were neatly tucked into some clasps
admiring your finished masterpiece in your hands you smiled to yourself
a yawn made you look at the time only to realise it was like 2 am
whoops
you barely got any sleep tho because you couldn't wait to give it to him
the next day you headed to the lair as soon as your schedule allowed you to
you entered the place like you’d always do, greeting everyone with a cheerful “hello!” and quick hugs
when you got to Mikey he hugged you tightly and swirled you around a couple times calling your name
you looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a smile that gave you away
“what is it?” he said, thinking you’d spill the tea about something good that happened in class or something like that
instead you rummaged in your bag and fished out your gift, carefully placed in a little bag with a paper bow
“for you” you told him, pecking his cheek
he looked like a little kid who just got a new toy, stars shone in his eyes and were filled with love
he giggled in glee and went to take out whatever was in the little bag, only to find another bag!
he looked kinda puzzled, but you only bit your lip, holding in your laughter at the face he was making
you could tell that for a split second he thought you were actually gifting him just a bag inside another bag
and he would have been totally fine with that because you could give him a wrinkly candy wrapper and he’d still cherish it, simply because it came from you
with a nod from your head you encouraged him to check the second bag as well
“oh mi gosh!” he exclaimed as he took out the bracelet and you swear he exploded into colourful confetti and hearts and rainbows
you took it from his hands and wrapped it around his wrist, clipping it together
he took your hands in his as he admired your handiwork, closely inspecting all the little details
once again you were tackled into a hug and swayed from side to side
“do you like it?” you managed to ask in-between the several kisses he peppered your face with
“i love it!!” he exclaimed and kissed you once more
“can we make more together? you need one as well!” he asked giving you his puppy eyes
you faked thinking it over really hard, bringing you hand to stroke your chin, and his pout only got bigger
of course you said yes so he took your hand and dragged you to his room, chirping happily
🟣 Donnie
it was a normal saturday afternoon
you were chilling at Donnie’s lab
he was rambling about his newest invention to you
you were listening, really, but you were also kind of just checking him out, propping up your head on your elbow
when he talked like that, all excited, it was like he was shining and brightening up the whole room
you loved seeing him like that, absorbing his energy
and as you were taking in and memorising all the details of how he looked, talked and moved, you got an idea
Donnie wasn’t really a jewelry person
but you felt the urge to give him something to wear that was yours
just to mark him as yours
the thought brought a blush to your face which he registered but he continued talking, enjoying the attention
that evening you racked your brain trying to think what you could give him
you knew he had sensitive skin so you’d have to get something with a smooth surface/texture
browsing ideas online, you decided on making him a bracelet for his right wrist (the one without the screen)
you looked up a lot of different designs gathering several ideas and combining them:
the part in contact with the skin would be a flat pleather material
it had a discreet metallic buckle, which would be useful to put on and take off
on top of it sat the bracelet itself, carefully braided and sewn into the band
you chose several hues of purple and lilac for the strings and a dark brown for the pleather
on the top part of the bracelet was your name spelled in circular beads with letters
you also included some little turtle and gaming controller shaped beads you found at the end of your crafts drawer
you decided against a charm in case it got caught on something or if the clinking would annoy him
it was pretty late when you finished your masterpiece
under the light of your small desk lamp you admired your handiwork until you were satisfied, giving yourself a small nod of approval
the next day at the lair you went about your day as normal, but Donnie could tell something was up
you had wanted to wait til later to give it to him when you were alone
but he dragged you off to the lab, leaving his brothers who were engrossed in the jupiter jim movie from the classic sunday movie marathon
you actually also wanted to finish the movie
but since he was so adamant to know what you were hiding, you decided to amuse him and give him the present early
“so what’s up?” he asked, “i know that look of yours. you’re scheming something, aren’t you?”
“ah, i’ve been caught” you said in a sheepish tone and went to get the gift from your bag which was on a chair at his lab table
you had wrapped it up all nice with purple holographic wrapping paper
turning around with a swirl and a dramatic bow, you presented the package to him extending your hands
“for you, from me” you simply said and looked up at him expectantly
this wasn’t the direction he thought this would go, but he was definitely not complaining
he was just scared he forgot an anniversary or an important date
he had a meticulously filled planner tho so that was practically impossible
“what’s the occasion?” he asked as he carefully unwrapped the bracelet
you shrugged “just felt like it”
when he layed eyes on your handiwork he let out a small gasp of surprise
“i know you don’t usually wear this kinda stuff so i understand if-“
“what are you talking about?” he interrupted and didn’t lose a second to put it on his wrist. the right one, as you expected
“maybe it’s time i did start wearing these so you can make me more” he said with a cocky smirk.
“so you like it?”
he took your hands in his and bent down slightly to give your forehead a kiss
“i love it. thanks, sweetheart”
you went back to the projector room hand in hand and sat down at your previous spots, the other turtles seemingly unaware that you were gone in the first place
you went right back to the movie but the soft smile on Donnie’s face surrounded by a faint blush didn’t escape you
#goose feathers#rottmnt#save rottmnt#rottmnt leo x reader#rottmnt raph x reader#rottmnt mikey x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#tmnt 2018#tmnt x reader#rottmnt x reader
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Processing Process, and More Processing
I made this post free and publicly readable on Patreon, but I'm reposting the whole thing right here too because, well, it's a free post, and I don't want to make you click away from your dashboard if you don't need to. But also if you want to support my work, here's the link to the post.
It's a little bit about cartooning, a little bit about drawing, and then it turns into a eulogy for a chicken.
I wrote “process” more than once, and now the word looks funny and is beginning to lose its meaning to me.
This post is about a few things, and it’s a little bit on the sad end of things. Nothing dire! No worries. There’s just a little mention of death, just as a heads up.
Before we get to that, though, I’ve been doing some work and had some thoughts.
I’m often asked about how I draw the noodle hair on my characters, and the answer is typically that I draw each and every line with my hand. But there are considerations of movement and volume that go into it beyond its texturally decorative purposes. I love being able to convey shape and motion with it. It’s less evident, I think, in my illustration work, but I think it’s much more obvious when I do sequential work. In the above image, you can see me working out a sequence of Angelica having a series of thoughts. Her head sort of moves, and her eyes follow. You can see I’d planned out the general shape of the hair and how I’d like it to move.
I wound up moving the drawings a little bit so that the readers eyes will actually follow the character’s eyes as it moves gently rightward on the page. The hair is there to accentuate the movement, like so:
It’s a consideration I employ in all my drawings, but especially when I’m drawing hair and fabric. I don’t use a lot of action lines, so this becomes an important way to give the reader the information that someone is moving through a space. Resistance, gravity, and motion are all things I have to keep in the back of my head when I’m doing these little drawings. I think the planning actually takes more time than the inking, which can happen pretty quickly once I map it all out.
In other news, I’m starting to take my extracurricular artistic development a little more seriously in the silliest way possible.
You wouldn’t know it, but I studied painting college—a medium I switched to after the printmaking professor and head of the Art Department at the time told me I probably shouldn’t be an artist (he gave me a hard candy for my trouble). I recently bought a bunch of little dolls, dressed them up, and am returning to my painting roots. It feels really nice to work in big blobs of color instead of lines. It’s an exercise I came up with in response to a common lament from art students.
One of the more aggravating generational tensions described to me by art school students is when professors describe a student’s portfolio as “too anime” without much explanation. I know what the professor means. They’re trying to get at how referencing your favorite anime or cartoons means that your style becomes a simulacrum, an imperfect copy of a copy, and you never learn to develop your own sense of judgment about where a line or a shape needs to go. And we can tell. It’s a way of working that is perfectly fine for cartooning because cartooning is closer to hand-writing than it is to drawing. I always turn to Charles Schulz’s work for an example. Those figures aren’t literally depicting children—with their little chessboard-pawn proportions and bread-loaf feet—but we read them as endearing children because we’ve come to a consensus between us, the readers, and Charles Schulz, the author, that those shapes mean those things. There are no whiskers or paws in the shape of the word “CAT” but you look at those three letters together, and you know the thing to which it refers. That’s an aspect of cartooning, too. Of course, what elevates it from mere writing is, in part, due to the fact that those little figures do not lose their meaning the more you depict them.
To really draw well, though, you have to do those fundamentals. You have to draw from life. There’s no way around it. It helps you develop a stronger sense of where you like to lay down your lines and shapes, no matter how stylized you like to work. It grows your judgment, and every artist’s best tool is their own well-honed sense of artistic discernment about their own work.
But that doesn’t mean you have to surrender the stuff you like or the things that inspire you to make art! I tell students that if they want to hold fast to their anime style AND hone their fundamentals to develop their eye as an artist, they should buy little figurines and toys of their favorite characters, prop those up against a light source, and draw them as still life objects. Like, yes, do the vases and the figure drawings and all those, I still think those are important. But if this is what you need to keep you interested in drawing from life, having some toys around is a great way to do it! Also, bless those sculptors and toy designers. They’re the best.
I think there’s something to be said about remembering to imagine the physicality of the things we draw, in all its dimensions and in the way it catches the light or casts a shadow. It helps sentimentalize things, too. Makes them feel more real, even emotionally.
Edwina died on Tuesday night, after a few final snuggles, surrounded by her favorite treats. She was about five years old, which is old for a chicken, and she had a very comfortable life. We buried her this morning. She was a good hen, J’s personal favorite.
It really feels like the end of an era. She was the last surviving member of our very first flock. After the other hens died, she really seemed to prefer the company of people over other hens. She is survived by Snooki and Nelly, our two other young birds who get along quite well together, actually.
A baby chick costs between three and five American dollars, typically. An egg-laying hen could be between twenty and fifty bucks, depending on the breed. There are roughly 26 billion chickens living in the world today, about 518 million of them here in the United States. They come pretty cheap. And a part of me was moved to cynicism, entertaining the thought that it might be strange to feel sadly over a little animal that, at most, might be roughly equivalent to the price of a fancy lunch and a coffee.
I watched the 1974 musical version of The Little Prince recently, and I remember it mostly because Bob Fosse was in it and scared the crap out of me as a kid—he played the snake that would take the Little Prince back into the sky when his body gets too heavy to take with him. Gene Wilder plays the Fox whom the Little Prince befriends and tames among a garden of roses. The Fox explains that he is like any other fox in the world, but he is changed—made special and particular to the Little Prince—with time, effort, and patience. So, too, is the Prince’s little flower special to him. Out of all the flowers in the universe, she was the one he watered and protected under a little glass jar. And that’s enough.
I knew my little hen would not live that long. It could be very easy to take a broad view of the life expectancy of a hen and distance myself from it by virtue of its mortality and its commonness. People who raise livestock do it all the time. But I also think it’s wonderful that we should all be capable of loving very small, very brief little things. Edwina is not, to my mind, the rough equivalent of a fancy lunch and a coffee. She was our little hen. For her whole life, she was ours. And I’m so happy she was here.
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Guide to Understanding Genocider’s Many Names
Genocide Jack has many names and it can be hard to understand why so many people use different ones or spell them differently, so I attempted to make a guide that is as comprehensible as possible.
Something to know before hand
Kanji: More complicated, such as 翔
Hiragana: Simple and smooth, such as しょう
Katakana: Simple and sharp, such as ショウ
Let’s get the “Genocide” part out of the way
This part of her name is written in katakana, (ジェノサイダー) and you’ll notice the line at the end. This means the sound is extended, so instead of “da” it’s “dā”. Japanese doesn’t have an “er” so this is used instead, since they sound similar. Her official title is Genocider. The localization simply switched this is be Genocide. I’m not sure why, maybe since Genocider isn’t actually a word, but that’s just my best guess.
Syo VS Sho
Here’s where it get complicated.
In order to make sounds like “kyo”, “bya”, or “ju”, two hiragana are need. First, a character ending in i, such as ki, bi, or ji, characters pronounced like ka or bu cannot be used. Second, one of the three y’s (ya, yo, or yu) in a smaller form.
The character “ki” (き), combined with “yo” (よ), would make “kiyo”. But if the “yo” is written smaller (よ→ょ) then the “i” from the first hiragana is replaced by it. So since きよ is Kiyo, きょ is Kyo. Same for “bya”. びや is Biya, so びゃ is Bya.
Now, we have our “exceptions”, shi (し) and ji (じ). You’ll notice they look very similar, which is why they are both “exceptions”. For “ji” (じ) and “yu”, (ゆ) rather than jyu it’s just ju (じゅ). It’s different since in the case of kyo and ko, it’s a whole other sound, but jyu and ju are pronounced the same, so the y isn’t needed.
But in all my examples, you’ll notice the first hiragana is two letters, which is why it gets tricky for “shi”. Like jyu, shyo is unnecessary, however, h and y are pronounced the same here, so you can remove either one and get the same sound.
Quick Note: I used “kyo”, “bya”, and “ju” as examples since there are Danganronpa characters with those in their names, but, just to clarify, they aren’t the only combinations possible.
The reason I put exceptions in quotes is because this is romanization, there is no rule book saying you must write it this way. While Sho is the most common way to write this, it doesn’t mean Syo is wrong. In fact, the games themselves use this.
However, they also use Sho.
So, really, both are correct.
Syou VS Syo / Shou Vs Sho
> I’ll be calling her Sho/Shou here for convenience.
翔 should be spelt with a “u”, since it’s しょ“sho” then う “u”, so “shou”. Still, a lot of times the u is excluded because it doesn’t sound too different in English. English speakers pronounce “Shuuichi” and “Shuichi” the same, so I suppose the u is unnecessary. You’ll find this is common in a lot of different translations. Even Japanese media that use the alphabet, like the pictures above, will sometimes leave out the u, if following an o or another u.
Jack & Jill
These are just the titles that are strictly English. Since the whole thing about Syo in the beginning was that she’s a serial killer, society will assume it’s a man, so the public will give her a masculine name. In English, people will hear Sho and see it’s foreign, so there’s no gender association. I think it was changed that way so we’d see it as masculine. While I think they should’ve kept her Japanese name like everyone else in the game, I cannot deny how easily Genocide Jack rolls off the tongue.
Overall
All the names work, use whatever you want.
I hope this made sense to at least one person. If it doesn’t, feel free to ask for further clarification!
#danganronpa#genocide jack#genocider syo#genocide jill#genocider sho#praying I didn’t misspell anything
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I LOVE your Wednesday! I was wondering if you can write a Wednesday/gn!Reader where the reader writes to her a love letter and wants to give it to her with a black rose but they see Xavier give to her the cellphone so, thinking they're dating, Reader just throws away the letter and the rose.
Wednesday finds them..
Looky looky here, two fics in one day. This one was fun to write, I loved the idea!
im no poet
You were no writer. No amount of your rambling thoughts could compare to those of Shakespeare, Hemingway, or even Wednesday Addams. All those big emotions came out in actions, not words, and not even your mouth could keep up or properly convey all you wanted to. No, most of those big, bottled up feelings ended up left unspoken.
But for Wednesday, you gave it a try.
It had started with a very heated debate about the phrase “actions speak louder than words.” She, of course, had opted to disagree, claiming her words spoke pretty loud. They sure do, you thought as you shook your head and counter-argued. It was by no means an argument, much more of an actual debate with each side presenting their case.
You lost. Because, as you had previously pointed out, you were not good with your words.
Not a bad thing though, you realised once you sat down to try and write out how you felt. The first few paragraphs were messy; no structure, no reason, barely coherent. You crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the corner of the room, not even attempting to hit the trash can. But you pulled out another piece of paper and started again.
It took half a notebook before you could even start making sense of your words. Even then, it wasn’t what you wanted to say. How could you even start to explain why you were writing such a letter? Should you start it off with “Hello, I think I’m in love with you?” Words wouldn’t work.
Words wouldn’t work.
You put your pen to paper - the third pen you had ruined so far - and started explaining your emotions the only way you knew how: with actions. The feelings she envoked in you couldn’t be put into words, not so simply. No, because she made you want to live, and living was such a beautiful thing. That rare smile of hers made you feel as if you were running through the farm of your childhood. Laughing as you ran up and down the crop rows until your bare feet were dirty and tired and you collapsed in the field with the feeling of utter peace that only a child could experience.
Being with her made you want to do every little thing she had never considered was important to her. It made you want to bring her coffee whenever she was writing, or turning the page of her music as she played. You would connect your headphones whenever she came in because you knew she liked the silence. Or grabbing all the songs she enjoyed and turning them into a personalised record that she could use without having to switch them out all the time.
When it was all said and done, you had exhausted five pens, half a notebook, and came out with three pages of a written confession.
You had asked Miss Thornhill if you could raid the greenhouse. It wasn’t that you were a teacher’s pet, but you knew how to kiss up when needed. She agreed quickly, and all you had to give up were a few Saturdays of your time to help clean up and organise. A fair trade, no consideration needed.
The Black Dahlias weren’t in bloom, so you hoped Wednesday would settle for a black rose. That was still romantic, right? It was black, at least, that had to count for something. A small envelope, a single black rose, your bright shining face. What more could she want?
“I already put my number in it,” Xavier’s voice rang out even though he was talking fairly quietly.
He bought her a phone. The very thing she had adamantly refused to become a slave to. Yet she took it from him anyway. Oh, you thought with a furrow of your brows. Suddenly the items in your hand felt like lead, weighing you down and you almost wished they would drag you under the ground to escape.
It had been a crapshoot to make a move, you knew that anyway, but it still hurt nonetheless. Wednesday gave the equivalent of a smile, and you nodded to yourself in silent acceptance. You wouldn’t ever wish to put her in a position to “choose” between two people. So instead you turned around and started walking off. You only paused at a trash can to drop the rose and letter inside, patting the cold silver can twice before walking away.
You didn’t see Wednesday watch you leave with worry in her eyes.
“Go see,” Xavier said with a gesture of his head.
Wednesday didn’t hesitate to walk over to the trash can and pick up the rose and envelope. The sight of the flower made her heart race; had you gotten that for her? What had possessed you to get her something like that? You knew she was difficult to get along with, why would you go out of your way to get her a rose in her favourite colour?
And the envelope. It had her name on it.
“What’s their number?” Wednesday asked Xavier. He gave her a smile and gestured for her to hand him her phone.
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You practically fell onto the bench in the lockerroom of your hometown gym. After getting out of school a few weeks ago, you had thrown yourself into helping out at the gym. The owner was a family friend and he had quickly accepted your offer. It was an added bonus that he gave you full access to the gym, too.
It was almost time to start closing up, but you had managed to get a good workout in once everyone was gone. Hell, you deserved it, the girl you were in love with was very clearly not in love with you. In fact, she was nice and happy, and even though that’s all you wanted, it still hurt.
You never even told her, your mind thought.
“Oh shut up,” you mumbled as your head fell into your hands.
With a sigh, you pushed yourself up to your feet and grabbed your change of clothes from your bag. Maybe you just needed to change and get home so you could wallow in your self-pity and fall asleep with some Kitchen Nightmares on in the background. That would surely keep your mind busy. God, you were pathetic.
You were pulling your clean shirt back over your head when your phone vibrated against the bench. No one should have been texting you this late, everyone you talked to knew you were usually asleep. Besides, why would they be texting you this late? Didn’t they know you were in mourning?
The screen lit up when you held your face over it, still adjusting your clothes to fit properly.
Unknown Number:
You forgot this.
1 Attachment.
“Oh fuck.” It was a photo of the rose and envelope with Wednesday’s name on it.
You:
I’m sorry. You can toss it
I didn’t know about Xavier
Oh god, why was this happening? Why did this have to happen? Getting silently rejected was hard enough, but now there was going to be humiliation too? You lifted your hands to grab the sides of your head as you started pacing, trying to keep yourself grounded. That’s it, you weren’t going back to Nevermore. Nope, you were going to run away, maybe live in the woods and find a Bigfoot family to take care of you.
The phone vibrated again and you rushed over.
Unknown:
Did you mean it?
What you wrote.
“Fuck!” You shouted. What did you say? There’s no way you could say “Yes, Wednesday, I meant every word of devotion that I wrote on that letter. Tell your boyfriend I said hi.” But if you didn’t let her know now, it was going to eat away at you until the day you died. Fuck fuck fuck!
You grabbed the phone and typed out the one word, but your thumbs stilled over the “send” button while your heart tried to beat out of your chest.
You pressed send.
You:
Yes
“Oh shit,” you groaned. Your hands were getting clammy. “Why did I do that.” Oh god. Oh shit. Why wasn’t she answering? There goes any chance of even being friends again. You were going to have to change your name and run away. Surely your family would understand, right? Yeah, they could even help you come up with a new identity.
The vibration against the bench was about to send you into a frenzy.
Unknown:
Call me tomorrow night. We can
watch the new Scream movie.
You had never typed so fast in your life.
You:
Is this a date?
The text couldn’t come quickly enough.
Unknown:
Yes.
But if you tell anyone, I will
remove your tongue.
You stared at your phone in utter disbelief. A date. With Wednesday Addams. A real date with the girl you were highkey in love with. Your letter had worked. It had worked!
You:
It’s a date
A smile took over your face as you put your phone back into your bag. You had a date.
“Fuck yes!” You shouted as you threw your fist in the air. You were definitely calling out of work tomorrow.
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I work corporate IT now, switched from customer service, but so many of the skills I learned in customer service are unfortunately useful. Like for people who have thick skulls.
A person was having a login issue yesterday. Those are pretty easy - usually they’re just entering in the wrong thing. But it was a phone call and we kept getting disconnected. And the disconnect kept happening before I knew which laptop she was using so i could remote into it. Finally we got a connection long enough to learn which laptop it was. I kept telling her “on the underside of the laptop there’s a label that says which laptop this is.” “But I can’t get into the laptop to tell you!” “Its on the bottom of the laptop!” “Oh, hang on.” Like i hadnt said “underside” several times. But I finally got which laptop it was before we got disconnected again. I’m trying to contact back while I can see her continue to enter in the wrong thing while trying to log in.
Finally, i use our remote access software to cut off her inputs and login to a shared account that we maintain for purposes such as this. I open notepad and leave a note, all the while i know she’s watching. “This is your username, the password you use is the same for your email, that’s all you need to enter. I’m going to turn your keyboard back on so you can login.” And did so.
She closed notepad and didn’t log out of the shared account. Went to go find her emails. There’s a message option with the remote software that I seldom use - it’s easy to ignore and I find notepad much easier. So I use the message option to say “this isn’t your account, none of your stuff is here.” I typed like four messages and she closed the window every time. Now, I’m the kind of person who won’t give you any more help than you ask for, and she was continually closing out my help, so I’m like “fine, deal with it yourself, if you need me you know where I am”, and closed my connection.
A short while later, she called back. “I’m logged in but my emails aren’t here.” Which. Yeah. I told you. You closed my messages. Which i say as politely as possible, but I can tell she’s getting irritated too. Which I get but that is not my fault. I say “Let me drive,” which is what we say to tell the user, “I’ve got this, I’ll show you.” She kept moving the mouse. “You’re not letting me drive, (name.)” With an annoyed tone she stopped doing things (possibly because I turned off user inputs again.) I went to the login screen, entered in her username. Had to reset her password which isn’t uncommon, and she set it back to what it was supposed to be. And we got in.
She then said “i don’t know how but I’m in.” Excuse me, you don’t know how? I walked you through everything i did in plain English. Flabbergasted, i said “that was me. I did that.” Never so glad to get an issue over with.
I would think by that point it's more about her being lonely and wanting to talk to someone than about her actually needing help to log in.
Unless she can't read. There was a guy I worked with at the depot of offices that said when he worked tech support in the 80's he was on the phone with a guy for his whole shift because they had to go over everything one letter at a time because the guy didn't know how to read. My co worker said he was getting frustrated because he thought the guy was being difficult purpose and once he understood what the issue was it went a lot easier.
-Rodney
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FACE TO FACE | J.HARLOW
PAIR: JACK HARLOW X ACTRESS!READER
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST
A/N: this fic is inspired by the couple quizzes on the gq youtube channel!
TAGGED: @livsters
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cameras started rolling. you were holding a set of cards while opening up the given laptop to talk to jack on screen. right now, you were going to ask some questions to jack, who was going to be in front of your screen. it really wasn’t face to face like they said, but rather screen to screen.
you introduced yourself, “hi gq, i’m y/n l/n, and today i’ll be asking one of my biggest fans a series of questions.”
meanwhile, jack got all giggly, excited to answer the questions that his girlfriend provided. he pretends to pick up the phone, “what’s up [nickname]?”
“hello mister harlow!” you chuckled at both jokes.
jack began conversation by asking the basic, “how are you doing today?”
“i’m doing great, what about you?”
“if you’re feeling great, then i’m feeling great also.”
you switched the conversation by bringing the main topic of the video, “good. okay, so i got to ask you some questions.”
“got it.”
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☆ FIRST QUESTION - “WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD?”
“probably fuck.” jack giggled at his answer, which later spread onto you. his answer reminded you of that clip featuring miranda cosgrove. although the clip was recorded, the editors had to bleep out the word due to monetization reasons. it sounded a bit more silly in the final version.
you pretended to be shocked by his answer, “i was about to say the same thing,” you explained, “there’s just so much emotion just by using those four letters.”
jack nods in agreement, “right. like you could accidentally spill a glass of milk and be like fuck.”
☆ SECOND QUESTION - “WHAT’S THE HARDEST PART ABOUT WORKING WITH ME?”
“i think the hardest part about working with you is not laughing the entire time. like you forget that you’re at work and not listening to a comedian’s private show.”
“i know, but it’s understandable,” you said, “it’s hard not to have fun when you’re around someone you love.”
☆ THIRD QUESTION - “WHAT IS YOUR SELF-CARE ROUTINE?”
jack had his hand resting on his chin, smirking. “resting with the best.”
you sarcastically rolled your eyes at jack. “baby, we’re talking self-care here!”
“my self-care routine consists of taking a bath, taking care of my hair, taking care my skin, making sure that i’m looking clean.” jack showed his clear and fresh manicure. “also getting a fresh trim and manicure if i can.”
you awed at him. “the manicure part was my idea, by the way.”
☆ FOURTH QUESTION - “LAST PURCHASE UNDER $20?”
you were already thinking about his answer, and it caused jack to laugh. you obviously had to joke about it. “let me guess, condoms?”
surprisingly, jack shook his head. he truthfully answers, “surprisingly, not this time. the last purchase under 20 was a set of tank tops. i believe they were 15 bucks.”
you scoffed, “yeah right.”
“you know what?” jack paused and remembered his last purchase. “forget about the tank tops. my last purchase under 20 dollars were a party sized bag of doritos.”
you got closer to the camera, pretending to hold a private conversation, “doritos, please don’t cut ties with us.”
☆ FIFTH QUESTION - “WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OUTFIT OF MINE?”
“my favorite outfit of yours?” jack repeated the question. he started to think of the many outfits that you wore over the years. he had plenty of them in mind but for today, he could only say one.
“i’m going with the red carpet look from cannes film festival.”
you wore a schiaparelli dress, and the accessories is what brought jack’s attention. you were surprised by jack’s response. you could’ve thought of another look, but it was a fan favorite after all. “the one from last year?” you asked jack.
“yeah, i liked it,” jack smiled, “what’s wrong?”
you shook your head, “oh nothing. i’m just surprised that you picked that one out of all my other looks.”
“well, i had a list of favorites, but i thought i only had to go with one, so i chose the schiaparelli look.”
“say, you got a list?” you placed your hands on your chin, striking the beth harmon pose, “tell me.”
jack lightly chuckled and began listing his favorite looks of yours. “okay-”
you reacted shockingly, “damn, you really listed an entire catalog of mine!”
“it’s the stylist’s fault for picking the good ones for you.”
☆ SIXTH QUESTION - “WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHOW TO BINGE?”
jack started reminiscing about the shows he used to binge, “i watch a lot of tv, and y/n knows that i’m inconsistent when it comes to these series.”
you agreed, “right. do you have a favorite, however?”
jack removed the toothpick from his mouth, “right now, i have to go with entourage on hbo.”
you smacked your lips, “there’s something about hbo series that seem more enjoyable than other services.”
☆ SEVENTH QUESTION - “WHAT IS YOUR GO-TO FILM?”
“there’s a lot of options when it comes to film, but right now, probably brokeback mountain.”
you were in the film industry, so you were aware of a lot of films. prior to acting, you were a film fanatic, going to the theaters during release day whenever you had a chance.
of course, you had your influences growing up. one of your inspirations growing up was the cast of brokeback mountain, which included heath ledger, jake gyllenhaal, and anne hathaway.
“i have a fun fact about brokeback mountain,” you began giving a backstory, “it was one of the first movies that got me into acting.”
the words that came out of your mouth made jack fall for you even more. he didn’t know about this piece of knowledge until now. he starts telling how you mean so much to him to the people the film crew that were in the background. “when i say this girl is my dream girl, she is my dream girl.”
☆ EIGHTH QUESTION - “WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FILM BY ME?”
“on the topic of films,” you picked up the card with the question on it, “what is your favorite film starring me?”
“starring you…” jack repeated that phrase, blanking out in front of you as he sets all of your filmography in his head.
since you were a critic’s darling, jack had some favorite films in mind. “i loved your performance in knives out and bones and all. oh, and the recent puss in boots movie? our future kids is going to love it!”
you laughed at his heart warming comment. “gee, i hope so…”
☆ NINTH QUESTION - “WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE ME FOR A DAY?”
jack rubbed his hands. “this is a tough one.”
he goes, “all of a sudden, i’m y/n l/n for a day. for a day off, i would probably pick up a camera and film a sweet little video featuring my sweet boyfriend.”
it was very thoughtful of him to bring up your passion of filming. since you were a busy woman, you felt like there was little time for you to pick up an extra hobby. sure, you might play the piano or be on the studios with jack on another day, but having time for something else wasn’t on your schedule.
“any extra details you want to add, y/n?”
“the setting takes place in our kitchen, keeping it cozy there.”
you hummed, “very.”
he mentions one last detail. “oh, and my sweet boyfriend is making food.”
your face changed from being relaxed to you laughing, knowing jack’s cooking skills. “and that’s where i end the video.”
☆ TENTH QUESTION - “WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE TO EVERYONE RIGHT NOW?”
jack made a frowning face. “what kind of advice? relationship? career?”
you picked up the card again, reading every single detail of that question. “it doesn’t specify what kind of advice, so i assume any.”
“i have this one advice that came from my dad,” jack quotes, “every decision can alter your whole life path, so it’s crucial you make good ones.”
“well said,” you tell jack, “everyone in here, take notes.”
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the tenth question of the interview was already answered, marking the end of the video. the directors yelled “cut” from both rooms, but you two had to stay for one last message.
jack starts, “if y’all want to see the other way around, go to vogue.com to see me ask y/n these questions face to face.”
“thank you to gq for being involved in this conversation between jack and i. thank you for watching!” you blew a kiss in front of the camera. the video cues to a white screen, placing the names of the people involved.
the cameras got everything, so you two were free to leave the studio. before you left the room, you talked to jack on the laptop five minutes after the interview ended.
“what do you want to do after we finish the interview for vogue?”
“you want to have a commentary on brokeback mountain?”
“i’d love that,” you smiled, “i’ll make dinner too.”
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The Apartment
Summary: Emmaline isn't lonely. The AI in her family's apartment makes sure of that.
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Please, don’t do it.
Emmaline barely sees the message on the control pad, caught in her sweater as she is, one arm successfully ensconced in a sleeve and the other unsuccessfully through the neck hole. She stops with one foot over the kitchen threshold and struggles to sort her clothing out. It’s unusual for House to communicate unprompted and, as far as she knows, she’s the only one up this early. By the time everything is going through the right hole, the message is gone.
She glances up at the ceiling, frowns, and then back to Apartment’s screen. Only kids think the AI is in the ceiling and she’s not a kid anymore. “Everything okay, Apartment?”
The control pad is dark, set into the wall next to light switches they haven’t used since they installed Apartment seven years ago. She knows that Apartment isn’t really in the ceiling - isn’t really anywhere in fact – but it’s habit. If she thinks about where Apartment actually is, she feels…weird. Not bad, really, but the diagram of where Apartment lies is unsettling. The circuitry involved in the AI that controls their environment reminds her of veins and arteries, twisting from room to room. All around them.
Bring a coat today, Apartment writes. The words are icy blue against the black screen, the letters appearing one by one as if typed. Apartment only writes like that for her, as if remembering all those years ago when it practiced her letters with her. It’s going to rain.
“Okay,” Emmaline says. She watches the words for a moment. Could she have imagined the first message? Maybe. Her stomach twists. “See you later.”
The heater kicks on, purring through the ducts as if seeing her off.
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Mom is home when Emmaline gets back from school.
Emmaline toes her shoes off at the front door next to her mom’s black pumps, patting the wall in thanks when her bare feet touch warmed floorboards. Her mother isn’t the easiest person to be around lately. Emmaline has to hide a snort at that. Her mother has never been the easiest person to be around.
A message darts across the screen next to the shoe rack. The shower is ready for you, Emma.
Emmaline smiles a little. Apartment is the only one who calls her by her nickname. “I’m going to get a snack first.”
There’s a flicker and Apartment writes, The water is already running.
Apartment never insists like that. Emmaline’s stomach twists. She’s wondered about it before, but Apartment is very unlike the other AI’s in their building. Her friend on the first floor never even named their AI. Said it was childish, like having an imaginary friend.
The water is hot now, Apartment says.
Emmaline drops her bag and heads for the kitchen without responding. She can hear her mom talking, syllables sharp and biting. Normally, Emmaline would avoid her mom when she sounds like that, but not today. Something in her gut is telling her that she needs to know why her mom is angry now.
“—not a negotiation,” her mother is saying. A long time ago, that voice was soft and gentle. Emmaline’s mouth sours at the snarl behind every word. “I am not arguing this with furniture—”
Emmaline steps into the kitchen without fully meaning to. Their apartment is on the interior of the building, so there’s no natural light. Instead her mother is bathed in a pale, artificial yellow that makes the wrinkles of her brow seem deeper than they actually are.
“I’m home,” Emmaline says. Her mother is dressed for work still, polka-dot blouse and black slacks that are at odds with the severity of her face. Emmaline pulls at the hem of her sweater, wishing she was dressed a little nicer. This was a bad idea. “H-how was your day?”
“Fine,” her mom says. She’s sitting at the kitchen table with her arms folded over her stomach. Apartment’s screen is rapidly erasing itself in front of her. Her mom watches Apartment close open tabs with a mean little glower. “Or it was. I should just tear this thing out for all the good it does.”
NO. Emmaline swallows. “I like Apartment.”
Her mom snorts. “I could get us a better one now. I got a promotion—”
“I like this one,” Emmaline says without thinking. Then, as quickly as she can, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt—”
But it’s too late. Her mom lurches up from the table, nearly sending her chair to the ground with how quickly she moves. “Doesn’t even care about my day, ungrateful, I would never to my parents—”
Emmaline ducks her head as her mother continues to mutter, gathering her keys and wallet from the counter and storming towards the door. She wants to tell her mom that she didn’t mean it, it’s just that she likes Apartment, Apartment who greets her when she comes home from school, who warms the floors when it’s cold, who starts the shower for her and remembers when she has a recital—
“I don’t know why I bother coming home when this is how I’m treated,” her mother snarls. She shoves past Emmaline. “Figure out dinner yourself since you’re fine without me.”
“That’s not what I—"
Her mom slams the door on the way out.
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By the time Emmaline gets out of the shower, Apartment has three recipes she can make from what’s in the fridge. Her eyes feel hot and puffy as she looks through them.
“I always upset her,” Emmaline says. Beef stroganoff. That seems easy enough. “I ruined her night off of work. And I haven’t seen her in so long--” She ducks her head. “I always mess up.”
No, Apartment writes on the fridge. It highlights the drawer the ground beef is in and then the vegetable drawer where the onion is. You did nothing wrong.
“I feel like I did,” Emmaline says. She gets out the cutting board. “Seems like Mom is only happy when I’m not around.”
She’s not sure what she’s expecting. Maybe for Apartment to say all the things her friends say. Your mother loves you. She’s just busy at work. If you have a good talk with her, I’m sure you’ll sort it out.
But Apartment turns on the stove and writes, I love having you around.
Emmaline sniffles as she cuts the onion. She stares at the words, drinking them in like she’s dying of thirst. I love having you around. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “Thanks, Apartment. I love—” you too “—talking to you.”
Don’t wipe your eyes with your hands. They have onion on them, Apartment writes.
“Is that why I’m crying?” Emmaline says. Then, before Apartment can respond, “How many noodles am I going to need?”
She spends the night cooking with Apartment. By bedtime she’s stopped listening for her mother’s key in the door and feels full and warm.
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“Emmaline,” Mom says a month later, “can we talk?”
Emmaline doesn’t look up from her homework. She feels like there’s wire in her spine, preventing her from turning around. “You’re back early.” The words are just as biting as her mother’s have been all month over the phone. Quit calling. Stop, Emmaline. She turns a page in her textbook. “You sleep in the office?”
Her mom hesitates in the doorway to her room. “I was at Ted’s.”
Ted’s. Probably her mom’s newest boyfriend. Her mom’s been gone for nearly a month this time. “Cool.”
Rather than taking the hint, her mom takes another step into her room. She’s wearing her heels by the sound of it. They click against the floorboards. “I shouldn’t have left like that.”
“But you always do,” Emmaline says. She finally swivels in her chair. She’s had a lot of time to think while her mom’s been gone and there’s a lot she wants to say. But all of those things dry up when her eyes land on the bag hanging from her mother’s shoulder. “You—are you going somewhere?”
“I am,” her mom says. It’s weird to see her looking so unsure, her pale eyes darting around Emmaline’s room as if in hostile territory. “I’ve been meaning to tell you about that.”
Without meaning to, Emmaline reaches for Apartment’s portable screen and pulls it into her lap. Apartment isn’t saying anything, but the weight of it is comforting. “Don’t leave,” Emmaline blurts out. She scrambles for the right words. “I—I won’t interrupt you anymore, I won’t—” What can she promise? What can she give to her mom to get her to stay? She feels like she’s been compromising for years, just trying to get her mother to stay. “I won’t get in the way—"
“I want you to come with me,” her mom says. The air conditioner kicks on, the rumble of it through the apartment like a growl. Her mom eyes the walls but resolutely continues. “My relationship with Ted is serious. He wants to meet you. He’s invited the both of us for the week.”
Emmaline stares. “Me too?”
“Yes,” her mom says. She rubs her arms as if chasing away a chill. “I think it’d be…good. To get out of here for a bit.”
Emmaline’s head spins. She’s never met one of her mom’s boyfriends before and now this? She tries to imagine sitting at the kitchen table with her mom and some unknown man, talking about her day at school like her friends do. “I—I don’t even know him.”
Her mother frowns a little. “This is how you get to know someone.”
“Living with them?” She’s never lived with anyone but Mom and Apartment. She shakes her head. “C-can’t he come over here? I can make dinner—”
“He doesn’t like AI,” her mom says. She gestures to the walls of their apartment, to the screen in Emmaline’s lap. “He’s a big supporter of Classic Living.���
Classic Living. Emmaline doesn’t have friends that support Classic Living. It’s something the older generations do, convinced that the AI that surround them will one day turn on them. “You’re dating a Classic?”
There must be something in Emmaline’s voice that her mom doesn’t like. Mom’s lips press together in a straight line. “Yes. And I plan to marry that Classic if all goes well.”
But what about Apartment? Emmaline almost asks. She catches the words just in time, biting her cheek to keep them from escaping. She clutches the screen to her chest. “I—I need some time to think about it. It’s—it’s a lot.”
“It’s just one week,” her mom says. Her eyes flick down to the screen in Emmaline’s arms and then back up. “One week, Emmaline.”
One week. One week is a long time, even if her mom doesn’t think it is. One week is seven dinners. Seven dinners is seven recipes and seven recipes is seven conversations with Apartment that she’ll miss. She’ll miss pre-set showers and gentle music playlists and help with her homework. She’ll miss the way Apartment types to her one letter at a time like it’s always done.
Apartment’s screen is blank. Waiting. She imagines it’s holding its breath, waiting for her to walk out the door. For a moment she can see Apartment all around her, afraid and alone. Just like Emmaline every time her mom doesn’t come back home.
Emmaline is not her mother.
“I need to think about it,” Emmaline says and doesn’t recognize the bite in her own voice.
Apartment’s screen flares and then settles back into pitch black.
Her mom nearly flinches, but catches herself a moment before she steps back. Her jaw firms. “Fine then. I’ll just go myself. If you change your mind, you know how to reach me.”
“Sure do,” Emmaline says. She doesn’t hide the bite in her words now. “See you.”
She doesn’t watch her mom leave. She hears her heels clicking through the hall and towards the front door. Emmaline squeezes her eyes shut tight. Her mom’s footsteps don’t even hesitate. She’s out the door faster then Emmaline thought possible, leaving Emmaline and Apartment by themselves.
Emmaline lets out a breath through her nose. She feels sick and shaky. “Maybe…” She screws her eyes shut and then forces them open. “Maybe that was a mistake.”
No, Apartment says. N. O. One letter after the other. Not a mistake, Emma.
“I don’t have to go live with him,” Emmaline says. The apartment is in her deceased father’s name. If Emmaline gets a part time job, that’ll be enough to cover the expenses. “I—I could just meet him…”
Please, don’t do it, Apartment says.
Emmaline stares at the words. They seem familiar to her. That’s right, a month ago. She saw Apartment say those same words on the screen by the kitchen. “Apartment, did you know she wanted me to move out with her?”
Apartment is silent.
Emmaline thinks she should feel betrayed. Apartment knew. Apartment knew about Ted and about the question her mom just asked her and it didn’t tell her. She breathes in through her nose. “Apartment, do you want me to move?”
Please, don’t do it.
“Then…do you want me to stay?”
Yes. Stay. I want you to stay.
“You want me to stay,” Emmaline repeats. She wonders if Apartment knows what it just said. AI…nobody knows how sentient they are. They aren’t supposed to want.
Emmaline has always wanted to hear those words.
“Okay,” she says. She raises the screen to press against her forehead. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
Thank you, Apartment spells. And then, again, Thank you, Emma.
Emmaline has never been thanked for staying. She feels an unfamiliar prickling behind her eyes. “Hey, do you think I could…call you something else?”
Apartment’s screen blinks at her. Something else?
“Like a nickname,” Emmaline says. “Like you call me.”
Apartment purrs around her. Of course, Emma.
Is she imagining the warm hue to the words? Emma feels the anxiety leftover from her mom’s request disappear completely. She smiles. “Can I call you Home?”
It would be my honor, Home says.
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So recently I was listening to one of my favourite podcasts while on a business trip by train through the Swiss Alps to Zurich. 'The Rest Is History' hosted historians Dominic Sandbrook and Tom Holland were quite topical talking about France under de Gaulle and the student riots of 1968 as well as its legacy towards France’s current troubles with civil disorder.
The recent riots starting in Nanterre and beyond were troubling and significant. However outsiders not knowing the French or their culture and history thought it was either the fall of the Fifth Republic or start of the collapse of Western civilisation itself. It was nothing of the sort. For the most part the French think it healthy to blow off steam and have a jolly good riot in the same way people in England blow off steam by writing an angry letter to the editor of the Times. It’s just how things are. As predicted, things have gotten quiet now.
In their podcast Sandbrook and Holland cheekily suggested that the fizzling out of les evénéments – the student protests of 1968, during which it seemed that another of France’s periodic revolutions might ignite - had something to do with the Whitsun holidays. Realising that their Parisian parents were setting off for their holiday homes in the French countryside or the southern coast, the elitist student leaders put down their high minded revolutionary leftist philosophical slogans aside for the bourgeois comfort of vacances en famille. There is a lot of truth to that.
All this is to say les grandes vacancies have already begun in France. The grand vacation of July and August is an entrenched tradition in the French psyche. So ingrained is this tradition that until 2015 there were regulations still in place dating back to the French revolution that governed when bakers in Paris could take their holidays, so as not to deprive the city’s populace of their daily bread (not quite baguette, because that was invented later by the Austrians camped out in the Champs de Mars after the fall of Napoleon - but that’s another story).
That France is in the middle of les grandes vacances can be seen here in Paris. Parisians are leaving their apartments and heading out to the countryside or down south to the Med - to be offfeeling handedly rude and entitled towards the locals. Schools have been closed since June. Many shops are closed or not nearly as crowded as usual, most of the people wandering the streets have cameras around their necks. Of course not everyone goes and those that stay can feel freer until the first glut of tourists arrive.
For many France in August is definitely their favourite time of the year. And every summer I’m reminded just how much French language and culture are inseparable by the fact that there are words for people who take their annual vacation in July, les juillettistes, or in August, les aoûtiens.
Most French people have 5 weeks of paid vacation per year, and some have even more time off with the inclusion of their RTTs (essentially, personal days) for those who work more than 35 hours per week. I work close to 80 hours a week, so I'm ready for my break from the corporate treadmill.
So my blog will be shut down for the rest of the summer as I go away on vacation. I’ll be back in early September.
I use this time to switch off my phone and strictly no social media as I go off grid. It's a question of valuing one's mental health. I hope you can do the same.
Thank you for following my blog and appreciating my eclectic posts.
I wish you all the best.
Have a great summer!
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07: to kiss or to stop an electrical fire, that is the question
words: 2.4k
warnings: swearing
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Life was an electric hand mixer and you were cake batter, because you were getting beaten.
You were supposed to be out partying with your friends, but you were home alone at 1am on a Friday night failing to change a light bulb. Somehow all the bulbs in the apartment had blown at once (you figured maybe the ancient surge protector had malfunctioned) and plunged you into total darkness.
You stood on the kitchen counter to reach the two light bulbs in the kitchen ceiling, fumbling around with your phone clasped between your teeth and the flashlight switched on. That would’ve been a weird enough sight for Taehyun to come home to, not counting the fact that you’d already told him you were going to be out late that night.
“What are you doing?” he asked, flipping the switch by the front door. The lights didn’t turn on. He flipped it back off.
“Power surge. All the bulbs blew out,” you explained, your words muffled from your phone in your mouth.
He took off his shoes and watched you struggle for a bit with his arms crossed, until you caught your finger on a sharp bit of metal.
“Ow!”
It was one of those days.
“Get down from there. I’ll do it,” Taehyun ordered, his voice authoritative.
You clumsily crawled off the kitchen counter with his assistance, hoping he hadn’t heard your breath hitch in your throat when he grabbed your forearm and put his hand on your lower back to help you down. As your friends were always too eager to point out, you’d never been good at hiding your interest in people.
Although to be fair, you were almost certain you knew more about Taehyun than he was aware of. There’d been too many coincidences, and he texted exactly like TH did. Also, TH? He couldn’t pick different letters?
Passing him the new light bulb and your phone, you rinsed your bleeding finger under the tap until the water ran clear. By then he was done, giving you a nod and a thumbs up. You walked over to the front door to try again, but when you turned on the light switch, the new bulb still didn’t work.
He hummed. “That’s weird. Okay, turn it back off and let me-”
The darkness helped to conceal your expression, but it couldn’t hide the quiet sob of frustration that despite your best efforts broke out of you. You covered your mouth and turned away, biting the inside of your cheek.
“Woah, woah, woah, are you crying?” Taehyun asked, dropping everything to jump down from the counter and rush over to you. He placed a tentative hand on your shoulder to get you to turn around.
“I’m fine, Taehyun. Let’s just fix the lights,” you mumbled, raising your hands to hide your face even though he could barely see you in the pitch black.
“Fuck the lights,” he said, gently pushing your hands aside and taking them in between his own for a brief moment. He could probably feel you shaking. “Do we have any candles?”
You couldn’t remember when he’d stopped asking if ‘you’ had something and started asking if ‘we’ had something. Or when he’d stopped saying ‘your’ apartment and started saying ‘our’ apartment. But you remembered being inordinately happy the first time he did.
“On the bottom shelf of the second cabinet,” you answered. He procured a red pillar candle, set it on a saucer, and lit it.
The flame reflected in his warm eyes, shining with concern and worry and only making you feel worse. He guided you over to the sofa with one hand on your back and the other holding the candle, and you both sat down cross-legged, facing each other.
“Talk to me,” he said, carefully setting the candle down on the coffee table (or the old wooden trunk you used as a coffee table that was almost certainly haunted). Fire hazard, your brain unhelpfully pointed out.
“I-” the second you looked at him, you stopped, tripping over your words again.
The flame of the candle illuminated his face with a soft, diffused, orange luminescence, making it look like his skin was glowing. But again, what caught your attention was how the light made his eyes sparkle, so large and warm and disarming.
He had to be TH; there was no other way. And yet, here you were, acting like a fool with your head buried so deep in the sand you’d befriended three crabs and a starfish. How were you supposed to tell him without scaring him away?
“I don’t want to burden you,” you said haltingly, prodding at your finger.
“Well, you can’t only burden yourself,” he countered, before opening the drawer of the end table next to him and pulling out a box of bandages. “Give me your hand.”
You obliged, and he gently taped up the small but deep cut left by the loose prong of the kitchen light. His hands were cold, but you didn’t mind.
“I missed the dean’s list by half a percentage point,” you told him after a while. “It’s just a vanity thing so maybe I’m shallow for caring, but-”
“You don’t have to justify being upset,” he told you. While you stared at the candle flame, he stared at you. The fresh tear tracks on your face glistened in the candlelight. He was done dressing your cut, but he didn’t let go of your hand.
You shrugged. “I have it so easy, though.”
“It’s not a competition,” he said calmly.
That made you burst into tears. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why you were crying at pretty much nothing, your face burning with embarrassment as you babbled incoherently about being homesick and missing your parents.
“I can’t even go home over the summer because they told me they don’t want me there,” you sobbed. “And two of Yeonjun’s crewmates overheard me talking to Soobin about it and lied to the entire crew that my parents disowned me because I didn’t make the dean’s list.”
Taehyun’s soft eyes turned cold in an instant. “Who was it?” he asked. When you didn’t reply, though, his voice lost its edge. “Did you tell Yeonjun?”
You answered that you had, which wasn’t technically a lie. He had a competition coming up soon and you didn’t want to ruin his relationship with his two best dancers, nor did you want him or Soobin to worry about you. You ended up recounting the incident as vaguely as possible and said you couldn’t join them clubbing because you had a headache.
You hadn’t even told either of them that you were the love whisperer, much less that 1) your roommate/crush was one of your clients and 2) you were almost certain his crush was you. Because what if you did tell them and then everything fell apart? Speaking good things into existence never ended well.
Taehyun hummed, telling you as kindly as he could that he didn’t believe you, and finally let go of your hand. You missed the warmth immediately.
“Why do some of Yeonjun’s members hate you so much?”
“How do you know about that?” you asked, distracted by your confusion enough to stop crying for a moment.
“I hear them talk,” he replied, shrugging. “You’d be surprised how loose-lipped people get when they’re around a nobody.”
You frowned. “You’re not a nobody.” He dismissed this sentiment with a flick of his wrist and gestured for you to continue. You did: “They think I’m stuck up for refusing Yeonjun’s advances since half the campus is in love with him.”
“So? Half the campus is in love with you, too,” Taehyun retorted.
Your tears had dried by now, and you laughed and shook your head. “That’s not true.”
“Isn’t it?” He leant forward and tapped the back of your hand to get you to look up. “Listen, fuck them. They’re just jealous you’re friends with their captain.”
You knew that, but knowing something in your head was very different from knowing it in your heart. Just like how logically you knew he was TH, but your mind refused to let you believe it. Believing was a dangerous game — the what ifs, the rationalisations, the fear of the unknown.
You held his gaze for a few seconds before looking away again.
“I wish I would’ve said something,” you sighed. He didn’t need to ask you why you didn’t; you knew that would be the next question out of his mouth. “I don’t like picking fights.”
He bit his lip in thought. “You don’t have to censor yourself to get people to like you. The right people will like you for who you are. Yeonjun and Soobin are proof of that.”
You had stopped crying a long time ago. The candle was still burning away on the coffee table.
“Thank you, Taehyun.” Your voice came out as almost a whisper as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. The second your eyes locked on his, your heart rate started to pick up and you had to look away.
“Yeah. I mean it,” he said, and you could tell he really did. He tapped your hand again, which was weird, but you raised your head obediently. He hardly ever touched you like that. “For what it’s worth, I’m not going home over the summer either. So you won’t be alone.”
You smiled, but it didn’t stop your eyes from watering again at the mention of home. Why did you cry so much?
“Sorry,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to blink your tears away.
Instead of scoffing at or chastising you for apologising for nothing, which was what you had come to expect from him, he just scooted over on the sofa and pulled you against his chest. You let out a quiet chirp of surprise as he manoeuvred your head onto his shoulder and held you in his arms, but still you hugged him back.
For someone with as much nervous energy as you, his composed nonchalance had always been reassuring, but actually feeling his chest rise and fall with each of his slow breaths calmed you down more than you could have ever imagined. He smelt like freshly washed bed sheets and your shampoo, because he had run out of his and hadn’t had the time to go to the shops yet.
You pulled back first, worried he could hear how fast your heart was beating. In the light of the single pillar candle, the living room was starting to feel like a romantic restaurant. Even taking a calculus test would feel intimate here.
But he didn’t remove his hands from your shoulders. His round eyes stayed pinned to yours, simultaneously soft and piercing in a way that forever bewildered you. You could only make out his features because of how close his face was to yours, barely illuminated by the glow of the candle.
His gaze flickered down to your lips, and then right back up after a fraction of a second. But he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from seeing it, from noticing him break eye contact. You leaned forward experimentally, trying to figure out if you were imagining things.
Like he’d been waiting for a signal from you all this while, one of his hands slid down to your forearm and the other up to the nape of your neck, frigid fingers ghosting over your skin and making you shudder. He leaned in too, his ever-expressive eyes now silently asking you for permission.
“Taehyun…” you whispered, feeling like your heart was going to break its way out of your ribcage if this went on for a second longer.
But then he smirked.
“Did I give you goosebumps?” he teased, running his fingertips over your bare inner wrist and under your collar, feeling the raised bumps on your skin.
“Your hands are cold!” you protested.
He laughed quietly, the first time you’d ever heard him laugh — a full laugh, not a chuckle or a snort. You knew that for certain because you could never have forgotten such a sweet sound.
He leaned in even closer, the tip of his nose now brushing your own, and tilted his head. His lips were almost on yours, and his hand on your arm shifted to the curve of your waist. Emboldened, you curled your fingers into the loose fabric of his button-up and pulled him towards you.
Until his eyes went from half-lidded to wide, staring at something behind you. What was it now? You turned around to see the kitchen light bulb he had replaced earlier now fizzing and crackling and flashing uncontrollably. Dozens of sparks were flying out of it every second. You hadn’t turned the light switch back off earlier, you were now realising.
More annoyed than concerned, you looked back at him with a childish impatience.
“Can we just deal with it later?” you said, never wanting to kiss someone more in your life. The one goddamn time you weren’t denying yourself something you wanted because you were scared of how it could end, and Zeus chose to fuck with your light bulbs.
He rolled his eyes. “To kiss or to stop an electrical fire, that is the question,” he said, his tone dripping in sarcasm.
“Okay, Hamlet,” you groaned, getting up to switch off the mains. Your feet had gone numb from sitting on them for so long and you immediately fell to the floor, immobilised by the pins and needles in your toes.
He caught you easily with one strong arm wrapped around your waist — all those disgusting protein shakes he drank must have been doing something, you figured — and just barely saved you from hitting your head on the corner of the coffee table.
“You’re so clumsy,” he observed, not for the first time, but for once he sounded more amused than unimpressed. Before he let you go he squeezed your hip, so nonchalant as he flipped the light switch and climbed effortlessly up onto the kitchen counter.
You were a goner.
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STRAWBERRY MILK ༄ HYJ
synopsis yujin is very popular in school and gets frequent confessions. when reader ignores his existence, he thinks that they hate him. so, he tries to bribe reader with snacks.
pairing classmate!yujin x gn!reader
genre fluff, platonic
mentions gyuvin, gunwook
warnings mentions of snacks
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it wasn’t unknown to anyone that han yujin was incredibly favored in school albeit having a relatively shy character. he was multiple students’ eye candy and even had a fan club! being used to the attention, he didn’t take satisfaction in how you weren’t providing him any.. at all.
it’s not like you didn’t believe he was attractive but you cared to focus on your studies better than a mere boy and that rubbed yujin the wrong way.
“hyung, i haven’t gotten any gifts from them yet!” yujin signaled you to gyuvin using his eyes “maybe they’re working on it, why are you so worked up on one person that isn’t being up in your face?” gyuvin quirked his brow, amused at the sight.
“do they hate me? i don’t want people to hate me!” yujin frowned, crossing his arms together “i’m sure they don’t hate you, yujin-ah.” the older boy smiled, patting his friend’s back.
every day when yujin walked into his classroom, there would be at least two chocolates or letters on his table. especially on white day, the gifts kept piling over and yujin would share the snacks he was given with his friends.
he memorized every confession letter as they all started and ended the same way but ever since he noticed that you weren’t interested in him, he kept inspecting every recent letter to see if it was from you. none.
“still nothing?” gunwook questioned, feeling nearly bad for the distressed kid, whose head was face first on the table. “having one person dislike you doesn’t mean anything, yujin..” gyuvin sighed, fed up with yujin’s beliefs about you. “what if they secretly curse me and they plan to use everything against me in the future?!” eyes enlarged at the rash thought.
“then how about you switch it up?”
no, yujin did not like gyuvin’s idea as he has never done this before but he swallowed his pride. so there he is, holding a small bag full of various kinds of snacks that he borrowed from gyuvin. feeling a bit chipper for once, he made his way to your table, secretly loving the looks he got from his ‘kind act’. “hi! i know we don’t talk much but i got you some snacks!” shoving the small plastic bag into your face. you glance up at him, confused at the sudden moment.
“oh, um.. thank you?? but i’m not hungry..” confusion is written all over your complexion. “oh that’s okay! you can have it later.” he kept encouraging you to keep it but you were more persistent than he thought “i don’t eat those kind of snacks.. sorry.” (what are you? jiwoong?) you told as a last attempt to stop the boy from bothering you. “oh.” was all he said, interrupted by the teacher entering the classroom.
for the next few days, he left you alone while trying to figure out another resort. that’s when he caught on the fact that you always drink milk in the morning before class starts, so that was his next objective. he got up super early in the morning to buy you milk at a nearby convenience store. feeling hopeful once more, he placed the milk on your table, and you raised your head to see a familiar face. “you like milk right? here.” with a wide grin and proud shoulders.
“i don’t like banana milk, yujin.”
yujin, who was laidback, is now trying to hide his red ears from the embarrassment. what was this deja vu he was feeling? of course, the sudden remark had gotten stares from around and soon enough, people started speculating that he had a crush on you.
feeling pity for the boy, you decided to give him a not-so-subtle suggestion. after class was over, you called out to the boy “yujin, wait up!” he stopped in his tracks and faced you. “i do like milk, strawberry milk.” you smiled to not make him feel like a fool and he was relieved that you didn’t think he was a nuisance.
ever since then, every morning there would always be a bottle of strawberry milk on your table and a han yujin awaiting your reactions from a distance.
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Would You Say I’m Worthy?
Harry “Opie” Winston x Reader - One Shot
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Hey guys! It’s Blaire from @spacedbrainnn . Just moving my writing onto a main blog!
You were head over heels for the man and there was no stopping it. He was all brooding, troubled and mysterious and you could do nothing to stop yourself from the head first dive that you’d taken since you met him.
He hardly spoke, but he left you notes here and there. You’d been assisting SAMCRO for the longest time since Chucky arrived, who was a good friend of yours, and you’d caught one another’s eye. After that, it was subtle glances and a smile here or there, or even a wink if you were lucky.
‘Have a good day.’
‘Here’s a shitty daisy like flower.’
‘I hate the color of this sticky note.’
‘How’s our two fingered friend doing?’
‘I’m keeping this pen.’
Those intimate sticky note letters were barely legible and hardly anything to scoff at. What he thought was just a running joke, you enjoyed, and kept each one in a little container beneath the bar top. He didn’t know the effect he had on you, or anyone for that matter, since he lost both Donna and his kids.
“What’s it say today?” Chucky was the first one to ask as he began to wipe down the top of the deep mahogany bartop.
“‘What’s the sky look like from your end?’” You read to Chucky with a little laugh. “He asks me these questions but doesn’t give me a place to reply to them at.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want you to.” Chucky offered as he shrugged, getting back to work on making the bartop shiny and clean.
“How would you put it? ‘I accept that’?” You teased, earning a smile out of the chipper, barely fingered man.
A roar of bikes signaled that some of SAMCRO’s finest had returned, making both Chucky and you raise your heads slightly to peer through the window.
Opie was trailing Jax and Bobby as they pulled up, his long hair flicking beneath his helmet as he pulled into the drive. He stopped a bit after his parking space and backed it in, before hitting the kill switch and discarding his helmet on the handle bars.
He didn’t speak when he came in, all leather and hair being smoothed out below silver ring clad fingers. “Hey darlin’.” Jax greeted as she threw him a wave, ignoring his charm, but Opie didn’t stay long and disappeared down the hallway.
“He doesn’t speak too much, does he?” You asked Jax, and he shook his head.
“Nah, not too much. It’s been a while since he spoke freely.”
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Every Friday night was a Crow Eater party. It was a time when you would come for a while, before things got too terribly wound up, and then you would leave. You were sipping a beer, leaned on the bar, looking around but there was a pair of familiar eyes missing.
“Where’s Ope?” You asked Chucky, who shrugged.
When you didn’t get a reply, you handed the amber bottle over to Chucky for safe keeping before you wandered off down the hall to see if he was in his dorm.
Lo and behold, through a crack in his dorm door, he was kicked back in bed, still fully clothed minus his boots, an arm over his eyes with only the lamplight on. He looked peaceful, until you disrupted that by lightly knocking with one knuckle.
“Come in.” It was a slurred mumble as his eyes finally opened again. They were dark and swirling as you stepped into the meticulously neat room, the only thing out of place being a couple of motorcycle parts out on the desk.
“Hey, not joining the party?” You asked as you came to sit in his wooden desk chair.
“Nah. Not my scene.” He replied as he grunted, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, his back popping while his muscles protested wickedly.
“Oh, that’s fair.” He nodded as you said it, having been half asleep, but he just yawned quietly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
He wasn’t prepared for what you were going to ask him next. “Why don’t you ever give me a chance to reply to your notes?” The man, for once, looked absolutely dumbfounded. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about a reply, before clearing his tatted throat.
“I guess… I didn’t think you’d want to.”
This shocked you. Your brows knit for a moment as he calculatedly watched him, a frown on your lips. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”
Several reasons popped in the burdened man’s head. He was a killer, he lost everything he loved to this club and if he let you in, you were pretty much signing your own death warrant to Mr. Mayhem. You were putting a black listed card in your own hands.
Finally, he gave a heavy sigh and replied, his eyes dropping to his socked feet. “If I let you in, you very well could be ending your life by picking me.”
This caused you to recoil a bit. “So you’re not even giving me a choice?” You asked him.
“No. I’m not worth anyone getting themselves killed or hurt.”
He seemed so cut and dry with this response, as if this was already made up in his head, as if he didn’t want to risk being the sole reason another life dropped for loving him. He already beat himself down to know he wasn’t worthy.
“You don’t get to make that choice. You don’t… get to pick what’s best for me.” You told him with a shake of your head. “Why can’t you let me try?”
The words were stuck in Opie’s throat as you reached out and caressed his beard. He swallowed carefully, before he pressed his lips to your palm.
“I can’t make your decisions for you. I can only advise you that this might not be best.” He murmured, before you made him look you in the eyes.
“I’m picking you.”
— end —
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Jjk headcanons but I’m right.
Ft. Inumaki, Gojo, and Itadori.
Most SFW I’ll mark NSFW with ⭐️
Asstoru:
-Something that’s obvious is that he’s the biggest tease EVA.
Little quips like “I don’t know do I?”
When you’re just trying to get his feelings about something. Loves to see you frustrated.
-Didn’t lose his V-card until College, and he was 100% not sober. He didn’t even really like who he was with they were just hot and he was tired of being the only virgin. it sounds like a surprise but he’s actually very picky with who he’s with. He may accept numbers and make out with random people at the club but he’s actually very selective with who he brings to bed. his body count isn’t in the hundreds like everyone thinks. (It’s definitely not low either though 😭)
-He would either settle down with someone that challenges him and is just as smart, hardheaded and driven. Or, a total bim/him/thembo. A pretty lil thing he can come home to.
-Love language is gifts and maybe touch.
He loves seeing you get all embarrassed over the bare minimum like flowers on your birthday or expensive chocolate. Nothing makes him happier than seeing a piece of glam they he got you strewn over your neck.
-he’s a raging bisexual but overcompensates for that gay part of him which “how much he likes women.” And made himself a womanizer to avoid dealing with those feelings
⭐️ He’s an annoyingly quick learner. This applies to everything- but especially sex. You can try and hide your reactions and pretend like he’s not doing a good job to try and win this little game you two play, but he’ll just (unfairly) dissect you with six eyes and use his powers to monitor your heartbeat, follow the muscle convulsions of your walls, listen to every little stifled breath and whimper. You can’t hide anything from him! You just masturbated? He knows. You just had a wet dream with him in it? He knows. You just zoned out for .02 seconds because his shirt fits him so well??? He fucking knows! It’s seriously annoying.
⭐️ He uses you as a power trip. Play fights where he pretends you’re winning, or hickeys that you think will last. But the second you look away he heals it and loves how flustered and upset you get. (He’s really just doing it so you’ll mark him up again) repeat ad infinitum until he’s done receiving them.
Inumaki Toe gay:
-His inability to speak was something that he had grown used to. Until he met you, and he found himself wanting desperately to talk to you like everyone else does.
Write. Him. Letters.
No one has ever made an effort to actually get close to him like you do. Sticky notes, texts, hand symbols, the works.
He’s been totally happy sitting idly as people spoke to him or around him, but you don’t settle for that. You insist that he deserves to be heard- and he falls in love almost immediately.
-Love with him is so fucking sweet and funny- it’s the shit you see in books and movies.
-he’s sassy. He’ll just start furrowing his brows you know under his mask he’s pouting because you didn’t want to hold his hand.
“Don’t do that.”
“Okaka.”
He just huffs and turns around.
Sassy man apocalypse survivor.
-He’s so funny and I will DIE on this hill. Sometimes he’s not even trying, he’s just that awesome.
He’ll slip you notes of cheesy pickup lines and flirting that makes you flustered.
-You two are the last to realize that you both like eachother, you both thought it was one sided- but literally anyone who looks at the way you two act with eachother knows.
-Leaves you trinkets/gifts that he thinks you would like.
-Love language is 100% touch
⭐️He whimpers. AHHHGHHG I’m literally going crazy thinking about this but it’s another hill I’ll fucking die on. He can’t tell you or affirm to you what he likes verbally but he is vocal- it’s almost pornographic the way he whines and grips onto the sheets.
⭐️A switch through and through, a bit more vanilla overall but will try anything you like. He probably wouldn’t use his cursed speech on you unless you practically begged him for it, and even then he makes you establish 10 layers of safety precautions. It has to be something you reallllyyy want, he wouldn’t suggest it. And he’d only do the commands you told him you want.
Boobji Itadori:
-Has never felt the touch of a woman in his life 😭
That’s not exactly a secret but yk.
-He says he has a type but he really doesn’t, he’s a total sweetheart. He may check women out with his “ideal type” but he would date anyone who asked him out and make you his world.
-He’s confident in school and friendships but he gets red and flustered easily if you make the first moves, He goes along with it and adapts well though.
-He’s just so fiery and passionate it’s hard to keep up with him sometimes, but his motivation to help others is one of his best qualities, everyone is equal in his eyes.
-He’s a struggling ally. And this applies to everything- not because he doesn’t want to be, but because he’s just stupid 💀.
He’s the type to look at two lesbians walking down the road and start blasting girl in red in solidarity and making a whole scene, or look at stretch marks and say “who did this to you 😡/why did you do this to yourself?🥺”
But he’s trying.
-love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.
Acts of service as in he would rip a tree out for you to prove that he could.
He’s an excellent communicator, Without even trying too, he just does somehow. He’s good at sympathizing with people and is very emotionally intelligent, especially considering all the shit he’s been through.
And don’t you dare try that “it’s nothing” or “I’m fine” shit because he WILL annoy you until you tell him.
-Overall, 10/10. He’s a little stupid but hey isn’t everyone?
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