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Blank Canvas Chapter 8

Read on AO3. this chapter was cursed as hell to write (the blockage was real) but i made my deadline so HA Summary: On Sen Takatsuki being a murderer. Word Count: 4225 Chapter 9 Chapter 7 Master Post

No text.

No call.

Nothing.

It was like Kishou was never there at all.

She couldn’t reach out to him, because her number had been blocked. He wouldn’t reach out to her, because he never did. It was always her bending his ear, her approaching him, her reaching out to someone she always knew was unreachable. Lonely souls were alone for a reason.

(She didn’t want to be alone. She was terrible like that.)

She lay sprawled out on her bed, cold like concrete, with books occupying every corner that she couldn’t reach. Shelley, Murakami, Poe, Dazai, Kafka, Hakushuu— she devoured their contents wholly, unlike the half-person she was. Read, analyze, reread. A cycle that couldn’t end.

Why was it that everything she wanted slipped through her fingers like sand? Papa died, her ‘father’ hated her, and now Kishou had disappeared.

The only constant was her.

Her, a murderer.

Her, a byproduct.

Her, a pastime.

She picked up a book at random. Her eyes glided over the words, barely taking them in. It was presumptuous of her to think she could be loved, wasn’t it? Presumptuous to think that by putting her own words out there, someone would approach her and understand. She was just so—

The door cracked open, letting a sliver of light pierce the darkness “Kiddo?” Shiono’s voice said. “You okay?”

— ugly.

She was ugly and broken, and he knew that more than anyone. He should leave her alone. Just like everyone else.

But the door opened wider instead, bathing her in brightness. She covered herself with her blanket. Don’t look don’t look dont look don’t look don’t look—

Shiono’s footsteps drew closer. “I heard you come in earlier. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Liar. He was angry. She had disobeyed him. She hadn’t listened to him about Kishou. She was terrible and stepped out of line and so should be punished.

She felt his weight sink into the side of the bed.

It would start with a barrage of ‘I told you so!’-s and ‘why didn’t you listen?’-s. He would read her thoughts out loud to her, shake her ear drums to their core until they bled with the truth. He would rip off the covers, yell right in her face. The spit would pierce her skin and infect it, and it would still be less than she deserved. She was such a—

“I’m sorry.”

What?

“I’m not a very good guardian, am I? I can’t even protect you from a bad boyfriend.” Shiono laughed, but it was a sad one. “I’m sorry I’m not someone you think you can trust.”

Why was he saying this? She was worthless. Nothing. A clump of meat slapped onto the slab of the world to be cut up and butchered because that was all she was good for. Right?

“But… I care about you, Sen.”

Sen blinked. The name she chose. A single kanji meaning ‘spring’ or ‘fountain’. Papa always loved the hot springs. He promised he’d take her one day, once they had enough money to fund a trip. It never happened.

“I want to do better, so can we talk?”

Sen slowly peeled the blanket away from her face, revealing jade eyes that glanced up at her guardian. Shiono was frowning, and concerned, and worried about her.

“Hey, kiddo,” he said, attempting a half smile.

Tears soaked her pillow before she knew it.

———

On the train, Kaneki couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It made too much sense: Fushimi’s motive in the story, Takatsuki’s ‘passing’ history with Donato, Donato’s unusual victims, the double murder in the 8th ward.

Donato had been framed, and Takatsuki was the real culprit.

The only question was: why?

Why was Donato framed? Why was Takatsuki let go? Who exactly was he working with? Not only that, but who was responsible for the framing, and why did they do it? Was it to catch Donato, with Takatsuki’s crime a convenient excuse? Were they trying to protect Takatsuki and Donato was the price? If so, then from what?

And then the second victim, Noroi… He shared Takatsuki’s last name, spelling and all. Had she killed him too, or had she only killed Kasuka Mado? Either way, why did she kill anyone? What were the circumstances that led up to it? Would Kaneki be her next—

His phone buzzed, interrupting his trail of thought. He checked the text, and a once-dormant pit in his stomach made itself known again.

From: Hina touka n kaya are busy today you still available?

He’d been so caught up in his recent revelations that he’d forgotten his destination today. He quickly replied:

To: Hina I’m heading over right now. See you then!

He put his phone away with a sigh.

It never got easier, did it? Perhaps the pain dulled, but that didn’t mean the void left was gone. You could paint over it and fill it with other things— maybe even better things— but it would still be a void. It would still be a harrowing loss. You would always be left wondering: what if things could be different?

Kaneki reached his stop and got off, heading toward the cemetery.

He hoped Hina was doing okay. She’d been tutoring at the local elementary school, if he remembered correctly, so they hadn’t had time to really meet up, especially now that he finally had a job. Time was so strange; he still remembered when he watched her stumble and struggle with the kanji in Monochrome Rainbow. Now she would be the one watching.

Speaking of Monochrome Rainbow, maybe he should have invited Takatsuki to say hi, make Hina’s day. Would that be weird, inviting your coworker/crush/possible murderer to an annual memorial visit? Not to mention the possible murderer part. Emphasis on the possible murderer part, even.

He came to a stop at a streetlight, where the shadows cast by the setting sun made it seem like it was nighttime.

He recalled when he caught Takatsuki in his arms, and the way she had stared so… owlishly at him. Almost as if she were fascinated by him. Though that couldn’t be true; he was just an artist drawing her story and giving her his input regarding composition. To think they were— or could be— anything more was stupid and senseless.

Wait, why was he even concerned about that when she could have killed someone? Shouldn’t he be more worried that he could be next on her list? If she could get away with murder and stick the Priest himself in Cochlea, who was to say she didn’t have more victims there, intentional or otherwise?

He passed the gates, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Ugh, he was thinking like Hide in college; someone too caught up in theory to take a solid stance on fact. The truth was that he just didn’t know enough, so he shouldn’t jump to any drastic conclusions. He needed more info.

That, and he felt like she wouldn’t kill someone without a really good reason. If there was one thing he’d learned about her these past few months, it was that everything she did had a purpose. Maybe that was why he was having an easy time digesting it. There was a motive, a justification— otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense, and it wouldn’t be Takatsuki.

He saw Ryouko and Asaki’s joint gravestone on its small hill beneath a cherry blossom tree. They had always enjoyed spring the most, and Kaya made sure they could continue to enjoy it long after their passing.

And there, leaning against that tree, was Hina, with her signature four-leaf clover pins holding up her hair on either side.

He remembered when they first met. A scrawny thirteen-year-old girl, whose head barely came up to his shoulders. Now she was eighteen, fully grown, and they were nearly the same height. Despite that, he could never quite not see the little sister figure who turned to him for help when she couldn’t read something.

When she saw him, her face lit up. “Ken!”

He waved as they jogged up to meet. “Hey, Hina—”

He was cut off by her tight embrace, and the pair shared a laugh. “I’m glad you could make it,” she said, pulling back. “Touka’s med school exam is today, and Kaya’s taking up Enji’s work again tonight, so…”

Again. Mr. Yoshimura was getting worse. “I see… I’m sorry.”

Her lip quirked up. “I’m sure Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind; they’re doing it to help people.”

Kaneki frowned. “True, but it’s nice to visit every now and then. I’m sure they get lonely, even with each other as company.” He scratched his cheek. “I’m sure there are some days where they get sick of each other.”

“Ha! Yeah…” She rubbed her arm. “Still, I’d feel bad asking them to make time for this now.”

“But you asked me?” he teased, chuckling.

She smirked. “Well, I had to make sure you weren’t having too much fun with your new coworker.”

Heat would have rushed to his cheeks on any other day, but this time, he just laughed nervously. “Um, thanks…”

It clearly wasn’t what Hina was expecting, and he felt the same way. “Is… everything okay?” Now it was her turn to frown. “Don’t tell me she’s—”

“N-No, it’s not that, just…” Kaneki rubbed his chin. “I’m just a little tired is all…”

She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his chin, a defiant look on her face. “You can tell me, Ken. You deserve to suffer the least, out of everyone I know. You know that, right?”

“But it’s not that simple. Takatsuki—” He stopped himself. Don’t say it; the idea would destroy her. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“So?” She took his other hand, holding both firmly in her grasp. “It’s nothing you can’t share either, right?”

“Hina…”

“I want to help you, Ken,” she said. “Like how you, and Touka, and Kaya, and everyone else helped me.”

Perhaps once upon a time, that wouldn’t have been enough. Perhaps, once upon a time, he would have shut her out, like he had done so many other times with other, more resilient people. But things were different now. Kaneki’s walls were not as thin as they used to be, and he was not as partial to as many masks.

And… he was getting a little tired of pretending.

He stopped fighting her, and after a sigh, yielded. He told her about the 8th ward, and about Noroi Takatsuki. He talked about Donato, and what he said that set Kaneki on this path in the first place. He talked about how uneasy he felt, because even though it was clear Donato wanted to mess with him, there were hard facts about Takatsuki that couldn’t be ignored.

Hina took her time to respond. Her brow knit, and she took a seat under the cherry blossom tree. It was almost like analyzing Takatsuki’s works with her all over again; they would talk about the content and the kanji readings, then discuss their own personal relations to it. Afterward, they would consult current events, see if there was anything going on in the real world that could have inspired Takatsuki to write what she wrote.

“What do you think about her now?” Hina looked at Kaneki as he sat beside her. “Do you… still like her?”

He chuckled wryly. “Of course I do… I don’t think I could ever not like her.” He glanced up at the sky, which had turned red and orange with the sunset. “That’s what makes this so hard— Am I terrible for feeling this way? Am I the horrible one for feeling almost nothing for Kasuka Mado’s family? They could have lost the most amazing person in the world, and I think I would feel the same way. That’s… awful.”

She sidled up closer to Kaneki, holding his hand. “I don’t think so.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

With her other hand, Hina drew her knees close to her. “I won’t pretend to know anything about Takatsuki, but her work… doesn’t strike me as belonging to a monster.

“You said the murder was thirteen years ago, right? That would be around when Dear Kafka and The Dropped Box were published. When I read those, I just felt this… sorrowful anger. A deep-seated loathing for the very words that expressed them…”

The child that lost their way home Forgot how to return home at all And so they wished for death once again.

“They’re works of hopelessness, and they’re full of longing that doesn’t seem achievable within the narrative. That’s why they’re tragedies.” Hina looked up at him. “Do you think someone heartless could write something so empty?”

Kaneki knew his answer from the start. “No, I don’t.”

She smiled. “Then there you go.”

He returned it gladly. “Thank you, Hina; you always help me organize my thoughts.”

She chuckled, standing up. “I didn’t do anything special; just gave you a bit of a push.” She helped him up. “Shall we, then?”

They took their time to pay their respects to Ryouko and Asaki. Afterwards, Kaneki looked around, finally noticing something. “Hey, where’s Ayato?”

Hina blinked. “Oh! H-He’s been held up by work. They’re apparently gearing up for something big this weekend, and so he’s busier than usual.”

His brow furrowed. Tatara’s play was this weekend too, and if Kaneki remembered correctly, Ayato worked on things related to lights…

He shook his head; it couldn’t be.

———

The next day, Kaneki entered Shoeisha and gave Ami a hesitant wave. It was not returned. He really should stop trying at this point.

Making his way to the sixth floor, he walked the familiar path to Takatsuki’s office, Hina’s encouragement fresh in his mind, and as he reached for the doorknob, he noticed something strange:

162 Sen Takatsuki Haise Sasaki

He paused. His hand dropped back to his side as he stared at a shiny silver plate with his pseudonym on it, and not a sticky note with it scrawled in pencil.

Why was his name there?

He glanced down the hall and happened to see Shiono walking by with a cup of coffee, who glanced back. He just gave Kaneki a thumbs up and an encouraging grin before continuing on his way.

Somehow, it was a bigger mystery than Noroi and Donato combined.

Gathering his wits and opening the door, Kaneki was surprised to see that Takatsuki had arrived before him for a change, reading one of her books with her feet propped up on her desk and wearing her favorite burgundy sweater. Today’s hairstyle, as if to contrast the low pigtails from Cochlea, was a pair of high pigtails. The ends of the two bundles fanned out and swayed around her shoulders like calming tides.

It suited her, and gave her neck a surprising amount of room to breathe and Kaneki wondered why he hadn’t shut up about it yet.

She looked up as soon as he entered and clapped her book shut, not even bothering to dogear the page like she usually did. “Haise! Good morning.”

“G-Good morning…” he greeted back, dropping his stuff on the couch. He gestured vaguely to the door. “Uh, what’s with the, uh—”

“The nameplate?” She trotted over to him, smiling. He was seeing it reach her eyes more often of late. “You like it?”

“I-I— It’s, um… It’s— I mean—” I’m sorry you wasted it on me— “i-it’s flattering, I guess?”

Her face fell ever so slightly. “Oh.”

He immediately backpedaled. “N-No, I meant—! That is to say, I just— W-Well, getting this is— I, um, okay, I— Okay, I’m so sorry; yesterday was such a long day and I have a lot on my mind and—”

“Haise.”

“I’m really really sorry and I’m honored— really, I am!— And it’s just, well, um— Look, I just wasn’t expecting you or, or Shiono to put something like it up, so I—”

“Haise!”

Surprisingly strong hands gripped either of Kaneki’s shoulders, jolting him out of his blabbering. He inclined his head to see an amused, if a bit concerned, Takatsuki looking back at him. And touching him. Well, touching his shirt, but she was touching him. Again.

“I get it,” she said, fighting a chuckle. “Do you want me to take it down?”

“Hot…” What.

She blinked, and without the cover of darkness like last time, he was forced to confront that that was definitely pink dusting her cheeks. “What?”

“Hot— i-in here! Aren’t you hot in that?” He gestured to her clothing.

She laughed almost in relief. “Your concern is appreciated, but there’s more important things to do today.”

Appreciated. “R-Right.” He cleared his throat. “A-And, um, if you could keep up the nameplate. Um, please.”

She beamed at him before rummaging through her bag. After a moment, she took out a familiar manila folder. “Check it out: Donato’s complete case file.” She handed it over to him, clearly proud of herself.

Kaneki blinked as he flipped through, feeling his heart sink anew. It was exactly like the copy he and Hide had. Crimes, trial, autopsies… Everything. Where had she gotten this?

“Had to steal some Tsukiyama-brand underwear for it, but it was worth it.” She giggled.

He hoped she was joking.

They sat down on the couch together and went through it. Like he did with Hide, he and Takatsuki found the disparity between certain victims and Donato’s preferred type. Also like with Hide, Kaneki was positive this wasn’t her first criminal case file. Halfway through, he began to wonder if he had a knack for finding the detective type.

However, there was a key difference in this investigation that differed from the one at home: Takatsuki knew far more about the irregular victims beyond the page.

“Large-scale theft of resources from Kaiko Industries, attempted excess lobbying for the JCP, smuggling of illegal goods under the Ihei name…” she muttered as they went through each file. “Each one was murdered shortly after these crimes were discovered.”

Kaneki swallowed as they looked at Nanao Yasuhisa, former president of the Sphinx trading company. He was (according to her) incriminated for selling illegal drugs to an unknown receiver based in Tokyo before he was murdered. The case regarding his trade was also closed shortly after, and remained unsolved to this day. It was a consistent pattern, one with unsettling implications.

And to top things off, the file on Kasuka Mado and Noroi Takatsuki was noticeably absent.

Kaneki’s discomfort must have been on his face, because she tapped his shoulder, making him jump. “You okay?”

He tried to laugh it off and failed. “O-Oh, it’s nothing; I just, well…” He dropped his hand from approaching his chin and sighed. “It’s just… All these people dying… It’s wrong.”

Takatsuki watched him for a bit before going back to reading. “Even if the dead person is trash?”

He frowned. He didn’t expect that response, not after what Hina had said yesterday. “I—”

“Do you know Tsuneyoshi Washuu?”

“H-Huh? Uh, not much…” He thought for a moment. “He was… the former chairman of the Washuu Task Force…?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “He was also a rapist, and his favorite targets were his in-laws and his daughters.”

“O-Oh, um—”

“He was murdered about four years ago, and now he can’t rape anyone ever again. Tell me: is the murderer ‘wrong’?”

He scratched his head. “I… Well…”

“Perhaps these people here didn’t deserve it, but let’s not pretend that there aren’t people the world is better off without.” A hint of that simmering anger she liked to hide bubbled up to her expression.

Kaneki pursed his lips. He couldn’t exactly refute her; life for lots of people would be much easier if certain others weren’t around. It was certainly a solution to rid them of their oppressors by violence and lay the grounds for improvement.

Plus, was it even right to try the diplomatic approach? That could take years, and the oppressors would spend those years continuing to oppress, continuing to let people suffer at their whim. Like Tsuneyoshi Washuu would have. His would-be victims were not victims solely because he was not around.

“It’s still sad, though,” he idly thumbed Mr. Yasuhisa’s profile, “don’t you think?”

She said ‘here’, and when she stated she had Donato’s complete case file, she implied she had Kasuka and Noroi’s file as well. It gave him a glimmer of hope.

The rigid anger in her face faltered. “Haise…”

“I-I can’t say you’re wrong, because you’re not.” He looked away. “I… agree with you too, and that makes me sad.”

He wondered what Kasuka and Noroi had felt as they died. When he wondered that, he wanted to know how Takatsuki fit in. Perhaps he shouldn’t know; knowledge could be as dangerous as it was valuable, and the change it would cause in their current dynamic would be irreversible.

“I wish we didn’t have to kill the few to save the many, even if those few are monsters,” he admitted. “But wishing won’t change anything, will it?”

But he couldn’t just leave it alone either. He wanted to know more. He wanted to see the real Takatsuki, and seeing her meant learning about her, regardless of the muck he had to sift through. There was one thing he knew, though: she wanted to help people.

“It doesn’t fill the void dug by their claws, and it doesn’t bring back the lives they’ve stolen from others.”

And if he was being honest, he agreed a lot more with her than he wanted to admit.

Surgery— a series of surgeries, to be performed over months or even years— was expensive, and if Ryouko wanted her best chance at recovery, there would be multiple undertakings. A single mother living off an office worker’s salary couldn’t hope to afford it without incurring an unpayable debt. And so she had been forced to choose: her life, or her daughter’s.

To this day, almost five years later, Kaneki wondered if she had chosen right.

He had never felt more powerless than when he held Hina close, watching the life slowly drain from Ryouko’s face. He was sad then, just as he was now, but as he considered the perspective of Takatsuki— the one person he, ironically, felt could understand him without words— he realized he had felt another emotion:

Anger.

Anger at Ryouko’s disease for festering within her. Anger at the hospital for charging an unrealistic amount. Anger at the world that deemed someone as kind as her should die prematurely or damn herself and her daughter for the rest of their lives. Anger at himself, someone who was helpless and powerless and—

Kaneki suddenly felt Takatsuki’s hand gingerly touch his shoulder, as if she was afraid he’d shatter like glass, and he flinched.

“May I?”

When he turned, she was looking at him steadily, awaiting his response. No malice; just concern for someone else.

He nodded.

Her hand reached out across his back and, slowly, pulled him closer. She shifted in her seat so that her body supported him and their legs pressed together. She rubbed his arm, quietly resting her head against his shoulder. Despite himself, he reciprocated, pressing his cheek against the crown of her head, and they sat on the couch in silence, feeling each other’s presence.

He’d always imagined that in this moment— once fantasy, now reality— he would be a fidgeting, blushing mess. A hug from Sen Takatsuki was sure to drive him crazy. Instead, though, he felt comfortable in her half-embrace, and let out a content sigh for it.

He chanced to glance at her. She was staring straight ahead at something, and judging by the softness of her smile, it was something pleasant. He decided to look at it too.

“You’re very kind, Haise,” she said suddenly. “Despite everything you’ve been through. It gives me hope.”

Kaneki gave her hope? “Um, thank you…”

“I’m serious! You should really be out there and not cooped up in here.” She chuckled with a hint of bitterness. “It feels like a waste.”

Did she… think this a waste? Writing things that resonated with people, comforted them in their lowest moments? Told them that they were not wrong for being angry or sad or lonely? Was she truly so blind to her own effects?

It seemed impossible, but as he considered it, considered himself, it didn’t seem so far-fetched. When you were alone— well and truly alone— nothing you did seemed worthy of anything. And so the cycle continued.

Before he knew it, his hand was upon Takatsuki’s shoulder, making his body mirror hers. “I don’t think so.”

She tried to scoff. “Is that so?”

“Mhm. Because I… I don’t want to be anywhere else.” He pursed his lips. “And… I kind of like being cooped up in here.”

Her lips parted, as if to say something, but nothing came out, so she closed them again, instead snuggling a little closer. She felt cold, but it was warm today anyway.

“Thank you,” she finally whispered, and this time, it wasn’t a courtesy.

———

“Unsettling news tonight as an anonymous tip claims the Torso is going to strike in the 13th ward next. The Washuu Task Force assures us that it is a false alarm, but citizens are advised to stay indoors…”

#blank canvas #HINA HINA HINA YAHOO #hug ur loved ones today <3

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autizta · 1 year

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So theres this thread on twitter

And while I fully agree with it, and it's bringing a good conversation for not only the warriors fandom I think but also many artistic communities, some people are worried many people are just upset they aren't getting on popular projects and are jealous of popular artists and that's the end of the story.

In particular I saw an artist I love but won't name say there's nothing wrong with crunching for MAProjects, as its just like being in a game jam. So as someone who's done both I thought I'd share a comparison I made with some friends privately, as to make a point in favor of the thread.

TLDR; short deadline maprojects the way they are right now are bound to the capitalist system that encourages artists to crunch while jams are healthy creative challenges, i dont want to accept this system or treat it as normal even if it is because its very unhealhy.

First, here are some Animation Jams! Which are the actual equivalent of Game Jams for animators, just 3 is enough:

youtube

WARNING: THE 5TH SHORT IN THE SALA 408 STUDIO JAM HAS A VERY EXPLICIT BUT MILDLY CENSORED SEX SCENE

Here are some facts about these animation jams and jams in general:

the animations are all short

the animations are mostly pretty simple

the animations are made by groups of 2 to idk 10 people some of those i had a hard time counting

the animations made by 1 person are rare and the simplest of all

some animations are seemingly unfinished and that is not a problem, whatever they have by 72 hours is what they have to deliver

sometimes they're given themes

the artists had a day to a weekend to work on their animations, which were moments that were timed specifically so they could focus fully on this as a fun event/game/challenge whatever you want to call it

even if artists have to work alone they don't have to work physically alone, most jams provide space or encourage people to get together in a space dedicated for them to work

Okay now, let us make a similar list but for short deadline MAProjects! I won't be showing any here because I don't want to expose anyone or to be hunted down by The Untouchable Big Animators of the fandom, just look up warriors weekend MAP on youtube, read the thread and the experiences people are sharing of working on these projects and come back here if you need a reference.

the animations are all short ✔️

the animations have to be professional level

the animations are rarely a collaboration of more than one person, usually someone steps in to collab when the original artist isn't managing anymore

the animation needs to be fully shaded colored and smoothly animated, if you can't deliver that its your fault and you shouldn't have signed up for the project

usually there's themes ✔️, designs and even storyboards set up to make things easier on the artists

if the animation is not perfectly finished by the deadline the artist will receive shorter and shorter extensions, and sometimes collaborators, until its done, this is called crunching

the artists all work from home, alone, with their own materials and space and lives

Now, I've added a checkmark to the things Jams and Short Deadline MAProjects have in common, do notice that saying they are similar is a bit of a stretch! Now, I suppose you could say its because MAProjects choose to be more professional for portfolios and stuff and there's nothing wrong with it as long as everyone has fun, and that is exactly what I profoundly disagree with and what motivated me to make this post, what desperately needs to be said again and again and again as many times as needed.

First off, jams can be used for portfolios too! It's why these schools and institutes and studios post their jams on Youtube! But no one getting into it should be expects to create something professional EVER, that defeats the purpose of jams completely! Jams are exercises on creativity, where worrying about perfeccionism should be thrown out the window so you can give way for brainstorming and fun because that's what creates good art! Thats what makes a good artist!

I've seen this happen with my colleagues and their colleagues in all corners of the art industry. When you say you'd rather do only "professional level" animation for your portfolio, and by that you mean fully rendered animations made crunching, you're saying you want to tell any future contractors that they can abuse you to hell and back in the industry.

You guys think there's no issue treating these projects as normal as long as everyone is having fun? Wait until you are burnt out from art or get some serious injuries/conditions that just make it impossible for you to create like you used to. If we don't limit ourselves, or bodies do, and by then you'll have thousands of medical bills you can't pay for because you can't work like you used to and of course you weren't being paid for the extra hours you did of work, after all you were just having fun right?

I agree its not easy to just, shift to having all projects be relaxed and fun again, remove the pressure the fandom puts on the artists, get rid of all the people that are making it worse. That's because this is a systemic issue caused by late stage capitalism that affects ALL kinds of artists!!

If you guys wanna sit down and accept the propaganda that will kill us all in the end, say "its just the way it is!" or "Join better MAProjects" like that solves it all! Alright! There's nothing I can do but I won't join you, I won't be quiet about this or dismiss it. Don't worry I'm not gonna """cancel""" anyone or whatever, this isn't an attack at specific animators, the artists are victims here remember? I'm not gonna be not even a little bit nice to the system they and many others they're a part of though.

Here's to more jams, post over bye bye

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naumin · 1 year

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may updates

more news from me

deadlines again

does it ever fucking end? actually im so behind this semester fr fr. i was really ill and then it was ramadan so i really didnt want to do shit at all. plus the assignments suck FAT BALLS this semester, if you saw me complaining about corporate illustration and the humiliation of being made to draw two hands cradling a planet earth youll understand why i sat on my ass playing computer games (play pentiment its really good).

the comic i talked about doing for my last deadline went well btw i got an A for that unit yay

an aquatint print i did of maliketh at the beginning of march but idk where i put it now lmfao

tumblr flagged my life drawing zine post for ghostly penis outlines

im sick to death of this website. and not just this website. every website

i did another art market

it was stressful but tbh im thankful to my school('s student union) for giving me an opportunity to make a lil pocket money and get some seller experience. im awkward tho i dont wanna stare ppl down so i just pretend to be writing something while they hover. lmao.

sticker of eevee (my cat) i was giving out with purchases. this person was like 'sorry can i have the eevee sticker?' and i was like waht do you mean. thats eevee. eevee... my cat, eevee.

huran enki

ive made some significant progress on huran enki (my longterm multimedia project that my ocs are from) im really thankful to have friends who are also working on original projects to have check ins and storytimes and theory discussions with <3 and tbh i also want to say thank you to just everyone who thinks about my works... i am learning i am like not good at talking to strangers online and easily confused (tbh i wonder how someone can be thinking about my charas when im quite secretive about the plot they belong to) but i know u are just being sweet and supportive and i think thats nice. so dont worry the kids are healthy and youll be seeing more of them from me. youll be sick to bastard death of them before long.

thats all i think. wish me luck w my work (which i ignored in order to write this) yay!!!!!! :-)

#diary

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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You misunderstand, I’m not talking bad of twst the game. I love this game with my whole being, and I have to stop myself from blowing my money. So it’s not the game that I’m badmouthing, but the company itself.

I myself would love for continuations of all kinds, but the issue is how the company goes about it. I’m not a “company stan” if people still use that term. It’s a known fact that Disney is a bad company who’ve done bad and problematics things. I used the term cash cow because that’s how they’ll start treating it, leading to less creative freedom from the actual developers because all they want is a deadline to be reached for more money to be made. Especially in Japan, I know it’s immensely popular there. But It’s happened before which pissed fandoms off and lead to the deaths of many loved franchises. I’m just worried that it’ll happen once more, that’s all.

Don’t get me wrong though, if y’all love and support Disney company then go for it. I just worry about the big shots getting in the way once more and ruining things simply because they think they know what’s best for the audience (cough Owl House) . I know I should separate the company from the developers when praising 🤷‍♀️

No worries anonie, its one of those things that's difficult to differentiate tone wise because it could be read in many ways ☺️🌻🌺

oooh yeah, I get you. Disney...does not have a good reputation. personally for me, besides twst and maybe kingdom hearts, I dont really do Disney. wether that is mainstream movies or streams or whatever, I think I'm more old school Disney nostalgia...then again Disney doesn't really offer me anything im interested in lol

let's hope that it doesn't happen that way, with such a creative writer and artist as Yana on their team, I'm hoping it doesn't become so chaotic. I think my main worry with the twst EN server is that it's going so fast that...eventually they will run out of content and then the wait game will begin and, for those not used to it, will not be happy about it. we can only hope that it doesn't become that way, and lets not talk about the burn out starting to settle in too. 😣

I know I hated how much Obey me started going crazy with event and such so, hopefully it never reaches that level. I just gave up on the game and just learn about the story and what not through third party. but Twst, so far, is more manageable than obey me, so I have hope there at least.

I heard many great things about owl house, never seen it thought sadly since...I dont watch TV or stream much anymore. I'm a hobbit in my own little hole I tell you 😂😂

#answered #anonie ask

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zeltqz · 2 months

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Hi Niya, I saw you want to rewrite all your works but WHY.

I understand you don’t write anymore like that, but it’s so beautiful to see how an artist can grow even if they’re already good at what they do. It’s like if I erase all my old drawings to draw a better one on top of it.

Pls pls don’t erase your works, you can rewrite if you want but don’t erase it.

They are your milestone in a certain way, I think you need to create new ones to build your essence as an artist.

Of course I will ALWAYS support you, no matter what!!!!

Luv u

I dont write anymore cuz im too hyperfixated on my old works being horrible LMFAO its a me thing, it happens with school and work and now this too i hate it 😭😭😭

everytime im close to finishing an essay or some shit i just wanna delete and rewrite it again and again till im satisfied and its caused me to miss out a lot of deadlines and stuff

and when i write i just think of my old works and everything i hate about it and just wanna delete it and redo it to be better

but this comment is so sweet and made me see a different perspective :((( i wont delete anything dont worry i wont make that same mistake last time im just concerned that if i start going on a fucking rampage and rewriting everything then my page will look a HOT MESS 😭😭😭😭

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sonicfandompolls · 9 months

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Info and Rules

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iusedtobeapieceofconsciousness · 1 year

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i think about Baltic a little too much to pretend i have no heart

A Tumblr account and a year of nothing but forced therapy later and im still alive somehow. A lot has happened, maybe people caught you up. Anyways, i was going to write about how im oh so fucked up or how im doing so much better or some shit, but im not, because its not really true. i miss some things. the junction feels like a ghost town, a foreign town without you being there to guide me around. and when i think of north york i get sick thinking of just what everything up there meant. I’m sorry about NYU, i know i was holding you back from New York, and i thought at least now you can go. i know im not supposed to know about that but i hope your other options work. i hope your parents are better and the next job you get is better than your last and that your world is healing, you deserve rest and a place to be safe. i hope youre not smoking too much and that youre sticking to just weed. Fuck you for that by the way, your sobriety meant a lot to me because it meant a lot to you, you couldve told me when you broke it instead of telling me when you wanted to use it to shock me. Maybe youll be relieved to know that im still smoking a lot, still fucking dumb, and still always late, you didnt miss out on much. i have some new friends and some have stayed, i have a girlfriend and she treats me really well, so you dont have to worry about me being dead yet. I hope youre ok, and i do genuinely care for you, i hope whoever you meet treats you well and loves you in all the right ways. Summer and the months after were filled with depression-fueled introspection and a lot of acid, so my thinking process is a little different but im not in psychosis yet. I hope your scars fade and your mind heals and your trauma is easier to manage and the doors of your life open and light pours into your windows whenever its needed and the tea you drink is always the right temperature and the work you put in fruitions into something beautiful and those little fish pastries stay available at the market and i hope you find someone who can make a deadline on time for God’s sake. I hope you and your mother can become friends, or i hope she fucking dies depending on your opinion on her at the moment. Maybe i cant talk about your mom anymore, i know she hates me, im sorry. im finally getting my adhd analysis, and im going in like 8 hours to get it done. my situation with my parents has become a very long story, but things with my dad got a lot worse before theyre now getting better.

You don’t have to be worried about me, i know ill fuck this situation up with my friends and girl and support system and ill kill myself in a few years and youll never have to hear about me again.

god i love your area, your world. i hope the traffic at dundas and keele never gets any better and the thrift thus always has new finds and that the woman there always recognizes you when you walk in, i hope theres always seemingly a million buses going to the station and only 2 going away when you need it, i hope kids keep climbing the fence to get to the train tracks at the park on vine because they get to live a little and i hope the vesuvios gets bought and reopened and that the outside of your house has gotten much safer when its late, I hope you love your cd player still and you take good care of that special version of Blonde. I miss that area, but i know its yours, and i respect that. Im sorry for walking into your world and then fucking it up. There are a lot of things that are wrong with me, and a lot of things about myself that i think i have made better. In a perfect world id be able to help you in life without you ever talking to me again, because i feel bad for all the fuck ups, but i know thats literally impossible. And im genuinely proud of you for staying alive, if im even allowed to tell you that. I hope someday your name is under a movie i just watched, or i hope i never hear of it again, whatever makes you happy. I lie, id like to be reminded and know of your existence as time passes. I hope you find peace, therapy, and closure, and a good set of friends. I know theyre out there, and i know youll find them. I hope you continue and succeed in your plans of getting the hell out of the city, that plan works for you solo or together, i know it means more to you than it did to me. and im sorry i couldn't be everything, and im more sorry for becoming worse than just not enough. every emotion i felt for you i felt it very intensely, wanting to fall on the floor and crumble into a ball of overwhelming emotion and angst and yearning to understand what anything i was feeling actually meant, and i think thats a reflection of who you are. youre a wildfire, caged in the confines of your mind. If anyone could bend the universe to their will, its you. Youre so very strong Leticija. I hope the universe brings good things and good people into your life and that you find peace in whatever you do. You’re so much better than all the shit you’re going through. I was going to end this with some niche connection to fireball and night fiend so it could sound nice and make me cry, but im really fucking bad at it and cant think of one, so you have this. I truly hope youre ok, you were always right when you said life sucks and I hope Cat and Big Cat are doing well too. I still count trees while saying tree out loud like our competition, and i still think what you’d think of the books i read. You continued living, and im very glad you did. You’re an enigma, please never stop being you.

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lepidopterium · 3 years

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Good morningafternoonevening mutuals how are we doing? I personally almost started crying in therapy just now

#it finally clicked that i do in fact push people away and keep people at arm's length #i was like haha yeah i dont want to talk to anyone i dont want to be seen and then #my therapist was like 'what do you not want people to see' and i 👁👄👁#well that broke my brain for a second bc i started talking about how stressed i am for finals how my friend ranaway from home and i had to #help him so that brought up a lot for me and how im talking to this girl who was sexually assaulted by my ex just like i was #and how i cant afford housing next year so i need this RA position and how yeah im handling everything fine but its all so much and how #i was laying in bed in a lot of pain wishing i could get a hug and how i keep people at arm's length and how #im actually really good at keeping up the illusion of being a people person and being super emotionally in touch and open #which isnt an illusion i Am all of those things. the illusion is how open i am and like the people who stay in my life for more than a year #wait idk what i finished that tag off with. whatever #and well anyways this insistence that if im functional im fine and i was reminded how often i was told im high functional #and how as long as i keep up appearances of being a social butterfly i wont have to question why i feel so lonely or reluctant to talk about #myself on like basic levels of how my day is even. and for those who i grow close to i always start to withdraw from them till i lose them #bc the shame of being so vulnerable with them is too much. i cant stand the idea of them actually loving me because that's too much bc *i*#am too much yk. but yeah anyways i was like i feel like i always end up losing the people im close to bc i stop talking to them even tho i #really want to and well i related that to how as of late ive been talking a lot less to my close group of friends bc i feel like im not #allowed to bc ive made a fool of myself with them which is so so so stupid. why do i keep doing that #ugh anyways my therapist was like well just notice these things. judging how you feel wont help and i was like yeah......well first i need #to worry about these deadlines #i mean i feel better now dont get me wrong but MAN i cant believe im mentally ill beyond how i react to being with my parents. wack #wow this feels mortifying to post. whatever though. hi. bye.

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brontes · 4 years

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#im so stressed.#and like I shouldnt be??? but i am.#because I got a job offer today but Im still talking to another company #and the offer from company one is really good #but I think I would do better/be happier at company 2?#but also company 1 would be a way better career move #its just that im not really insterested in a career and the last time I let that be the deciding factor I was miserable #but company 2 hasnt even made an offer yet and now I have to talk with them #tomorrow and probably thursday and its still gonna be tight #to get an answer on company 1’s deadline #and I just dont know what to do and im so worried ill screw it up and be stuck in a place where im deeply unhappy #and then there’s all the little things like how am I gonna move/apt hunt while everything is shut down for coronavirus?#im just so anxious and I dont want to be a real adult I want a few more months with my mom #personal #tbd

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook: Deep Breath (3)

In which Junction really hates your microwave.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook part 9643 I guess, human!Reader, futuristic, Angst, Fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, jungkook is VERY touchy, Alien shenanigans and scary human things

Additional Chapter Warnings: scary home appliances, some angst, kook has it bad for mc

Chapter Length: mid/long

<-Previous | Next ->

At this point, you've learned that while you're both similar in some things, there's a lot of things Jungkook has never seen before.

He'd just started to work nowadays; finally settling in, a routine slowly forming around the two of you. It's oddly nice to not be home alone the entire time anymore- your own job giving you the ability to work from home, at your own pace, as long as you met the deadlines.

And when Jungkook is home, you try and give him a bit of quiet time, so you do all thw loud household chores while he's at work. You don't know why you're like this- you're normally not this considerate with anyone.

You've been told by a friend who has a Kumya in his apartment too, that some of the things he does aren't just simply quirks of his kind that meant nothing more than being friendly- like how he keeps asking if you'd like to sleep in his room for some made up reasons like 'there's a storm outside, what if the power goes out?' or 'maybe I'm scared..', or how he stays close to you even if he's tired and you're just working on some boring software he knows all about.

But you deny any of that- he's just especially kind, nothing more.

"I like this." He says, making you jump up in shock as he stands behind you with his empty cereal bowl- his eyes widening and brows raising to show his concern. "I'm sorry- I always forget you humans don't have very good senses." He tells you, and you laugh it off, shaking your head as you lean against your kitchen counter.

"No no, it's more-" you look at him, and his bright eyes, before you're smiling reassuringly. "Its more the whole.. talking inside my head thing that startles me." You explain, and he nods.

"Ah, I see." He answers. "I'll.. I can-" He starts, looking troubled, before you put a hand on his shoulder, making him stare at it.

"Dont worry jungkook." You tell him, referring to his mask still covering half his face. "What did I say yesterday?" You ask, and he sighs out physically, before his voice is back in your head.

"Everything at my pace." He says, before he leans his head on your hand still on his shoulder affectionately- another thing about his kind that you still have to get used to. His constant cuddling, his puppy dog eyes when you'd told him you'd sleep in different rooms at the beginning of the week, the overall physical affection he shows like second nature- it's all a little different to him than to you, considering that its as natural as shaking hands for him.

And so you can't help how your heart beats faster as you watch the moment unfold, before he looks at you again with happy eyes, holding out his empty bowl. "Can I have some more cereal?"

"yeah yeah! Sure, you don't have to ask." you chuckle, before you part from him, microwave suddenly beeping to signal that your food was ready.

It all happens so quickly.

You can see how Jungkooks typically white pupils suddenly turn into cat-like slits, before you're held close to his chest, both of you on the ground. there's an almost growling sound coming from him before you notice him.. Trembling?

"kook?" you ask hesitantly, looking up to see him stare down your microwave with eyes like daggers. He's still holding you, until you slowly move around. "hey, it's just the microwave-?" you wonder, before he suddenly hides his face in your shoulder, and.. Cries? "hey hey, nothing happened, I'm sorry if that scared you-"

"no no it's.." he starts, but he needs a moment to collect himself it seems. "it.. I thought it would, you know.." he starts, but you just run a hand over his back, reassuring him. "sorry. I'll get used to it soon." he echoes in your thoughts.

"thank you." you say instead, making him move a bit to look at you, eyes all round and glossy. "for protecting me you know? Thanks." you say with a smile, and he starts to grin proudly at that, quickly becoming a bit bashful even.

If you only knew what you're doing, he thinks to himself.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook #deep breath au

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼

let me hear you say | j. ww

✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Of what?”

“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.

“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”

A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.

Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.

It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.

“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.

Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.

You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.

You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.

Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.

Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.

Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.

Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.

“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”

You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”

“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”

“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”

“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”

“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.

You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.

Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.

You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.

The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.

After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”

Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”

Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”

Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.

After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.

“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”

“What do you have in mind?”

You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”

“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”

There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Let me hear you say it again.”

“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”

“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”

“I am in love with you too yn.”

Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.

Which you proceeded to do.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”

“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”

“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”

Absolutely yes. “No!”

Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.

“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”

“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”

“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”

“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”

“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.

“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”

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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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📣: Seungcheol // university au // enemy to lovers (but not quite there aka im spreading the seeds of luvv😎) // 1047 words

A/N: thanks for the request anon! i changed school into uni because... i dont rmb how school works anymore lol plus its a little weird for me to imagine them being high school kids. also, lets just pretend they can change locker for some reason bc ive never had lockers looooll pretend it makes sense pls(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ enjoy! another update in a few hours bc i might not be able to update tmr hehe

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At this point, you don’t even remember what’s the problem between you and Seungcheol; you just know what you share with him is hostility.

You think it’s probably some childish prank he did on you somewhere during middle school that started the whole thing, but somehow it carries on until now. You don’t even know how you end up attending the same university as Choi Seungcheol when you’ve both opted to go to university outside your hometown.

You can still remember the annoyance waving through your body when you’ve first encountered him in the corridor, the both of you gaping in disbelief before you took the first step to scoff and continued your way to class.

It’s all good for the first two semesters until you somehow end up sharing a class with him during the third. Since then, Seungcheol has made it his mission to annoy you, and you’ve sworn to get back at him one way or another.

The reason why this…relationship isn’t a good thing is because this has drawn unwanted attention to you. As much as you hate to admit it, Seungcheol is an attractive man with a pretty good reputation. He’s got his fair share of admirers that he usually ignores.

It pains you to say he’s not an asshole (he’s just an asshole to you, not one in general), but that’s the fact. He’s just not interested in his popularitty. You’re not sure why these girls (and some boys) keep on trying to get his attention when he never even bats an eye on them.

So, when they notice Seungcheol actually pays attention to someone that they’ve never seen before, it’s only nature for them to find prey in that person.

You don’t really mind them at first, you figure they’d get bored once they realize you’re just some unfortunate person Seungcheol decides to pick on. But apparently, Seungcheol’s attention is the only thing that matters to them, not the fact that he’s attentive to you just so he can annoy you.

“Sup, loser,” Seungcheol says as he opens his locker two rows next to yours. Of course, the universe hates you enough that he’s somehow able to move his locker near yours.

“I’m really not in the mood, Seungcheol,” you roll your eyes, hastily taking all the stuffs you need before closing the door and leaving just like that.

Seungcheol frowns, you haven’t been showing him any reactions these days, which kinda worries him if he’s being completely honest. Instead of annoyance, your eyes just seem tired eveytime you see him and he wonders if he’s taken his joke a bit too far these days.

But if the actually thinks about it, he hasn’t been pranking you these past few weeks because exam week is nearing and he has way too many deadlines to meet. He frowns, did something happen to you? Or is it something back home?

Quickly shedding the thought away, Seungcheol shakes his head before he steps to his next class. Maybe he’ll try bothering you again once and see if you’re just in a bad mood earlier.

He’s about to pass by when he hears your tired voice, asking someone what they want this time. An alarm goes off through his entire body, he looks through the small gap from the door, the sight of you with a few of girls he doesn’t recognize greets him.

“We just want to know what you did to get Seungcheol’s attention,” one of the girls say, crossing her arms. “Why won’t you tell us? Are you afraid he won’t be paying attention to you again?”

Seungcheol sees you visibly sigh, leaning slightly on the table behind you as you shake your head. “How is it my problem that he doesn’t pay attention to you?”

He frowns at the way the girls snicker between themselves, muttering something under their breath that he couldn’t hear but knows for sure isn’t pleasant.

“Are you that desperate for his attention that you don’t want to tell us?”

“Isn’t it you who’s desperate?” you sigh again. Honesty, you’ve been trying your best to avoid Seungcheol these days because you’re getting tired of these encounters. You’re nowhere near afraid, just very bothered and doesn’t have the energy to deal with them everytime you’re in uni. “Isn’t that why you’re always following me around these days, asking about him?”

“Why you—”

“Anyone mind telling me what’s going around here?” Seungcheol’s bored voice cuts through the empty classroom, the girls immediately turn to him in shock and so do you. His eyes find yours as he leans on the doorway. “You okay?”

You nod hesitantly, unsure why the sight of him stopping these girls from bothering you gets your heart skipping a beat.

The girls stay silent at his question, avoiding his eyes altogether. Seungcheol considers threatening them, a sense of annoyance (and protectiveness, though he would never tell you that) rushing through him as he hears your tired voice. No wonder you haven’t been reacting to his pranks these days.

He opts for a glare instead, looking at them with ice cold eyes as he softly grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the room.

“Have they been doing this for long?” he asks. Why do these girls think they have the right to do so?

“The past month or so,” you answer truthfully. Your gaze is locked at the way his hand is still on your wrist; why isn’t he letting go?

He stops in his track, his grip tightening a little. There are a few seconds of silence before he speaks again. “I’m sorry they did this to you.”

“…What?” you blink in confusion. Is he actually apologizing to you for things he didn’t even do?

“What about I walk you to your classes until they stop?” he offers, which surprises you a little.

Not used with this sudden turn of mood with Seungcheol. You playfully go past him, brushing his shoulder in purpose.

“Might as well apologize for all the time you’ve been pranking me.”

Seungcheol bites back a grin, he doesn’t know if the change of phase between the two of you was something he’s always wanted, but maybe it might turn into something he never expects it to be.

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duckieeart · 3 years

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Victor’s - Moody Date

Hello! This is my entry for @little-butterfly-writes ‘s Contest . It’s my first time writing and I really enjoyed the process of it, enjoy reading this date!

Fandom: MLQC - Victor Li x Duckie (Mc)

Genre : jealousy jealousy jealousy , comfort , Filled with romance ( fluff)

Word count : 3,309

As If its not obvious enough to everybody.

I have feelings towards my boss, victor Li. I did fall in love with a person that I know i can’t reach even if i had him in my wildest dreams. I all i am wishing for is that no one know about these hidden feelings hoping that i will be able to maintain the decision i took and forget about him, But unfortunately things goes unplanned after I experienced certain feeling. jealousy .

If Kiki , Anna , the rest of my friends and colleagues found out about my secret feelings including the letters I wrote about victor secretly , I would get in big trouble , what letters you may ask? It’s simple. Basically, when i feel like I can’t control the love i feel towards him . I write down all my feelings in a letter and hide it somewhere , i got this idea from a movie i watched last year. At first , I haven’t thought not in a million years that I would use this idea and especially writing my unwanted feelings towards my CEO ,Aka victor li .

He was very strict and seemed to be very rude, i used to hate on him . He isn’t my type in men plus we’re completely different. Its not a big surprise since he is the CEO of an worldwide successful company ,LFG.

Just to clarify our differences. He made his company from the beginning meanwhile me, A young lady who inherited a show from her father once she Graduated from college. I didn’t even have an experience in life or the business field.

Everything were so difficult to me and it felt like an endless maze , the fact that I have him as my investor was like a miracle . Not only that but he really take good care of me . He is older in age , with a mature mindset . I am just young reckless, hesitant and inexperienced girl who just got a big position and so naive comparing to what she is responsible for .

I thought alot about giving up but victor make me change my mind and Instead of giving up he gave me the motivation to challenge him , i was in the mood to show him and prove to him that i can take the harsh responsibilities like an adult And be someone who is trust worthy enough to have his five hundred million investment in my show .

With time, i fall in love with him. And with everyday goes by it only grows bigger and bigger than the day before. The more i try to hide my feelings. The more it becomes obvious . When he confessed his feelings to me that day in the rooftop. I was beyond happy. I couldn’t sleep that day. But I quickly get back to the harsh reality, and remembered the huge gap between us, Victor deserve someone near to his position. Not me, comparing to him i am just a crybaby who rant about submitting reports and dealing with the deadlines every week .

But one day, I don’t know what’s goes inside my brain . I couldn’t even control my own body. When i found out that Victor would go to the awards banquet with another woman, I stopped thinking and I couldn’t care less about how weird i am behaving with my colleagues . In that night , i saw victor leaving the fancy banquet hall with another woman.

She looks way more mature and wiser than me. To put it in simple words she has everything i lack, and to my unfortunate luck. She does everything way better than me . And tonight , I witnessed My heart sinking in the ground. Its like i just got drenched in icy cold water in this snowy weather . I drank Alot . Wine, whiskey and even brandy . I couldn’t even recognize the bitterness in them . I just drink to be numb and ease my heart.

When the banquet came to an end ..

“ you two can head home first, its late . The weather is pretty today so i just want to walk and be alone for some time “ I spoke with a shaky voice tone, then left after grabbing my hand bag from the table.

“ whats wrong with our boss? She’s has been acting weird these few days especially today” Kiki spoke to anna.

Anna were worried as well , she just shrugs in confusion replying to kikis question.

“ i have never seen her like that before!” Anna added

“ it’s dangerous to let her be alone !, we can’t just leave her there! “ kiki said

“ she wanted time to get her self together, I think its very inappropriate for us to interrupt her wishes . * she smiled * Don’t worry minor would keep his eyes on her from afar “ Anna said while patting Kiki s shoulder gently to comfort her .

After leaving them. i rushed to the back beautiful garden to try and process everything happened tonight , the scenery were amazing but I couldn’t focus and appreciate it , I started regretting what i did, I shouldn’t push him away acting dumb and slow from the beginning. I love him more than anything, I admit i am very jealous and I don’t know how to deal with it because its my first time feeling this way about someone. I have never wanted someone as much I do for Victor.

These feelings were so exhausting to bear alone ,I was so hopeless that i even shared my story anonymously in tumbler with people but everyone advised me to stay away and forget about him for endless reasons. Yeah, they were right. But..

I also can’t… I CANT STOP LOVING HIM AND GIVE UP ON THIS . people wont have mercy on us and our relationship since we are a boss and worker in love but now seeing this . Realizing I might lose him forever. I don’t care, seeing him taking care of a random woman and accompanying her in the banquet really make me rethink about everything and even that thoughtful decision i took and was so confident about . I decided to head to the parking section for cars to follow them. I started running like crazy .

“GOD PLEASE PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT , PLEASE DONT LET THEM LEAVE TOGETHER ! . PLEASE.. I CANT LOSE HIM THIS TIME” i said begging .

I can lose anything and everything, but not him. I can’t lose Victor!

Because no one loved me like he did And I can’t imagine falling in love again with a different man.

Suddenly my foot slipped and i fall.

The expensive pair of high heel that i brought got ruined too. One of them broke But I couldn’t stop here! Im still in the middle of the way . My legs started be numb and it hurt a little because these shoes were new too , But I didn’t care, I can’t lose the path that can lead me to them! I still have to find Victor!

When i reached to the cars parking space , I couldn’t find them…

My nose suddenly started to burn and my eyes started sweating?, i decided to go back inside the banquet and sit . I couldn’t find chair there so I went to sit the corner on the stairs like a lost child. I started to cry heartily like a baby who lost her parents . But for me comparing to the baby I lost everything, I lost Victor..

My body is shaking and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my mind. My mind went wild and started to even imagining how they would look together in the church . Kissing each other passionately after announcing them as a husband and wife. My heart suddenly started to beat so fast and I began to struggle breathing , while sobbing quietly.

Suddenly i felt a warm coat landed on my head, shoulders and has familiar manly scent ..

my face were swallowed, especially my eyes and nose. I was slow to react and realizing that this coat belongs to him…. And only him. Victor..

I felt strange feeling , i was happy and relieved that i was able to meet him again.. and that happiness give me strange feelings in my tummy . I believe that’s what they call “butterflies in the stomach” , I felt really warm. I don’t think it’s because of that coat. But him. Who give them his scent and body temperature

“ * sigh helplessly at the view* Dummy.. what are you doing here in this condition ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous area, especially in this hour? What if someone came for you ? Or even decided to kidnap you ,taking you away ? What are going to do? I searched everywhere for you and I couldn’t find you its like you weren’t in this earth from the beginning , WHERE THE HECK YOU WERE??? ………. But most importantly are you okay? Did something happen?……… Duckie , are you crying? “

my eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming out when he were talking in such an sharp voice, he was really worried so he was furious to see me in such a state alone , but when he noticed that i was crying so hard, sniffing and wiping my eyes his voice turned so soft and calm

he grabbed my hands and hold them between his hands to warm them up

I refused to talk or face him because i wasn’t looking at my best right now, he just kneeled down to my level like prince charming and looked at me, he noticed how swallowed and red my face are.. he reached with his hands to hold my cheeks while massaging my under eyes

“ do they hurt A lot? “ he said quietly ,

I nodded while looking in the ground, my eyes fell upon his shoes trying to avoid his glare.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine too. Lets go home first … its getting late” he said..

I nodded because i was too tired to reply using sentences . I stand and remembered my broken heels and slightly injured foot.

Before I could explain, Victor carried me bridal style , I didn’t needed to explain anything. I felt warm , safe and happy, that I forget that I’m being held between his arms . I gave up to the warm sensation and fall asleep.

Victor put me in his car gently , wrapping my body with his big coat then went to grab hot tea and body warmers from the super market near by.

i took some time to wake up, when i wake up i was still in his car , the car was really warm. I didn’t find Victor on the driver seat so i looked outside.

i saw him tapping on his tablet working and answering calls . I also noticed that we’re near the sea and its 12am . I took my time appreciating the view , then i knocked at the window. Victor saw me and returned to the car.

“ you wake up, how do you feel now ? “ he asked with a soft voice

“ i am better now , sorry for making a scene back there. I was really upset about something so i was drunk , angry and upset thats why I decided to be alone , sorry i worried you and caused you trouble “i said while looking into his eyes.

“ dummy… And why did you drink? “ he said angrily ..

“ please don’t be mad i was just so upset, can’t you just allow me to drink only this time?” I said

“ yes, i am angry at you… but also glad to see you safe and better. After all , i can’t ask for more from dummy like you” victor said then poked the tip of my nose lightly with his fingers , after that he patted my head gently, smiling at me .

“ its late, let’s head home” he said

After few minutes driving i realized that we are in different path and its unfamiliar to me.

“ where are we going “ i asked hesitantly ..

“ to My home” he said

“ to your home??”

“Well, only if your apartment was nearby like my home. Its late already, just sleep tonight in my house” he said calmly

I nodded in agreement.

After few minutes we arrived.

Victor opened the door for me , i entered inside . His home was big but also felt so warm and cozy . Victor turned to face me “ go and take a hot shower, then dry your hair. Don’t get cold. I asked them to prepare you clothes. If you need anything ask me “ he said

i went to the room. It was big as expected and has a fancy bathtub. After i finished showering and preparing for bed. When i was about to head to sleep, I suddenly heard knocks on my door .

“Get in “ i said

The door was opened and it was victor, he was wearing his classic black pjs

“ as expected, you didn’t even dry your hair yet you headed to sleep anyways“ he said..

“What if you get cold?” He added

He went to grab a hairdryer from the drawer . Then turned to face me

“ come here” he said

I understand what he want so i sit and give him my back. He started to dry my hair, touching my hair so gently. After he finished drying my hair he took a hair tie and started to tie my hair.

“ there’s something I wanted to say to you” he said

“ hmm? “ I replied

“ i will get to the point “ he said

“ I might not know what exactly that got you so bothered like that , but you must know that there are a lot of circumstances in the world that are out of our control. The causes and reasons behind every circumstance is complicated. In a world where it’s impossible to know everything, it’s normal that we experience things we cannot understand and find difficult to accept. Even so, we have to accept it. There are many ways to accept it. Crying is also one of them. However, only for one night. ( he took my hand that was planning on reaching my face)…. And don’t rub your eyes, it will be better if you leave it and take a good sleep “ he added .

After leaving, he leaned to kiss my head .

“ good night “ he said

“ wait! “ i said

His eyes locked into mine , waiting for me to say what I want to say.

“ why did you went to the banquet, with her? “ i couldn’t stop my curiosity so i asked him .

He chuckled quietly then pinned my chin forcing me to look at him..

“ you jealous? “ he said

A bold idea came up to me ,

“Yes..i am! “ I didn’t wasted time and answered his question seriously.

He was frozen in his place , stopped chuckling and has a surprised face expression .

I gathered all my courage to say the three most difficult words ..

“ i love you victor! “ i said , while looking into his face..

then reached to his face and give him a quick peck on his lips ..

“ don’t make me feel this way again, I hate it !“ i said and then went for another kiss . But He didn’t kiss me back , still surprised by my bold move.

“ when i saw how you looked to her when she was talking to you . You were smiling while and looking into her eyes , I wondered if you ever started to lose your feelings towards me , i was really scared of losing you.. i even started to imagine how you would look in your groom suit .. standing beside her in front of everyone… i was so scared “ my voice cracked at the end.. i felt the tears forming in my eyes

“ I really… really don’t want to lose you . I did my research about her, She won countless times and even has the f-“ my speech were cut off with his hot kiss .

He closed his eyes and rested his one hand on the back of my head and the other on my neck.

He pulled his lips away from mine when he noticed how i was struggling to breathe.

“ … you talk too much” he said while maintaining his sharp eyes on me.

“Since when you had these thoughts on that little brain of yours? Instead of using it on useless things, apply this effort and worry about your unfinished weekly report instead. You thought I haven’t noticed how distracted you were ?“ Victor said.

“ relax dummy , Lili is just an older sister to me. She asked if i can company her since her husband on business trip outside china. Lili is busy in work but also dealing with three kids at the same time. I was just helping her manage the deal she had with SJ company , you don’t have to worry that little head of yours on such matters “ victor added.

“ Duckie, i searched for you, and luckily after 10017 years i was able to meet you again. The little head of yours could never imagine how bad I wanted to see that silly smile of yours again. I waited for so long , and you better make it up to me. In other words , Be mine” victor said , while holding my left cheek and went for another breathless kiss ..

“ i —-love —-you——-, Dummy “ he said between his kisses ..

“ don’t close your eyes, look at me when iam talking to you. You know that i love when you’re bold with me, right?” he said smiling at me then slightly biting my lower lip ..

“I was so happy when i met you, in the end of the banquet . I thought you went with her“ i said while having a big silly smile on my face

“ There is only one thing you should be happy about……. It has always been you and only you” he said while looking at my eyes and holding my hot blushing cheeks in his big hand .

After making out sessions for straight two hours , he lay me down on the bed pulling the quilt over my body.

“ go to sleep, and NEVER think about theses useless matters . if you want to ask me something Just ask me directly ... Goodnight dummy” he said ..

“Good night” i replied softly

He smiled then give me a final forehead kiss and went outside the room after dimming the lights ..

In the next day i went to LFG to submit my weekly report , suddenly i received a call from Kiki

“ boss, i made a surprise for you!! you are going to thank me for it . Don’t overthink about it, and just enjoy the surprise” she said while giggling in mischievous manner.

She closed the call, i was nervous and curious at the same time but I didn’t pay much attention on that because I didn’t have much time left, i have weekly report to submit! . I hurried to victors office and luckily I arrived on time but I found my secret love letters has been opened on victors office already and he had one of them on his hand , taking his time reading it while drinking his coffee ..

he noticed me standing near the door , surprised and embarrassed . Victor smirked in anticipation

“ You have a lot of explainings to do , Producer Duckie “ he said while giving me smirky face

what a Great start to my day.

The End

Thank you for reading, see you next time!

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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snapshot | l.jn

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre/ warnings: smut, thigh riding, hand jobs, masturbation

words: 2.6k

Jeno is going to pass out.

It’s not because of the lack of sleep he had gotten, the fact that he’s about to miss the deadline for his essay, or because he’s been eating like shit the whole week. It’s not even because of the disgustingly graphic horror movie Renjun had made him watch. It’s because you, his very attractive roommate, have sent him a picture.

Nothing like the normally cute selfies you normally send him, or the ones taken from an awful angle to get a laugh out of him. This one’s sexy. Blue lace just barely covers your breasts, your necklace fitting perfectly in your cleavage. Your lips are parted slightly but they’re swollen, as if you’ve been biting them.

The sheer speed with which all the blood in his body rushes to his cock is fast enough to make him lightheaded almost immediately, and he stares at the picture long enough that it’s permanently ingrained behind his eyelids. Which is a problem. A big, big problem.

He realizes just how big of a problem it is when he gets a hand around his cock, guilt swimming in his stomach as he realizes that he’s about to jerk off to his roommate. His wonderful, lovely roommate who he is friends with. Did he have a mild crush on you? Yes. But your relationship is nothing but strictly platonic. And yet...

Even when he puts his phone away, he can’t stop thinking about that picture. You must’ve sent it to him on accident. Why else would he get that picture?

His phone dings and he opens it, hoping it’s Jaemin asking him to play video games. Lord knows he needs the distraction.

It’s not.

It’s you again. The attachment is a video this time, and holy fuck. The video starts with a shot of your legs, a pair of matching blue panties that just barely cover your pussy. There’s a soft moan, and Jeno’s ears strain to pick up on it.

“I’m so wet for you.” You sigh, letting your fingers slip under the fabric. A gasp leaves you at the feeling and Jeno wishes that he could see what you’re doing, but the fabric blocks his view and he wishes that he could rip it off of you. “God, I wish you were here with me. You’d fuck me so well.”

You move your fingers up to the camera and fuck, you really weren’t lying when you said you were wet. The digits are glistening and Jeno audibly moans. He fucking ascends when you pop the digits in your mouth, moaning around them obscenely. The video ends and yet Jeno is too overwhelmed you process anything, just sits there with his phone in his hand and his eyes glued blankly to his wall.

He can’t stop the images from playing in his mind, but he manages to pull it together enough to come up with a response.

Jeno [11:53pm]

did you mean to send this to me?????

Roomie [11:54pm]

huh

OH HOLY FUCK

IM SO SORRY PLEASE DELETE THOSE

HOLY SHIT

Jeno [11:54pm]

haha it’s okay

i deleted them no worries

Roomie [11:54pm]

im so embarrassed right now

Jeno [11:55pm]

dont be

it happens to the best of us

can i come talk to you or do you need a minute to finish up

Roomie [11:56pm]

asjdhjsksj DID YOU HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT

anyways yeah give me a min

Jeno wills his boner to go down and takes a few deep breaths, eventually standing from his chair and making his way down the hall. He bounces on his toes and checks the time. It’s been 3 minutes. Surely you’re ready now?

“Come in!” You yell when he knocks and he timidly lets himself in, shutting the door softly behind him. He can’t help but notice how adorable you look right now, wrapped so tightly in blankets that your face barely peaks out. Jeno notices the hoodie you’re swimming in is his, and it fills him with a strange sense of... something. Pride? Happiness?

“Hey.” He starts, standing awkwardly at the foot of your bed.

You take a moment before repeating the greeting. Neither of you know what to say and a horrible silence fills the room. Your laughter breaks it.

“This is so awkward, holy shit.” You giggle, breaking out of your cocoon a little bit. “I can’t even remember a time where it’s been this bad.”

“It was literally less awkward when we first met and that’s saying something.” Jeno snorts, taking a seat on the edge of the bed when you pat it.

The two of you laugh until it peters out into another silence. You clear your throat. “Uh. So about the, uh, pictures. I’m really sorry, I definitely didn’t mean to send them to you.”

Jeno laughs again, hoping that it doesn’t sound too strained. “Yeah, I kinda figured. It’s no big deal though, I already deleted them.”

“It’s not like I would send you nudes anyways, that’s stupid. I’d show you in person.” Jeno’s eyebrows nearly shoot off of his face with how high he raises them, a confused “huh?” leaving him. You laugh. “Y’know, because you’re right next door. Are you okay?”

He somewhat recovers. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, for sure. Face to face contact and all that.” His heart is still beating much too fast, his knee bouncing as he thinks about you showing up at his door in nothing but skimpy lingerie, a pout on your lips as you whisper that you’re so wet and that you need him to do something.

“Mhmm, exactly. Anyways, can we agree to forget about this?” You ask, and Jeno definitely won’t be forgetting about this anytime soon, but he nods anyways and murmurs an “of course”. You beam. “Cool! Are you gonna go to sleep? Because I was about to start a movie if you wanna join.”

Jeno shakes his head, the proximity driving him crazy. “I got an essay to write that is due,” He checks the clock. “9 minutes ago. Maybe another time?”

You open your arms and pull him in for a hug. “I’m holding you to that. Have fun writing your essay.”

He groans. “Oh yeah, the most fun.”

It’s when he gets past your door that you stop him. “Hey Jen?” He pauses, glances back, but doesn’t open the door to peek his head back into your room. “I’m glad it was you I sent the pictures to.”

He pretends like he doesn’t hear it, his mind already a jumbled mess.

The next few weeks are surprisingly not awkward. You both ignore it like you promised, going on with your routine as if it had never happened. Well, as much as possible, anyways.

Jeno is a young man in his prime. He has a very high sex drive. And yet, he hasn’t been able to jerk off in two weeks because every time he tries, he thinks of you. And the guilt that consumes him is always too much, so he ends up with a cold shower and a shit ton of frustration.

But two weeks is a long time to be pent up. So when you pop into his mind while he’s relaxing in bed, he can’t stop himself from grinding his hips down into the mattress. A little bit of relief turns into him humping the mattress like a dog, biting into his pillow to muffle his moans. You’re not home so he doesn’t really need to be quiet, but it’s a force of habit.

Your name still slips past his lips, and no matter how guilty he feels, he can’t stop. He groans your name and flips onto his back, wrapping his fist around his cock and nearly sobbing at how good it feels. His hips snap faster and faster into his hand and he’s so close, so fucking close-

“Jeno?” Your voice is too close to be a part of his imagination and it takes a moment for him to realize why.

His head snaps up and he makes eye contact with you, dread rushing through him. “Shit, y/n, I didn’t-“ He doesn’t finish, doesn’t know what he didn’t do, just yanks the covers up to protect the last bits of his dignity.

You swallow. “My class got cancelled. I uh, I heard you call my name and I didn’t realize that you were...” You trail off, making a vague gesture with your hand.

It’s bad, he knows, but he can’t stop himself from continuing to stroke himself at a torturous pace. He’s hidden from sight by the blanket and he grinds the heel of his palm into the head of his cock, biting his cheek so hard he tastes blood. It’s hurting more than it’s helping, and he knows it’s bad to keep doing it while talking to his roommate who he was just getting off to, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He grimaces, ready to try and talk himself out of it (or at least attempt to) when you continue. “Do you want help?”

Jeno’s eyes nearly fall out of his head and he hisses as he accidentally squeezes his cock too hard. You’re looking at your feet and maybe you’re just as embarrassed as he is.

“I mean, you’ve already seen my nudes. I wouldn’t mind, like, seeing yours too.” Jeno is hallucinating. There’s no way this is real. Shakily, he nods.

You move to sit down next to him, a little stiff, your eyes meeting his for a moment before flickering down over his torso. He jolts as you brush your fingertips along his arm, moving down the limb until you reach his hand, which is still fucking gripping his dick. You giggle when you realize that he’s been jerking off the whole time you’ve been in the room.

The covers are pulled down and your eyes widen briefly. Jeno’s self-conscious for half a second before you’re gasping out an “oh fuck, you’re big”. His ego inflates and he can’t stop himself from smiling.

“You must be close, yeah? Couldn’t stop touching yourself, even when I caught you.” Jeno groans, half in embarrassment, half in pleasure. You brush your fingers of the tip of his cock, just teasing around the head and his hips launch off the bed into your touch.

“Bet you were hoping I caught you. That’s why you were calling my name, isn’t it?” You lean close to brush your lips over his earlobe before moving down to leave wet kisses along his neck. He pants heavily, head tilting to give you more room.

Pleasure clouds his senses when you finally take pity on him, stroking his cock with a tight grip. “You’re the one who sent the pictures.” He pants out. There’s heat pooling his gut and he rolls his hips up into your grip, fucking into your hand.

“Aww, you liked them? Let me tell you a secret.” You move so that you’re straddling his thigh, leaning down to suck a hickey into his chest, and Jeno doesn’t miss the way your subtly rock your hips down. “I was thinking about you when I took them.”

That does it. Images of you picking out that lingerie with him in mind, posing and sucking on your fingers for him, touching yourself while imagining it’s him flash through his mind and it’s too much to handle. Jeno comes with a loud groan of your name, panting shallowly and digging his heels into the mattress. You work him through it, dragging out his pleasure until it’s almost too much and it starts to get painful. A loud whine leaves him and you laugh.

Jeno’s ears are ringing and his brain has turned to mush, so it takes him a while to realize that he’s got an arm locked around your body keeping you anchored to his chest. It also takes him a moment to notice how you grind down against his thigh, how you whimper and moan as you chase that bliss.

He just about comes again when he notices that you’ve got your fingers in your mouth, sucking and lapping at the digits to clean them of his come.

“Fuck,” He groans softly, tensing his thigh and pressing it up against you. “That feel good, baby?”

A hum leaves you, eyes opening to meet his own. You look thoroughly fucked out, sweat beading on your forehead, pupils blown wide with lust. “Yeah, I’m so close.”

Jeno’s hands move without him telling them to, grabbing your hips and pulling you down against his thigh harder, faster. He grips at your ass, loving the way it feels in his palm, and he brings one hand down softly. A slap sounds through the room and you keen, hips stuttering against him.

“Come on baby, let go.” His voice sounds utterly wrecked, deep and gravelly and what was supposed to be a casual phrase comes out as a command. You can’t do anything but moan in response, babbling out some variation of “please, please, I’m so close, I’m so- ohfuck.”

Your pace grows sloppy as you come, sobs leaving you as Jeno forces you to maintain a quick rhythm via his hands on your hips. Watching you fall apart is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He can’t tear his eyes away from you.

“Too much, I can’t- Jeno, I can’t-“ You shake and twitch on top of him and it fills him with satisfaction, seeing that he made you like this. He softens his hold, moving one hand up to your back and anchoring you to his chest. You bury your face into him with a sigh.

Jeno’s content to lay there and rub your back for a bit, maybe get some sleepy cuddles. But you push yourself up onto your forearms and disappointment fills him. He expects you to leave, expects things to be so unbearably awkward between the two of you that you have to move out, expects- well, anything except for the pair of lips pressing to his own.

The kiss takes him by surprise and he makes a muffled noise, taking a moment to coordinate himself enough to kiss back. You’re smiling into the kiss and it makes him smile too, his hand coming up to cup your jaw.

“So you sent me those nudes on purpose.” Jeno teases when you finally pull away, gasping for air. Your eyes widen before you’re shaking your head and giggling.

“No! I actually didn’t. They were meant for Mark, but I was thinking about you when I took them, so I guess my brain decided it would be a good idea to press your name.” You shuffle down a little bit so that your legs fit perfectly with his, limbs tangling together.

Jeno brushes your hair off of your forehead, stroking your scalp softly. You hum and melt into him. “Well, I guess you missed the mark on that one.”

It takes a moment for it to register but when it does, your head snaps up and you glare at him. “That was horrible, oh my God. I’m breaking up with you.”

“But we’re not dating?”

You turn shy, laughing and hiding your face. “Oh yeah. Well, would you maybe, uh, want to?”

Jeno can’t fight the smile that takes over his entire face as he looks at you. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I would love to.”

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