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ferrstappen · 1 month

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SLUT! l MV1 imagine

a/n: hey! I’m alive, I hope some of you are alive as well and willing to read something 💘 this is short and just a random idea I had before diving into writing some longer pieces with more plot, but I really hope you like it and as you know, feedback is very very welcome!!! Also I’m sorry if it’s weird or any mistakes bc I wrote this on my phone 💘

Summary: this isn’t your first time being a WAG, but people don’t seem to like the idea of you ending your relationship with Joe Burrow and falling in love with Max.

Looking around, you could tell that this wasn't an ordinary place. The sound of engines revving, the vivid colors of various vehicles, and the hustle and bustle of multiple teams, engineers, sponsors, drivers, and fans walking around the paddock all added to the excitement. It was a truly remarkable sight to behold. The energy was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe taking it all in.

In your previous relationship, your boyfriend would make grand entrances at the stadium, sporting his fancy Cartier sunglasses and jamming to his favorite tunes. He wouldn't pay much attention to the photographers snapping away as he strolled past them, and you'd catch a glimpse of him from afar in a lavish suite. That was quite a contrast to your current situation, which you're still adjusting to.

You were greeted by a well-dressed individual who was sporting the logos of Red Bull, Oracle, and Honda all over their outfit. They handed you a VIP all-access paddock pass which had your name and headshot printed on it, along with details of whose guest you were. To top it off, they also put a Red Bull credential on your wrist. The assistant then guided you towards the power station, where you were hopping to finally catch Max after weeks of not seeing each other.

You never meant to be in this position. You were in a happy, stable, loving relationship, truly. But last year one night in Las Vegas, your boyfriend, Joe, was invited to the Las Vegas Grand Prix, and of course, you both attended, curious and excited about the event. Neither of you knew it would be the beginning of the end.

Your first meeting with Max was captured on camera.

Max and Joe, the reigning Formula 1 champion and the Cincinnati Bengals quarterback together was gold content for the Red Bull socials, and there you were in the back, knowing your place smiling at the interaction, but when you were least expecting it, the champion stretched his hand and introduced himself, catching you and your boyfriend off guard.

As soon as he spoke, I noticed his friendly yet polite tone. "Hi, I'm Max," he introduced himself with a warm smile. His simple gesture of introducing himself made him instantly likable and set him apart from the others in the crowd.

“Hi Max, I’m (y/n). Thanks for the invitation,” you shook the hand that wasn’t holding a can of Red Bull.

“Right. Max, this is my girlfriend. She’s the happiest here because she’s a Red Bull addict,” Joe added, earning a soft laugh from you and a smile from Max.

“Then you came to the right place, (y/n). The mini fridges are all yours, and I’m pretty sure the ones on the second floor have limited editions,”

You thought that was all you were going to see of him, barely catching him after his win to congratulate him, but oh were you wrong, seeing him with a warm gray pull-up hoodie and styled blond hair, sipping gin and tonic and waving his hand as people chanted his name to the tune of a song.

Tu Tu Du Du, Max Verstappen

Or something along those lines.

The moment he recognized you, a sudden rush of excitement and anticipation sent a buzz through your stomach that was impossible to ignore. You felt a mixture of nervousness and elation as he leaned in for a short cheek kiss, the scent of gin lingering on your nose as you briefly noticed the small mole on his upper lip. Despite the presence of your boyfriend standing behind you, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of emotions inside.

“I heard you ransacked the energy station,” A drunk Max Verstappen told you.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and at the same time you felt Joe’s arms tight around your waist.

“There weren't any Red Bulls left on the building after you left, maybe I'll have to send a PR package your way,” Max slurred, taking a new sip from his gin and tonic glass.

You couldn’t answer because Joe was faster: “we’ll sure enjoy that, thank you. Wanna go mingle, babe?”

That was almost five months ago as you made your way in sunny Melbourne, doing your best to avoid prying eyes who were aware of the events that took place last November and how you left Joe Burrow the quarterback for Max Verstappen the racing driver.

But it’s not like you wanted to.

After the first box full of sugar free Red Bull arrived with a note, you left a message on his Instagram before posting a story, tagging him and the team.

The he started sending silly memes, followed by the description of the Red Bull ingredients written in Arabic while on Abu Dhabi.

In February, things had reached a point where it was impossible to ignore any longer. You knew it was time to end things with Joe, and when you did, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Suddenly, you were free to do as you pleased, to go where you wanted to go. And so, when Max invited you to go to Bahrain for testing, you jumped at the opportunity.

It was on this trip that you experienced your first date with Max. You both had such a great time together, laughing until your stomachs hurt. You tried your best to hold back your wandering eyes, but you couldn't help noticing the adorable mole on his lip. And then, when the night sky had blanketed the Middle East, he leaned in and kissed you, sending shivers down your spine. It was a magical moment that you would never forget.

But the next day, your first day on the track, a random person recognized you and rumors went crazy, name-calling, attacks, fans carrying signs “What happened with #9”, grown men calling you a bitch, a whore, a gold digger, jumping from one dick to another. It was so much that Max decided to send you to his home in Monaco, not even caring if you were there for the first Grand Prix of the season, he just needed you to be okay.

As you walked towards the energy station, the ground beneath your feet felt firm, yet your steps were hesitant and shy. You were not alone, though, as someone from the team was following your every move, as per Max's orders. The team wanted to ensure that you were safe and secure as you made your way towards the Red Bull hospitality. Once you arrived, a collective sigh of relief was released, and you waited patiently for Max to arrive. The anticipation in the air was palpable as everyone eagerly awaited his arrival.

You vividly remember that moment when he finally arrived at the paddock, dressed in his Red Bull shirt, shorts, and cap, looking so handsome and sporty. You couldn't help but rush towards him, feeling a surge of excitement and joy. As you hugged him tightly, he smiled and hummed softly, clearly enjoying your touch and warmth. You noticed that he was trying to register your scent, perhaps to make the moment even more intimate and memorable.

You knew he was about to lean in for a cheek kiss, but something inside you urged you to do something bolder and more passionate. So, without hesitating, you turned around, making sure his larger frame was facing the outside, away from prying eyes. Then, you carefully grabbed his face with both hands, feeling his strong jawline and stubble under your fingers. You looked deeply into his eyes, savoring the moment, before leaning in and kissing his full lips.

The kiss was electrifying and unexpected, taking him by surprise, but he quickly responded with equal passion and tenderness. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, as you lost yourself in the blissful moment. It was a moment of pure connection and love, one that you would always treasure in your heart.

Despite being called all sorts of names by people, you refused to let it get to you. You were determined to continue showing your deep admiration and affection for Max, no matter what others thought or said. You believed that your feelings were genuine and authentic, and you were not going to let anyone else's opinion sway you. Despite the challenges and obstacles you faced, your love for Max remained unwavering and waiting to grow bigger.

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rainerioun · 1 month

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𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖣𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖵𝖨𝖤𝖶 𝖸𝖮𝖴? | 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽.

— Hello! I thought I'd try and give a more in-depth reading. Interestingly, some of the piles seem to be similar. Perhaps this reading is meant for just a few people. I tried to keep it pretty general and unbiased whether we're talking about platonic or romantic connections, but it seems like there are hints of romantic feelings in all of them. However, if you're inquiring about a friendship or something similar, feel free to take what resonates and ignore the rest. <3

HOW TO CHOOSE A PILE : The outcome may vary based on whether you receive clear messages visually or intuitively. If you resonate more with selecting a pile visually, trust that inclination. Personally, I believe the notion that 'looks can deceive,' so I prefer to take a deep breath and close my eyes, allowing the pile I'm meant to connect with to come to me. You might see the color of the pile, sense or hear a number, or simply feel its overall vibe.

Please don’t redistribute or edit my content.

MUST READ + MASTERLIST

PILE ONE

How Do They View You? King of Wands | Queen of Swords | Death.

To start, this person respects you heavily. They perceive you as someone exuding confidence and leading by example. You've influenced them at the very least. If you're experiencing change or have recently undergone a transformation, they want you to know they're proud of you.

How Do They View You? Dragon : Seeing One's Most True Self, Balancing Ego. | Oyster : Patient, Secret-Keeper, Hiding Inner Treasures.

They see the real you, not just the image you project. If you're shy or uncertain, they want to remind you not to underestimate yourself, and to embrace your genuine beauty and intelligence. They know that everyone else wants to see it too. I believe that they might perceive your confidence as a sort of façade.

How Do They View You? Trickster — Light : Transcending Convention, Stuffiness and Predictable Behavior. Shadow : Manipulating Others Through Duplicity.

I didn't view this card negatively; it felt more like confirmation of what I said earlier. This person understands that you don't reveal everything and perhaps even play a role, though it may not be intentional. They recognize your tendency to use humor as a shield, but they wish you would let them in a bit more because they can see through you already.

How Do They Feel Around You? Determination, Balance, Cleanse, Magic, Protection.

When this person is around you, they experience a sense of balance and comfort. They feel a protective instinct towards you, given what they know about you, or vice versa. They long to express their love and appreciation more openly and receive it in return. Reach out to them more often!

Additional. Photograph : Looking at Your Photos, Missing You, Nostalgia, Make New Memories.

They miss you if there's any current separation or lack of communication. They might even be keeping an eye on you, whether through social media or mutual connections, just to ensure you're doing alright.

Extra: Aquarius, Change, 10, Unique, Libra, Scorpio, Emotions, Bittersweet, Funny, Summer Blues, Phone Call.

Alien Blues : Vundabar | Fine Line : Harry Styles | I Wanna Be Yours : Artic Monkeys.

PILE TWO

How Do They View You? Ten of Wands [Reversed] | Nine of Swords [Reversed] | Knight of Pentacles.

This person acknowledges your ambition but finds it amusing that you can also be a bit absent-minded. It's not meant as an insult but more of a playful tease. They believe you sometimes overlook the risks around you because you're so captivated and excited by what lies ahead, which can come off as slightly immature. It reminds them of a naive child who might need a gentle nudge in the right direction, so you don't leap off the cliff hoping to grab the sun. I can picture someone stumbling clumsily while the other bursts into loud laughter.

How Do They View You? Moth : Impulsive, Hasty, Wishful | Bee : Earnest, Hardworking, Democratic.

I find this dynamic incredibly endearing. They see you as someone goofy or even whimsical. You're sensitive and vibrant, drawing people to you effortlessly, which they appreciate. Sometimes, it seems like they want to slow you down a bit so you don't scurry off too quickly. You give off a jittery vibe at times.

How Do They View You? Rescuer — Light : Provides Strength and Support to Others in Crisis. Acts out of Love with no Expectation of Reward. Shadow : Assumes that the Rescued will Reciprocate. Goddess — Light : The Feminine Expressed through Wisdom, Nature, Life Force and Sensuality. Shadow : Exploitation of the Female Nature and Form.

This person admires your kindness and charm. I can picture them giggling nonstop whenever they're with you. It's as if you have no worries, just frolicking through life carefree.

How Do They Feel Around You? Sweetness, Success, Rejection.

Once more, you're incredibly sweet to them. Normally, they feel content in your company, but there might be moments when they feel rejected. If they've made a move and you've turned them down, that's the reason. They need time to move on and accept that boundary if don't reciprocate their feelings. If not, it's because they've been dropping hints left and right, and you're just too oblivious to pick up on them.

Additional. Stabbed in the Back : Heartbreak, Pain, Separation, Shocking Attack. Camera : Remininscing, Keepsake, Perception, Learn from the Past, Make Memories. Coffee Cup : Meeting and Conversing, Savoring the Moment, Feeling Uplifted, Friendship.

Yeah, they're definitely feeling a bit disheartened that their attempts to win you over aren't hitting the mark or are just going unnoticed. But hey, you don't owe them anything, so no need to feel guilty. Regardless, they want to keep being part of your life, cherishing the friendship you've both formed.

Extra : Pisces, Indecisive, Kind, 7, Individuality, Unique, Communication, Taurus, Leo, Cancer, Junebug, Wheel, Fields.

Dangerously In Love : Beyoncé. | Hanging Your Picture Up To Dry : Cut Worms.

[18+, SUGGESTIVE.]

PILE THREE

How Do They View You? Ace of Swords, Six of Swords, Wheel of Fortune [Reversed].

I wasn't anticipating this kind of reading when I shuffled the cards. I almost reshuffled to get a more generic and 'safe' result, but I decided against it. It seems this person likes you a little more than they probably should. They perceive you as someone incredibly self-assured and inspiring, maybe even a bit out of their league. Yet, despite feeling like they're chasing you, they don't seem to mind the playful challenge and are willing to put in the extra effort to break through your defenses.

How Do They View You? Cheetah : Solar Force, Action, Achievement. | Starfish : Beautiful, Alluring, Superficial or Shallow.

This seems pretty clear-cut, lol. They view you as someone with the potential to reach any goal, maybe because your appearance tends to influence people without you even trying. They're strongly attracted to you, but they're also aware they're not alone in admiring you.

How Do They View You? Queen — Light : Radiates the Regal Feminine. Uses Her Benevolent Authority to Protect Others. Shadow : Becomes Arrogant When Authority Is Challenged. Controlling and Demanding. Hero/Heroine — Light : Passion for a Journey of Personal Empowerment. Shadow : Escapism and a False Sense of Heroism.

They definitely put you on a pedestal in their mind. Sometimes you can get a little sassy or assertive because you're clear about what you want, and they find that irresistible. They truly appreciate the natural authority you exude.

How Do They Feel Around You? Passion, Trust, Hunger.

Do I really need to elaborate? For my own sake, I'll keep it brief. You light a fire within them, and they feel like they cannot control such feelings.

Additional. The Snake : Competition, Enemy, Clever, Malicious, Look Over Your Shoulder, The Other Woman. Kisses : Unconditionally Loving, Giving and Receiving Affection, Falling in Love.

As I mentioned, they feel this urge to compete for your affection with others. They might even experience a twinge of jealousy seeing someone else getting your attention while they're so invested in you. My advice is, if this is a secret admirer or a third-party situation, it's best to tell them where they stand. If you're not interested, it's important not to lead them on. However, if polyamory is part of your dynamic, then there's no need to worry about what I'm saying; it seems like they enjoy the thrill of the chase.

Extra: 6, Virgo, Possessive, Cancer, Fussy, Moon, Emotions, Strong Needs, Candles, Stack of Papers, Show Off, Linger, Lust.

Fields of Elation : Sleep Token | Somebody Else : Bad Omens | Lost in the Fire : The Weeknd.

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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strike a pose — kmg & xmh

summary: you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

tags: smut (minors dni!), model!reader, photographer!mingyu, fashion designer!minghao warnings: explicit unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. & f. receiving), praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, vv soft wc: 4.2k an: this is obviously NOT how real modeling works at all but we’re gonna ignore that. also here's the inspo for the reader's lingerie she wears throughout the fic!!

“This is your last item on your schedule today, Miss L/N. It’s a photoshoot with Pledis Magazine for THE8’s new lingerie line,” your assistant tells you as you two walk out of your interview for Vanity Fair.

“Thank you Seungkwan. Would you perhaps know who the photographer will be?”

“Kim Mingyu, ma’am.”

Your mouth falls open a bit at this and you quickly close it before thanking Seungkwan again. You and Mingyu have a…complicated history. You two went to the same college back when you thought you were going to become a photographer and not a model.

Being in the same year and both photography majors you two got to know each other well. You guys were friends, but you were also more than that. You skirted around each other’s feelings for four years but nothing came out of it. You were then signed to different agencies and there you got scouted for modeling being told that “you’re too gorgeous to stay behind the camera”. You don’t run into him much anymore but there are a few rare occasions, like today, when you get him as your photographer.

You two pull up to the Pledis building and you’re brought to the photography studio. You’ve done photoshoots for Pledis before but you’re always paired with a random stylist and photographer. In the car you prepared yourself to see Mingyu, but you weren’t expecting to see Xu Minghao here as well. You know it’s his clothing line that you’re modeling, but at these kinds of photoshoots you never see the fashion designer first hand.

You’ve only met Minghao a handful of times at different fashion events but you never talk for long. You personally think he’s attractive enough to be a model as well with his smooth skin and silky hair.

“Well there she is.” It’s Minghao who addresses you when you step into the room.

Mingyu and Minghao are friends, you know this much. It’s not uncommon for the tabloids to catch them together going out for drinks or lunch. You think currently Mingyu is signed directly under Minghao as he does all of Minghao’s photoshoots.

“Hello Minghao, Mingyu.” You address Minghao with your next sentence. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Ah, one of my stylists is out sick today and I had some time to come help out myself. When else would I get the chance to style one of the biggest models in Korea.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You flush at his flattery.

“Ah, you’re too humble, Y/N. Now, let’s get you into hair and makeup. Then we can start dressing you. Or well, undressing you.” Minghao winks at you and your face heats up even more. You don’t know why you’re so affected by his words. It’s a dumb joke about how you’re going to be modeling underwear today and that’s all, he’s just teasing you. You’ve modeled lingerie before and you’re rarely ever affected by comments that are thrown your way, but with Minghao you can’t help it. The man is not only handsome but also talented and charismatic, you can’t help but be a bit flustered by him.

“It’s good to see you Y/N,” Mingyu says to you as Minghao walks off to talk to one of the make-up artists.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You can’t seem to make eye contact with Mingyu. You instead stare at the camera in his hand. It makes you think back to your uni days, when you would go on photography dates and pass the time by going to photo museums and doing impromptu photoshoots together. It wasn't uncommon for you guys to edit your photos together while cuddled up on your bed while a movie played in the background.

You think that you loved Mingyu at one point. Hell maybe you still do. Nothing would surprise you anymore. Maybe that’s why you can’t make eye contact with him, scared that if your eyes meet his big brown eyes you’ll instantly fall for him again.

“Y/N! This is Mina, she’ll be doing your make up today,” Minghao calls you over and you finally break your stare from Mingyu’s hands to where the fashion designer is standing. You excuse yourself from the older man to go get ready for the shoot but you can feel his eyes follow you as you walk away.

“There are five sets that you’ll be modeling today. Does that sound okay to you?” Minghao asks you. You’re alone together in the dressing room. You’re wrapped in a black silky robe and sitting on the coach as Minghao stands in front of you next to a clothing rack.

“Sounds good. Seungkwan debriefed me when the original email came in and a bit in the car as well before we got here,” you explain.

“Yes, he seems like a good kid. And just making sure, I know you signed the contract already, but you are comfortable doing this, correct? I won’t mind if we have to push this back or even find a different model. Your comfort is of utmost importance.”

“Yes Minghao, I promise I’m okay with this. It’s not the first time I’ve modeled lingerie.” You appreciate his concern though, always the gentleman.

Minghao sends you a small smile. “Well then, let’s get started with the first set then.” He turns to the clothing rack and grabs the closest hanger. The piece he pulls out is a navy blue satin dress piece. The cups of the bra have lace detailing on them and the dress has small thin straps to hold it up.

You stand up and take the piece in your hands. It feels nice and light. There’s a partition for you to change behind and you’re about to walk behind it when you stop. “Should I uh,” you flush a bit, “wear anything under it?”

Minghao also flushes at this. He refuses to meet your gaze, staring at the wall instead. “W-whatever you’re comfortable with. It was made so you don’t, but since this is a photoshoot…”

“I see. Thank you.” You walk behind the partition and drop your robe. You’re in just a pair of plain black panties and a matching bra. You shuck both off before pulling the lingerie over your body. You decide to sans your panties and you step back out into the room.

“Oh wow, Y/N. You look incredible,” Minghao tells you and you blush a bit.

“Thank you. Does it look okay?” You walk back over to where the fashion designer is standing.

“More than okay. You look ravishing.”

You two walk back out to where Mingyu is and you notice the room is cleared of everyone besides Mingyu himself. “I thought it would be more comfortable if it was just us,” Mingyu explains. His voice sounds a bit tight and he can’t stop staring at you.

“Yes, that's nicer. Thank you.”

“We’re uh,” he clears his throat, “we’re going to shoot this more boudoir style so we can accent not only the lingerie but you as well. There’s a couch and a bed set up over there and I’ll help pose you.”

The first set you do a couple of basic boudoir poses. You lay on the bed, you stretch your body across the wall, you fold your legs under you as you sit on the couch, so on and so forth.

The next piece Minghao puts you in is another dress but this time it’s black and sheer and looser around your body. You wear a pair of small black panties under it and when you walk out Mingyu is nearly drooling over you.

“Oh wow, Y/N.”

“Like what you see?” You do a small twirl for him, a blush fanning your cheeks.

Mingyu gulps thickly before realizing that he has a job to do. To hide his embarrassment he quickly gets you into position for the next shot. Mingyu can barely meet your eye during the whole shoot, all of his requests coming out in a meek voice.

The next set is ruby red and velvety. It has lots of straps and you feel a bit awkward trying to figure it all out so you call for Minghao. With your permission he steps behind the partition to see you struggling to fit into the piece correctly.

“May I touch you?”

The context of the question is innocent but you can’t help but get flustered over it. “Y-yes.”

Minghao’s fingers tug at the choker and waist piece gently. “This piece needs to go on before the bra. Here, let me help you.” He undoes the piece from your neck and lets it hang off your waist before his fingers flit to the bra clasp. “May I take this off? I promise it’s nothing but professional.”

You can’t find your words so you just nod. With permission Minghao unclasps the bra and pulls it away from your body. You’ve modeled revealing clothes before, but being actually naked feels completely different. It’s vulnerable.

To Minghao he’s probably done this a million times but you normally dress yourself at shoot and only have the stylist help you when you’re fully covered, and even at that they’re always female stylists.

You fight the urge to cover up your chest as Minghao makes quick work of placing the pieces in the correct order, his fingers flitting over your warm bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Once the lingerie is all set into place you thank the designer in a small voice before scuttling back out to Mingyu.

This time he makes use of the bed, having you stretch your body out so he can take full body shots. After that he has you rest on your knees. “Cross your arms at your wrists and then bring them up to rest on your head. Yeah and then arch your back a bit. Just like that. Can you spread your legs more?”

“O-oh?” You squeak out.

“N-not like that!” Mingyu’s face grows red when he realizes what he just implied. Mingyu snaps the photos and is quickly changing you to your next pose, too flustered to keep you in this pose for long.

The fourth set Minghao has designed is baby pink with a corset like top and small sheer bottoms that don’t leave much up to imagination in your lower regions. Just like earlier you feel vulnerable and you’re about to tell Minghao you can’t do this set but the way he looks at you when you walk out from behind the petition helps fuel your confidence a bit. You’re even more confident when Mingyu’s eyes land on you when you walk out to him. He can barely take his gaze off your you, his eyes lingering on the panties for a while.

It's now that you can see the half hard-on Mingyu is sporting in his pants. It’s mostly covered by his dark pants but when he moves just right you’re able to catch a peek at you. It fills you with embarrassment and a bit of pride knowing that you did that to him. It also fills you with a bit of lust.

“Can you touch yourself?”

“Y-you’re so shameless today Kim Mingyu,” you stutter over your words, your voice tense.

“Y/N,” he whines. “I’m trying to stay professional here, can you please do the same?”

“You’re the one asking me to touch myself!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

You’re both fully flustered now, blushes covering both of your bodies. You avoid eye contact as you finish up the rest of the photos for this set. As you walk back to the dressing room you think about him. You’ve never had relations with one of your photographers before, but this is different, this isn’t just a photographer, this is Kim Mingyu.

You think about the way he keeps staring at you like he wants to eat you up. You find yourself thinking you wouldn’t mind if he did.

The final piece Minghao has for you is dark green and it's the most on par to something you would wear in your normal life. It’s lacey with small floral patterns in the lace and straps that wrap around your hips and chest. The color looks good against your skin and you love the way the bra cups our boobs, extenuating your cleavage.

Minghao brings you out to Mingyu who absolutely is staring at you now, unashamedly. He licks his lips before speaking. “You are so stunning Y/N. You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mingyu, that really means a lot coming from you.” And you mean it.

For some reason the air feels different as you guys take photos this time. You feel even sexier, which you didn’t know was possible. It might have to do with the way Mingyu has gotten bolder with the poses he’s been putting you in. It might also have to do with the way the two men stare at you, getting you more aroused. The tension infects the air, making it almost hard to breathe.

Mingyu directs your poses in between the praise he lays on you, his voice husky and low. Minghao is quiet as you contort your body, but you can see the way his eyes glint everytime Mingyu has you arch your back or pop your hip.

Mingyu tells you guys the photoshoot is finished but nobody makes a move to start cleaning up.

“You look really good today Y/N,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the silence.

A streak of boldness washes over you and you decide to make good use of it before it goes away again. “Why don’t you come over and show me how good I looked.”

“Aw fuck it,” Mingyu mumbles before he’s setting his camera down and striding over to the bed. He doesn’t even give you time to process that he’s returning your advances before his lips crash right into yours.

You’ve dreamed of this moment but nothing has prepared you for how good it actually feels. His pillowy lips move against yours and you grab onto his shirt to pull him into you harder. Your lips clash together as you try to taste all of him. His large hands lay on your waist and the warmth has your pussy dampening Minghao’s lingerie.

Speaking of Minghao, the younger boy moves closer so he can place his hands on you as well. You feel him crawl onto the bed behind you and pull your body into his, your back pressed against his front. His hands smooth over your hips and rest on the tops of your thighs, so close to your wet heat.

“You were so good for us,” Minghao whispers to you. “Wanna make you feel good because of it.” His mouth connects to your shoulder and he gently kisses the bare skin. You already feel so good just by having their hands on you. You squirm under their touch and Mingyu finally pulls away from your mouth.

“Oh baby, are you needy? Don’t worry, we'll take care of you,” he coos. “Can I touch you here?” His hands ghost over your breasts and you nod. Mingyu eagerly cups his large hands around your breasts and stars to squeeze. You arch your back up into your touch and mewl out slightly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Minghao mumbles into your neck. “Need to touch you so badly.”

“G-go ahead,” you tell him. As a model you’re used to the praise but it feels different coming from these two. Minghao’s nimble fingers move across your skin until they press the lace of your panties against your clit. The texture is rough against your bud and it stimulates you enough to have you clenching down around nothing.

“Does that feel good love?” He rubs steady circles into you as your pussy leaks even more.

“So good,” you mumble against Mingyu’s chest where your head is buried. Right as you respond to Minghao, Mingyu slips his hands under your bra and starts to roll your nipple between his fingers. “O-oh, Gyu~”

“God, you sound good. Keep the noises coming baby,” Mingyu tells you. With both of their fingers working at you you can feel bliss starting to take over all of your senses.

“I want to eat you out,” Minghao says out loud. Your mind goes fuzzy at the thought and before you know it Minghao and Mingyu have switched places so now the older boy is behind you while the younger is in front.

“Let’s take these off, yeah?” Mingyu tugs at your panties and you nod. He helps you slip them off your body so your bare pussy is now out in the open. He then unclasps your bra as well and lets that fall to the floor. Mingyu then pulls you onto his lap, your legs spread over his to give Minghao better access.

“You’re a dream,” Minghao tells you as he settles between your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, making his time to work his way up. Mingyu’s strong arms fasten around you, pulling you back into his chest. He mouths at your neck, whispering soft praise to you as he does.

Minghao finally gets impatient and leans forward to lick a stripe up your entrance. You buck your hips up at the touch and whine, wanting more. Minghao complies to your wishes and wraps his hands around your thighs, holding them apart even further, as he starts to lick and suck all over. His mouth feels heavenly on you and he eats you out like he’s never tasted anything as divine as you.

He presses his tongue flat against you, licking up all of your slick. His nose buries itself into your pussy as he presses his tongue into you. He laves his tongue upwards, reaching deep into you. Your hands come down to grab at his hair, wanting to keep him in place.

Mingyu palms at your breasts again as you writhe around in his lap. His hands are gentle as they massage your supple flesh, spreading pleasure throughout your body. Your breathing is getting unsteady as you feel yourself work closer to your orgasm, both men doing a good job at making you feel good.

It only takes one more lick from Minghao to have you coming apart. You shudder as you cum on his tongue. He continues to lap at you until you’ve come down from your high. He’s rubbing soft circles into your thigh as you catch your breath.

“God you tasted so good. Want to stay between your thighs forever,” Minghao mumbles as he rests his cheek against your leg.

“Are you ready for more or do you need a break?” Mingyu asks you in a low voice.

“I want more,” you admit, a bit embarrassed.

“You got it baby.” Mingyu turns your head so he can capture your lips again. As he does his hands trail down your body and he slips one of his fingers into you. His finger is large and you can feel it reaching deep in you already. He slips another finger into you after a moment and then starts to slowly thrust them in and out. Your lips move against his passionately as he fucks you on his fingers. You can feel Minghao kissing and sucking at the skin on your thighs and you feel fully content, letting the boys take care of you.

Mingyu pushes a third finger into you and you moan against his mouth at the feeling of being stretched out. His fingers are thick and they give you a full feeling as he plunges them in and out of you. You can hear the soft, slick sound of his fingers working at you and it turns the tips of your ears red.

You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm and you already feel yourself breaching your breaking point when Mingyu brings his thumb down to rub at your clit. Your pussy clenches tight around his fingers and your body is twitching as you cum for a second time. Mingyu coos at you and helps fucking you through it before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

“Hao is right, you taste delicious.”

Your mind is blissed out but you have enough sense to pull away from Mingyu a bit so you can look at both of them. “I uh, want to make you guys feel good as well.”

“Aww our baby wants to make us cum?” Minghao teases and you nod a bit. “Well how can we turn down that offer?”

That’s how you end up between the two men. Mingyu lays behind you, his cock brushing up against your slit, as you gently lick at Minghao’s dick. He has a gentle grip on your head, helping guide you as you run your tongue along the underside of his length. Mingyu gently pushes into you and you can feel yourself stretch out even wider at his large width. He ruts into you, trying to get you to take all of him. You moan at the feeling, the vibration going straight into Minghao’s dick. Minghao’s grip on your hair tightens a bit but then loosens when he realizes how tight of a hold he had on you.

You bring up a hand to fondle his balls as you move your head to take his tip between your lips. His cock isn’t as thick as Mingyu’s but it’s long in length. You don’t think you’ll be able to take the whole thing down your throat, but you don’t think Minghao will mind too much.

Mingyu’s large hands are splayed across your stomach and hip as he starts to roll his hips into yours with long strokes. You love the way he’s so gentle, taking his size into consideration. His mouth leaves a trail of warm kisses across your shoulder and back and you melt at the action.

You slowly are able to work more of Minghao into your mouth, licking and sucking at him to bring him pleasure. Even when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat you don’t have his whole length in you and you resort to using your hands to stimulate the hilt of his cock.

“Your mouth feels so good for me baby, keep it up. Love it so much,” Minghao praises you, his fingers pushing your back off your forehead.

“You’re so tight Y/N, it’s insane. I’ve been waiting to do this since second year of uni and it’s so worth it,” Mingyu says.

You cherish the way both men talk to you in soft, kind voices. They make you feel like the most beautiful, loved person on the planet. It feels so right to be pressed between their warm bodies, no other place you’d rather be.

You can feel Mingyu’s hips speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper as he does. His thick cock brushes right against your g-spot and you whimper out. Mingyu realizes what he’s done and he angles his cock to hit that spot again. You keep moaning around Minghao’s dick which makes him grab onto your hair tight. He cums down your throat a second later, your name falling from his lips as he does. When he’s done filling you up with his seed you pull off him and he brings his hand down to stroke your cheek, telling you how good you did.

Minghao lays down next to you and brings your lips to his. You two kiss sweetly as Mingyu starts to pound harder into you. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s whimpering slightly. You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. While you guys are still locked at the lips Minghao’s fingers trail down your sides before gently touching you between your legs. Your body shakes at the stimulation and it doesn’t take much longer for you to be creaming on Mingyu’s dick. Your pussy squeezes his dick tight as you orgasm and Mingyu is groaning at the feeling. Your insides flutter as you feel ecstasy course through your limbs.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” Mingyu mumbles.

Mingyu swiftly pulls his dick out of you and you pull away from Minghao so you can slide down the bed and take his tip in your mouth. You swipe your tongue against his slit and that’s all it takes for him to release his load into your mouth. His cum spurts against your tongue and you swallow him down when he pulls away.

“Fuck that was so hot baby girl,” Mingyu says, staring down at you with a pink flush on his cheeks. A blush appears on your cheeks and you look down at the bed.

“Don't be shy on us now baby girl,” Minghao tells you. “You were so good, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m sorry, I just, really liked doing that,” you tell them.

“We did too,” Mingyu says as he pulls you into his arms.

You whine. “I want to stay, but Seungkwan will be here soon to pick me up.”

“Ah right, we’re still in the studio,” Minghao mumbles as if he forgot you guys were doing a photoshoot earlier.

“No worries baby,” Mingyu assures you, “I’m sure it won’t be our last time doing that.”

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the webs we spin

coho!jack hughes x fem reader

wc: 6.9K

warnings: swearing, drinking, alcohol, drunkenness, partial nudity, sexual innuendo/references, moderate NSFW scene (involves: degradation, dom/sub, name calling, taunting), fwb

a/n: this was inspired by the visuals/vibe in a (I THINK?) luke blurb where reader comes to get luke hughes when hes drunk (I THINK?) and i cannot remember for the life of me who wrote it though i will scour for it and give credit where its due! (EDIT: its this johnny beecher blurb from the incredibly talented @lucafantilli pls go check it out and her writing in general!) this is obviously a college AU of current devils at the university of michigan so miles= miles wood, dawson= dawson mercer, john= john marino, and nico= nico hischier ofc ofc. the game referenced is actually from a wisco game from two seasons ago just a diff opponent lmao.

its a bit different than my normal/preferred writing style/voice but hopefully its still good! 🤞 enjoy!

italics are flashbacks

Y/N POV

Chaos is not how you choose to start your morning. Scratch that. It’s not how anyone chooses to start their morning. But you did choose to let Jack fall asleep next to you last night after he came over. And that is a choice you still don’t regret. Despite his choice to cause an absolute ruckus leaving for morning workout.

“Fuck Y/N where’s my hoodie?” Jack is frantically turning your bedroom on its head at a ripe 6:20am. You’re walking a fine line between helping/consoling him and telling him to shut the fuck up. God damn feelings makes it the former.

“Jacky hun, I’m literally wearing it, did you forget? Here, take it. Just grab me something else to wear from the dresser.” Cooing gently to try and calm the rancid energy in the room you cross your arms over your head and remove the Michigan emblazoned hoodie from your figure. You suppose you’re so comfortable around him, after he’s seen you naked so many times, that exposing your chest doesn’t give you pause. But it certainly gives Jack pause. His cheeks flush as he looks down at your breasts. He’s shy, as if he didn’t spend 10 minutes leaving marks on them last night. Seeing his reaction makes you blush, cause if he’s blushing shouldn’t you be too??

You raise a nervous arm to drape across your boobs, sheltering what you can from his beady gaze. The movement seems to bring reality back to the forefront of Jack’s mind. He sees you’re nervous now from his staring and feels a sinking in his chest; that’s the last thing he ever wants to make you feel. He clears his throat and spins on his heel toward your dresser. Fuck, he hopes he hasn’t made you insecure. He flings open a, frankly, unnecessary number of drawers until he finds some big t-shirts and picks one up. Jack, with corrected reaction and head held high now, treads over to you smiling softly. Instantly the fire on your face cools and you find enough confidence to hold his gaze. Gently he reaches for the hoodie and plucks it out of your tight grasp.

“Thank you, love. Here.” He drops the new shirt over your head, coaxing you to slide your arms through. It’s an intimate moment with him speaking so quietly and watching you with a renewed softness. Jack doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand against your cheek and lean down for a kiss. He holds you there for a moment and it feels all too domestic: your hockey player boyfriend leaving early in the morning for a workout, the soft touches and lingering stares. The claustrophobic feeling begins to rise, as much as you wish you could revel in the moment. You know it’s not real and you can’t convince yourself it is.

You break the kiss smiling at Jack to avoid suspicion of the strings you’ve attached yourself to him with. Jack smiles back, unaware of the ploy.

“Sorry umm sorry I fell asleep… well, no I mean I guess I’m more sorry for waking you up.” Jack stumbles over his own thoughts a little bit, revising as he goes. You don’t know whether to be brave or be safe. Given your heart’s armor is about as sturdy as some shitty copy paper right now, you decide to play it safe.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry. Have a good workout, yeah?” Your gaze stays strong though, pleading for him to hear what you’d really wanted to say: ‘You know you can always stay the night. I like having you here.’ He nods curtly and mumbles out an affirmation, leaning down to slip on his shoes.

You don’t think it’s in your friends with benefits description to walk him to the door at 6:30am, so you curl back up on your bed, dragging the covers over your body.

Jack grabs his phone from where you’d plugged it in to charge last night (grey area behavior too) and pats down his hoodie pocket checking he has everything. Satisfied, he moves toward your bedroom door waving shyly as he steps out. You both bounce soft “bye”s off each other, like tentative echoes searching for something.

To be fair, the friends with benefits description has already been… well, edited I guess you could say. What started out as unspoken “Only when Jack doesn’t have practice” and “No staying the night” became “Only when Jack doesn’t have games the next day” and “No staying the night unless there’s early workout/class in the morning.”

One thing that hadn’t been revised: “This stays between us.” Who decided that one, you don’t know but that was just some kind of stupid rule for all of these types of situations, right? Maybe that’s just what you told yourself to keep from getting attached. Ha, wishful thinking that was.

Jack had been intriguing from the beginning. That hard fuckboy almost exterior was alluring; he knew just what to say and how and when and what smile to give you and the eyes to make. He was pre-planned, meditated, and that was obvious from the girls you’d seen him hand pick from the bar crowd, say a few lines to, and take home. But never the same girl twice. He didn’t really know you and never hand picked you from any of those aforementioned crowds but the fates had it in store for you regardless.

The stupidest trope really. Dumb jock has shitty grades. Prof targets smart punctual student to tutor him. A tale as old as time except you didn’t study at the library or the coffeeshop. No, from day one you invited Jack over to your place, thinking the environment of the library was much too sterile, not very helpful for making a struggling student feel comfortable. But it didn’t quite go how it normally does. He didn’t jump your bones the first time he came over. You didn’t fall into bed with him in a lustful craze and subsequently madly in love with the boy. Not even close.

He was nervous, quite painfully so the first few times. Whether it was the vulnerable environment getting tutored for a class you really shouldn’t be failing, knowing his cocky attitude or athlete title wouldn’t make a difference here, or how taken aback he was at how pretty you really were up close, the first three weeks were professional and timely. Only when you suggested he come over early for some coffee before starting studying and only after you offered he stay for some of the take out that had been delivered to you while he was there, did he start to relax. And even then, it was another two weeks before you texted outside of just arranging study times. For as methodical a pick up artist he seemed to be, this situation was clearly more of a tortoise over the hare type of deal.

In those stolen moments before and after studying, you slowly grew together and from strength to strength. He told you about his family when you shared details about your shitty highschool friends and he remembered that you were always most hangry on Wednesdays since you had kickboxing right before tutoring. It was natural really the way he started dropping his book down on the same side of the table right next to you rather than across, and how he would push your hair behind your ear when you were explaining something hunched over the textbook. It was so natural how you started to grab his bicep more when praising him for doing something right and how you would sit so close on the couch together afterwards that hushed whispers were the loudest you needed to speak. In fact, you’ll be damned if you actually remember the exact moment you went from friends to something more, the transition so seamless you don’t have a memory of the first time you kissed.

But eventually you did start to end up in bed together. Whether after your study session or maybe as a tiny break in between chapters or maybe “we just don’t even need to study because you seemed like you understood things well enough when you were here well… yesterday.”

“So I mean basically all this problem is about is supply and demand. There’s a lot of red herrings here that they’re trying to distract you with. Can you tell me what the product is and the initial supply and demand relationship? Before the market change?” You’re busy looking over the word problem trying to figure out how to step Jack through it next. But he’s taking an unusually long time to answer your question. You turn to look at him. Jack seems lost, but about what you’re not sure.

“Isn’t that a fish? A red herring?” He asks. You can’t help but sigh that THAT is all he decided to selectively hear from your initial question.

“Yes, Hughesy, but it’s also an expression that means a piece of information that is distracting from the main point. Kind of like what you’re doing right now.” The second part you mutter under your breath though and turn back to the book. More silence.

“...I’ve caught a tuna once, y'know.”

“Jack! Focus!” Your chastising facade is easily disintegrated by an accompanying giggle. Jack looks satisfied, a little grin on his face that matches yours. Always the class clown. He’s more than happy he got you to smile and stop your tutor act. Though he doesn’t like how you sigh in slight frustration while setting your pencil down. He reaches a hand out to touch your thigh. The gesture makes you shiver.

“Hey I’m sorry. I think I understand it already though, there was a really similar practice problem I did before hockey today.” His soothing tone is matched by the gentle movements of his thumb on your skin. It takes you a moment to really hear what he said but then you smile.

“You did practice problems today? Before practice? Without me assigning them to you?” You’re almost bashful when you ask, finally catching him in a moment of softness that you adored so much. It doesn’t go unnoticed by a blushing Jack either.

“Yeah I did. I don’t wanna look totally stupid when we study y’know.” It’s sassy as always. You can hear the vulnerability though, you know him too well now. His expression morphs into more of a smirk, one side of his lips pinned higher up than the other. Jack reaches out his unoccupied hand to toy with a piece of your hair before slipping it behind your ear. “Was also hoping we could spend some time doing something else if I already understood the chapter.” His voice is a few steps lower and his eyes have already drawn more hooded as he looks you over. He’s trying to find the answer in your eyes. You fight an inner battle between what’s in your pants and what’s in your head.

On one hand the past couple days of fooling around had been amazing but rationally you know this can’t end up being good for your tutoring situation. So do you give up or give in? As much as you wish the personal turmoil to be more prolonged, you think you already made up your mind how today would end when you first let Jack into your apartment looking so good in that backwards hat and flannel combo. You want him. He’s only empowering you with the way he’s running his hungry eyes over you. Fuck it. Professional tutoring and casual sex could both coexist right? Even so, you know the clench in your heart wasn’t from nerves but a clairvoyant reaction to how knotted this web would end up.

In an attempt to stamp down the thought, you surge forward to kiss Jack. He’s ready to meet your lips, catching you in a soft but intent kiss. It’s only an extended moment before you pull away. His lips chase yours and the smirk that used to be on his face is now transferred to yours. You stand up.

“You coming?” It’s a rhetorical question tossed over your shoulder on your way to your bedroom. No chance in hell he wouldn’t follow.

“Not right now Y/N geez. I can last at least 20 minutes, you know that.” Jack is quick to joke, wrapping his arms around you from behind and waddling as a pair toward your room.

“Eww Hughes, I hate you.” You can’t help but laugh. His lips find their way to your neck and you can feel his smile.

“Shh I bet you won’t be saying that in 19 minutes and 55 seconds, pretty.”

Jack was so gentle, he took his time to learn your body and constantly praise you for being so good for him. And after he learned you, you learned him, how he was rougher after games and always enjoyed a sneaky bout of morning sex. You never bothered to ask if he was seeing other girls too and frankly didn’t want to pain yourself with the thought. While Jack was with you, he was yours and that was enough.

Things were sticky from the get go. He’d always linger to ensure some pillow talk and maybe make you giggle a few times before he felt truly satiated. There were even times he’d come over after a tough loss and just follow you into the shower where you’d wash his body and let him hold you tenderly as long as he needed. Jack would bring you coffee when he knew you’d had an 8am and ask about how your sibling was doing. If you were really honest with yourself, you’d felt those butterflies and that childlike glee to just be in his company from that third week when you’d asked him to come early for coffee. Call it self destruction but knowing you could have him like this, however, taboo and hush hush it is, is better than what you were before when he didn’t even know you existed and what you might’ve been if he’d picked you as just another one of his conquests.

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Jack's POV

The boys are already raging by the time Jack rolls up with John and Dawson. ‘It’s a weekend tradition,’ they say, to have a house party whenever they don’t have a Saturday game, since those occasions are so sparse. Obviously in between these off weekends are normal parties but those are much more lowkey. Normally, he’d be down but they haven’t had one of these full on ragers in like a month and a lot has happened in the last month.

Jack really wishes you could be here, or that he didn’t have to be… your bed is so comfy. But it’s more than her god damn bed. From day one you never patronized him or made him feel stupid for not understanding fucking econ 102. You were entirely what Jack wasn’t looking for but desperately needed at just the right time. Some stability, a person separate from the rink. Trustworthy, someone who didn’t get to know him just for hockey. You’re smart and fuck… so gorgeous. It was really intimidating at first, trying to understand something he didn’t give a rat’s ass about while a pretty girl who didn’t know how pretty she was looked at him through her big glasses. After a while it wasn’t intimidating any more, just so god damn distracting. Always getting him coffee, doing things to make his life easier, hugging Jack so tight when he’d come and go.

If he was honest he’d been hoping to get into bed with you from like the second week, but he knew you weren’t that type of girl, the type he normally would take home for one night and one night only. He’d known you were different and he wanted that; he wanted you. And for more than just a single fuck. So he’d waited. You were so gentle with him and Jack swears it’d felt like he’d just smoked a whole j by myself when you kissed him finally. At least he thinks it was you that kissed him first… Maybe Jack had actually smoked a whole j before coming over, you made him so fucking nervous at first. Not anymore though. Now you just make him smile and laugh and feel warm.

He seems like a fucking simp which would be fine if he and you weren’t in the trenches of no man’s land right now. He doesn't really do this type of thing, the whole relationship thing. But he does want that with you, he just doesn't know how and he doesn't know if you want him too. Jack’s always worried you might see him as just his reputation. He’s worried you won’t be able to trust him not to hurt you. But you don’t hurt the people you love.

Every moment you’re not with him he feels like he’s looking for you (like right now) and that’s because time spent with you doing nothing is always better than time spent without you. Jack’s so fucking into you it hurts and drives him a little crazy but he’d rather stay in between than lose you completely.

“Holy fuck did you hear a word of that Hughes?” Nico shakes Jack’s shoulder and he knows he’s been caught in his daze. He tries to recover from looking like an absolute space cadet.

“Nah dude I’m never usually listening when you talk, haven’t you noticed?” This causes some chuckles and a punch to the shoulder from Nico, but he smiles at Jack anyway. “We getting some drinks here or what boys?” He asks, trying to push the conversation away from his la la land behavior. The group moves en masse toward the open bar that one of their other teammates set up. Jack doesn't escape the attention for long though.

“Haven’t seen you pick anyone up in a while? Something wrong with the little guy?” John chirps, giving Jack a crotch punch. Miles laughs so hard from over the shot glasses he spills some of the Tito’s he was pouring out.

“Fuck off John no. Just haven’t been feeling like a random fuck lately.” Jack scratches the back of his neck for once hating all the fucking eyes on him.

“Haven’t been feeling like it? Has hell frozen over?” Nico absolutely refuses to let it go. Jack doesn't even know what to say so he just turns and glares at him reaching for a filled shot glass. He tosses it back.

“Is this a fucking party or what boys? I’m not the only one drinking, am I?” The boys take the bait and soon Jack’s the least important of their thoughts as much as they’re the least important of his.

The arena is buzzing. Home game against MSU with 14 seconds left in the period. They’re tied 3-3. And he’s sweating his balls off. Absolutely gassed. Jack puts his hand up for Ian to throw him a towel, quickly popping his cage open and wiping off his forehead. Jack takes the opportunity to look over at the MSU bench. Their coach has a whiteboard out drawing up a play to score since they’ve got an o-zone faceoff. Coach Naurato just told them to break up whatever play MSU was planning. Very helpful.

Jack’s mind starts to wander a bit, wondering if you’re seated somewhere in the student section. He knows you come to games but didn’t ask about this one; he’d forgotten the last time you-- erm “hung out.”

The refs’ whistle luckily refocuses Jack’s mind back on the game. It’s go time. An icing meant he was back out there with the boys for this crucial moment. They had to stretch things to OT. No way was MSU scoring.

He takes his position at the edge of the circle, to the left of his tendie. As soon as the puck drops Jack feels like he’s in slow motion. He moves hard out on the point searching for a loose puck or being ready to pry one loose. MSU’s centerman raked the puck back but Jack gets to it first skating as fast as he fucking can out of the pile. He’s moving despite his screaming legs, the lactic acid being almost too much to bear.

He sees he’s got one of his liney’s to the left but has to get around the MSU defender first. Jack goes for a little chip play, which surprisingly gets around the d-man, despite his good gap. Jack’s in disbelief at this point, skating for his goddamn life; he could win this game for them.

The MSU goalie is being aggressive, creeping out of his crease to make himself bigger. But Jack’s still got his guy. A quick passing play and Jack re-receives the puck, psyching out the goalie just enough to find some space and sneak the puck in backdoor. Score.

Jack blacks out. Completely unsure what to do with himself, he starts frantically skating around the rim of the rink, arms up in the air as his teammates mob him against the glass. He’s fully screaming. He can feel the whole arena rumbling around him going absolutely nuts. Jack swears he’s never been happier than in this moment. They’ve won the game 4-3.

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He’s out of press as quickly as possible. It’s not very extensive for D1 hockey players but there were still a few questions for the game winning goal scorer. Jack is still pumped full of adrenaline, hands practically shaking he’s so hyped up. He can think of only one person he wants to see right now, elevated testosterone sending his brain into a primal state.

“I’m coming over.” He texts. He’s never been so forward before, but his dumb boy brain can only think about one thing. For a split second Jack considers sending a follow up to ease the pushiness but he decides against it, shoving his phone in his dress pants pocket and making haste toward your apartment.

He knocks at the door shifting impatiently, annoyed by an incessant itch he knows only you can scratch. You pull open the door and are suddenly standing in front of him; Michigan hoodie covering your frame and smooth legs exposed by a pair of sweatshorts. You seem a little shy unlike usual but still smile at Jack. Damn, has she always been this pretty? His lust works to heighten his senses.

Jack is swift, grabbing you and pulling you up around his waist. His hands fall greedily to your ass supporting you but also trying to relieve some of the tension in him by copping a feel. You’re feverish when you bring his lips to yours for a fiery kiss. There’s nothing innocent about it. His feet begin to move you both subconsciously toward your room as you make out with a fervor. The smell of your perfume swirls around him and fills his nose, fueling his lustful delirium further. You’re putty in his hands, arching generously into him, gasping wantonly for his kiss. Jack kisses you again and again even after breaking away until you can’t take anymore of the Dyonisian exchange.

“Please--” Your plea is clipped and breathy. You’re not even sure if at first you know exactly what you’re asking for. But Jack hears you. He feels the way your body is screaming, vibrating electrically at his display. It strokes his ego in just the way his caveman mind needed.

“Yeah? You need me baby? Saw me score and now you need me to fuck you?” Jack’s almost taunting, his voice a few steps lower than usual. You feel no shame in giving into his provocation. You nod hastily, begging with your eyes rather than your words. Jack smirks, setting you on the floor of your room before backing himself toward the bed. He sits down, hands going behind him so he can lean back on his arms. He looks so cocky but still so sexy. Jack raises his eyebrows looking you over from where you stand stiffly before him.

“Well? On your knees baby, show me you deserve to be fucked.” He spits, making no move to do any of the work. You stumble forward, dropping to the floor in front of him and reaching greedily for his belt buckle. “There’s my good girl. Gonna let me fuck your throat sweetheart?” It’s condescending but it makes your stomach flutter. You love when he’s dominant. You wrestle his belt buckle open, beginning to tug on his dress pants. When you look up at him with doe eyes, pleading for him to do as he pleases with you, you see his smug smile.

“Yeah ‘course you are. Always such a slut for me.”

It all gets a little blurry after that first shot. Suddenly, he doesn’t remember a damn thing. Until Jack sees you.

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Y/N POV

You think it’s part of your dream at first, the incessant buzzing. But it’s coming from a flower in the garden and that doesn’t seem quite right… it’s still another fews rings before you fully flutter your eyes open. Still in a daze from sleep inertia, you reach blindly for your phone, holding it to what you think is your ear, and answering the call.

“H-hello?” You croak out, coughing almost immediately. The response on the other line is slow and you nearly fall back asleep in the second it takes them to speak.

“Hi umm sorry is-- is this Y/N?” Even in your haze you know that it’s weird that someone who’s calling you at the ass crack of morning isn’t sure of the name of the person they’re calling. It’s then you manage to sit up and pull your phone away from your ear to look at the caller ID. ‘Jacky Hughes.’ You’re even more confused now, because that voice certainly isn’t Jack and how the fuck does someone have his phone and why the fuck are they calling you?

“Uhhhhh yeah but who are you? Why do you have Jack’s phone?” You ask. The response is quicker this time.

“Shit sorry-- fuck this is John I’m buddies with Jack. Ummm we’re at the hockey house right now having a party but Jack is wasted and he just-- he kept asking for Y/N. ‘Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, where is she? I miss her. I miss my girl. Why isn’t she here?’ Really sappy shit and I mean none of the boys knew he had a girl so we’re like ‘Jack what the fuck are you saying man’ and he won’t explain he just keeps going on and on blah blah about Y/N. So we grab his phone right, and go through his contacts and look for a ‘Y/N’ and ta da, you’re the only one in there so we figured it had to be you he was talking about. Anyway, can you come get him? He's, like, totally plastered right now.”

‘John’ as he calls himself, is “like totally plastered right now” also, based on that rambly explanation. But really you don’t need any more convincing to drop what you’re doing (more like weren’t doing) and go to pick up a drunk Jack.

“Yeah… yeah I’ll come now just uhh drop me a pin or something.” You barely wait for John to answer before ending the call to slip on some shoes, a hoodie, and grab your keys. As you lock your door on the way out, a text comes in with a location just like you asked for.

You’d never been to the hockey house before but fuck it wasn’t hard to miss at this hour. Pretty multi color lights can be seen changing color inside and while the noise wasn’t atrocious it was certainly obvious. You risk it with double parking despite your nagging anxiety as it’s 3am and you don’t have time to find legal parking. You begin to tread up toward the porch but don’t have to go too far before your night vision fixes on a scene that makes you smile.

Jack is sitting on the grass with his back against a tree mumbling incoherently, from the distance you’re at. There’s a few boys with him: some on the grass as well, one swinging on an epic rope swing tied from the tree and another just standing with his arms crossed. As you get closer you can make out Jack’s pouty face and loose limbs. The boy standing looks rather paternal as he monitors your toddler of a boyf-- erm.. friend. Thankfully, you don’t have to announce your presence as said paternal man notices you walking up.

“Hey are you uh-- Y/N was it?” He calls out. You nod but before you can speak Jack opens his big mouth just as you come to a stop in front of the group.

“Aww Y/N she’s so pretty y’know-- wait you said she was coming, where is she Nico?” You look to see if Jack’s just suddenly lost all competency but notice that his eyes are closed. Your fond smile is involuntary. By now the rest of the belligerent boys have noticed your presence and are prodding at Jack saying ‘bro she is here’ ‘you’re so stupid Hughes’ and ‘oh my god dude.’

“Shhhh my head hurts be quiet you dumb fucks.” Jack chastises through a rather endearing hiccup. You move directly in front of Jack now, sinking into a squat to be almost eye level with him. Well you would be if he’d open his fucking eyes.

“Hey Jacky…” You call gently, placing your hand over his knee. He shifts only slightly.

“Only Y/N calls me that.” Jack whines, a lilt of sadness to his voice. Some of the boys have started laughing, egging him on while Nico just swears under his breath. Jack’s childishness makes you giggle.

“Open your eyes dumbass.” You add now, squeezing his knee and giggling still. Jack furrows his brow and shakes his head side to side.

“Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still hear her voice.” You’re fully laughing now, heart bursting with affection for this drunken fool. The Greek chorus opens their big mouths some more, fully ragging on Jack now: ‘Are you fucking serious bro’ and ‘Hughesy you idiot.’

The wheels seem to start turning, granted at a glacial pace, from all the berating. Jack shakes his head and you pat his leg encouragingly, his pretty eyes finally opening. When your eyes meet, he gasps comically loud and breaks into a beaming grin. It makes you feel even weaker for him.

“Oh my god, Y/N!!” He lifts an arm and starts flinging his hand about trying to find your face, to touch part of your body. You think he wants to hold your cheek but you’d rather he didn’t slap you in the face in the process. Gently you pick up his hand and rest your face against it.

“Hi stud.” You murmur at him, and even though he’s so inebriated that he doesn’t have control of his limbs, his thumb somehow begins to stroke your cheek. His head lulls to the side like a love sick puppy and he marvels at you with his starry gaze. He fish mouths for a moment before finding his words.

“Is this a dream? Y’know I’m spinning so fucking bad right now I can see about three Y/N’s and that honestly sounds like fucking heaven to me. Must be a dream…” Jack mutters, almost to himself.

“Sorry to disappoint but I’m as real as that econ test you have on Monday Jacky. Glad to see you’re spending your weekend wisely.” The boys around you can’t help but chuckle at your rather mom-ish chirp. A few ‘gottems’ can be heard. Despite the roasting, it appears that Jack couldn’t care less. A delighted gasp leaves his lips and a sunshine-y smile rises on his lips.

“Oh my god it IS you! I told Nico I wanted you to come get me and here you are! Will you take me home? Home to your’s? John’s being mean and Dawson isn’t as pretty as you.” He pouts as he says all this, making your heart clench. Home, he said. Your place. You’re already nodding without realizing. And if you lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek, it’s involuntary too.

“Yeah hun let’s go. I’ve got Welch’s in the car and a Ziploc bag with your name on it.” Your fingers run through his hair to soothe him just how you’ve learned to when he’s sober. You think he makes a move to stand and get his feet under himself but that battle is short lived. His ass stays firmly planted on the ground.

“Geez Hughes here let’s go buddy. We got ya… yup there we go.” His friends are quick to claim limbs and hoist the 180 pound gentle giant off the dirt. You thank them and point out your car. Jack’s head lulls backwards so that he can still look at you even while he’s being carted off to your vehicle. The giddy smile doesn’t seem to leave his face.

“What are you guys?” The abruptness catches you off guard and shatters your daydreaming. You turn to find Nico, the most sober of the group and the ringleader it seems.

“Huh? Oh umm-- we… we hook up I guess. Yea…” You stutter badly but this is your first time talking about your situation with Jack out loud. It’ll have to do.

“Hook up... like... repeatedly? No, sorry, I mean like, he comes back to you or-- fuck I’m tryna say like he-- he doesn’t-- you’re not a fuck and chuck?” You’re at least grateful Nico is lacking some eloquence as well right now. Still, you’re unsure how to go on. You laugh awkwardly.

“No-- or wait I mean yeah? We’ve uhh yeah been hooking up for a couple months or three I think now. I was asked to tutor him in econ at the start of the semester.” Nico looks shocked but you watch as his face morphs in accordance with the wheels turning up top. He smiles all of a sudden.

“Well fuck me. He said he had a pretty study buddy so I guess that’s why he’s been so MIA. Probably should’ve put that one together sooner.” Nico laughs at his blatant idiocy. You smile and shrug not really knowing what to say. He hasn’t really said anything that you can respond to.

“He doesn’t even eat when he gets back most of the time. If he gets back at all obviously.” You blush at the implication as he continues to glue the pieces together in his head.

“Yeah we usually cook together or order something.” Your admittance is bashful. You kick some rocks with your shoes as you continue walking behind the carrying party toward your car.

“Wow. I’m shocked really. I mean I’ve never seen him or heard of him spending this much time with a girl before. You must be special.”

You must be special.

It’s what you’ve been wanting to hear for months now, just from the wrong person.

“Y/NNNNN!” Jack whines from the passenger's seat of your car where he’s been deposited haphazardly, albeit in one piece. You roll your eyes affectionately, walking around towards him.

“Thanks boys. ‘Preciate it.” You smile at the group, shifting your weight awkwardly between both feet. John breaks the silence.

“Tell him to bring you around sometime. We wanna meet you for real. Seems like he really likes you.”

Seems like he really likes you.

“Sure thing. Thanks again.” You smile and offer a small laugh and wave. Quickly you look down to your boy-- no, Jack, and see him staring at you.

“I told them that.” He mumbles drowsily.

“Told ‘em what bub?” You ask leaning over him to buckle his seatbelt and push all arms and legs inside the vehicle.

“That I really like you.”

I really like you.

You pause for a moment, looking him over warily, heart fluttering. He’s smiling at you just as genuinely as he normally would when sober. It’s calming for the moment and inclines you to believe him even in his drunken state. Despite how desperately you want him to sober up so you can hear the real truth, your nervous stomach accepts his admittance for the time being. You smile back at him and bend to kiss him on the lips. It’s just a peck but satiates the boy fully. He giggles gleefully when you pull away and meet his eyes again.

“Alright Jacky hun, let’s get you home.”

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After waking up at 2 in the morning to collect a 5'11” drunken idiot, you’d think he’d have the decency to let you sleep in. Wishful thinking apparently.

“Y/N… Y/N! Wake up please!” Though Jack’s being gentle he’s still shaking you awake, a rather jarring way to come around. You groan loudly, letting him know how exasperated you’re feeling. Your hands reach blindly to push him away from you. Jack’s even more stubborn than you are though. “Please baby, I needa talk to you.” He’s gentler this time, leaning down to kiss your neck and rub at your side. The coaxing works wonders in getting you to peak an eye open.

Jack looks adorable really. Soft hair flopping into his face and some dark blue bags under his eyes. He’s wearing a soft smile and the look in his eyes is one of adoration. It almost melts away your annoyance. Almost.

“Jacky, what do you want? Are you still drunk? Why the fuck did you wake me up?” You whine. He just continues to look at you gently. He bends to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Hi gorgeous, I’m sorry. I-- I had to wake you up because well I blacked out last night which you obviously saw, but I woke up from my blackout when you were sitting in front of me smiling and telling me I was an idiot for not studying for our econ test. And I couldn’t wait another hour or more for you to wake up. I needed to tell you now that-- that I remember what I said and it was true. I like you, I really do. I’m so fucking into you it’s a little stupid and I’m tired of all this in between bullshit. I’ve wanted to be with you from like the second week we studied together and I don’t just wanna have sex anymore-- I mean don’t get me wrong it’s great and I would very much like to continue having sex with you but umm what I mean is I wanna introduce you to my friends and brag about you to them. About how my girl is so smart and funny and sexy and that she makes me laugh and fuck I’d ditch boys night for you because I like you that much. You make me feel so happy and safe. I love being around you no matter what we’re doing and I want you to be around me all the time. And I think I know that I’m not one sided in feeling this because I don’t think anyone could endure the pain of being so close to a couple but not actually being official unless they would give up the world for that person and well… I would, I would give up the world for you and I hope that-- okay well that’s a lot to ask that you’d give up the world for me back but I hope that you at least like me too. Please tell me you do cause I’m so into you babe and I want it all with you. Late nights and early mornings… the fights and the love… the future. I’m not scared of losing you from saying how I feel because I’ve been yours for months now, so what’d you say? Be mine?”

It’s almost too much all at once. You’re so tired and delirious and here’s this soft looking boy holding you in bed under the sheets, fingers dancing along your waist while he stares into your eyes and bares his soul to you. He had you at ‘I like you’ because it’s all you’ve been wanting to hear for months. Everything else was just sweet fluff that you more than loved but didn’t even need to hear make your decision. He says he’s been yours for months now but what he doesn’t realize is you’ve been his for just as long. And yeah, you’d give up the world for him too. All there’s left to say is yes.

You giggle at him pulling him down for a soft kiss. It’s a vessel for your emotion. An outpouring of love and devotion. You want him to feel that your actions mirror his words.

“Of course, Jack. I’m yours if you’re mine.” He beams down at you, smiling so wholly you think his face might get permanently stuck like that. He buries his face in your neck kissing you there.

“Thank god.” He sighs. “I know I sounded all confident but I was still kinda shitting it that I might’ve had it all wrong there.”

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How do you come up with so many intricate plots and characters? They seem so… human? I’m very surprised you don’t read much! I guess what I’m asking is, what’s your creative process? Do you take inspiration from aspects of yourself, or is it more of a form of escapism? When you write your plots, do you imagine yourself as the character, the audience, or both?

Another thing that truly amazes me and makes your channel stand out a lot is the way you give the listener a voice. It feels like each listener is so different and unique, and *actually* interacts with the character. It also feels like you’re never spoon feeding us information? All the questions do get answered, but it’s different style imo. Usually, in most ASMR RPs I’ve heard, the speaker will repeat what you said verbatim, (eg. “You think XXX?”, or “You want me to XXX?”), and the frequency at which these types of phrases are used makes it *seem* like a RP. Of course, it’s a challenging medium - the audience needs to know whats going on somehow, but you manage to achieve the same in a much more subtle way. It makes me wonder how long you spend planning out your content haha.

Final question, do you prefer to type or handwrite your plans, scripts, etc? I’ve always preferred planning on paper, even though it’s a bit impractical haha. Also, would you mind showing us your handwriting? I think it says a lot about a person! There’s the stereotype that people usually have a certain handwriting that corresponds to their major/occupation, and if I remember correctly, I think you studied film? I’m just curious hehe. No pressure, of course!

Sorry for sending you an essay, I hope you have a restful and comfy Friday!

Thank you!

Honestly, I don't know how I do it myself considering my memory is absolute shit! Though I don't read much, I learn about characters through other mediums such as television shows and movies. I'll try and break this down for ease of reading!

~My Creative Process~

When making a character or series, it all depends on where my initial inspiration began. For example, with Niall, I wanted to create an M4M series exploring a character who carries trauma of being forcibly outed, betrayed by someone he confided in, and how those events affected him through his adult life. The core of Niall's story was confronting fears that manifested due to the Listener's actions in school, and finding that there was a way to heal, albeit slowly, and a hope to love despite external animosity. Niall exists because I wanted to tell a particular story.

With Zaros, he first came about because of The Noble Trials plot. I knew that he would be different from other characters, so I'm using this series as a means of testing my skill with a new editing style, story format, and new world setting. Although it's more work, I have the most fun with The Noble Trials and making its lore (though I'm always a sucker for that)!

I go into creating characters with the belief that they are all extremely flawed. Whether that be by nature or nurture, there will inevitably be some slew of events in their pasts that shaped the way they act in the current timeline. This also extends to the Listeners so they aren't rigid, boring, and an empty shell. Characters can clash, but they can also change with and for each other. A good example is Isaac's story. He was scarred by his past, and was willing to confine Pickle in the house if it meant not losing someone he cared for again. Pickle was also scarred with abandonment and instability, wondering if they would ever find a home. Isaac gave them a place to belong, and Pickle gave him consolation and courage to face the unknown.

When I write, the character's actions must reflect the backstory in which they were crafted, so I always need to dive into their heads.

~Listener Dialogue~

This requires much more thought to make interactions seem authentic, but there's a fine line between repeating words verbatim and not alluding to any sort of context. I dislike repeating the Listener's words so I try to indirectly insinuate what they were saying whenever possible. If I can do so with SFX alone, that's a bonus! But when scenes contain heavy dialogue, it can be difficult to get the message across without being heavy-handed with repetition, unless that's the purpose of a specific moment.

~Handwriting vs Typing~

I always handwrite my outlines! On some occasions, I can start and finish a script without the help of one, but my workflow tends to include writing an outline of some kind, and it has to be done on paper! I feel like the ideas manifest quicker that way.

However, I always type my scripts. It's much easier to edit, share with other voice actors, and there's a level of professionalism in formatting that motivates me to write more!

Here is an example of my writing. This screenshot was part of a Twitch stream!

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 9 days

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Now it's your turn :))

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

orchid ⇢ Oh gosh, I love sooooo many songs. A song I consider to be perfect... idk. I'll have to say Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey because it's my current obsession lol.

cactus ⇢ The Philosophy of Love. It's so cool. The Biblical Philosophy of Desire and Knowledge, Plato's Theory of Love and Becoming, The Medieval/Arabian concept of Courtly Love. They are all sooooo cool and sooooo fascinating and I love them all dearly.

bamboo ⇢ I go to school at home so I never really leave. And when I do leave to go somewhere on the weekend or such, I take a shower when I come home.

abelia ⇢ Not really, aside from this sterling silver cross necklace I got for my birthday last year. It's really cool and I love it hehehe

daffodil ⇢ So I have 3, all sisters. I don't really think i'm that similar to my older sister. Aside from sharing the same father, we're pretty different. With my two younger sisters, I look like the older of the two, however I'm nicer like the younger one.

mahonia ⇢ I try to take inspiration from literally everything. So... anything you can imagine lol. Whenever inspriation hits me I just start talking out loud. Usually it becomes a line for a poem. And i just recite that line out loud over and over until i get more lines. And then repeat. Usually i end up with a couple stanzas, constantly editing and revising in my mind the entire time until it's perfect. Or, near perfect as it can get.

chia ⇢ Me and my baby sister (she's 8 but always the baby) will constantly recite Benedick and Beatrice's lines to each other. Especially their first conversation in the play. Much Ado About Nothing is soooooo good loll. And then with @jordie-is-definitely-sane, we have incest is wincest lol. Because I love traumatizing her hehehe

sage ⇢ haha. I can't choose either. How could anyone??? I'm an aspiring actor, poet, and author, so obviously my favorites are theatre, poetry and prose fiction. But also music, paintings, sculpting, dance, et cetera all have such splendid things to offer as well. And i would love to learn how to do them all! They're all art and they all touch somewhere hands can't: into the deepest most inner part of your being. How one can say which is individually more touching? I can't fathom.

edelweiss ⇢ It's just my name + is definitely sane. Which is definitely a lie lol. My older one's were a lot more interesting but because of that i also constantly changed them lol. This one's more basic, but i'm never changing it

camellia ⇢ I'm not sure. I was happier as a kid, I used to run around more and talk more and I had a lot more friends irl. Now? I don't really know how to hold a conversation (T-T), I definitely talk less (not because i have less to say tho lol. Trust me I could talk for hours and I do when i'm alone), I definitely don't run around as much. Tho i'm not as sad about that last one. I have started dancing in the rain again like I used to so that's good :). I still read and write, in fact I do both of those even more then when i was younger. I still find beauty in everything. I still have an incredibly idealized view of nature and childhood. I still have a deep sense of needing to be myself (who that is? idk. but i need to find it) I think deep down I'm the same person. Just, kind of mellowed. I can't think of childhood and growing up without think of Trenton Lee Stewart's Riddle of Ages; he says that he doesn’t believe we become different people as we age. No, he says he believes that we become more people. We’re still the kids we were, but we’re also the people who’ve lived all the different ages since that time. And I think that's a beautiful sentiment.

jasmine ⇢ No. Absolutely not. If I loved it, im going to watch/reread it a thousand more times.

ivy ⇢ Body language, eyes, mouth, tone, the language they use (are they talking differently then usual), hands, etc.

chamomile ⇢ Books, chocolates, sweaters/hoodies, necklaces and bracelets (i love expensive shiny stuff but also that homey handmade stuff. I eat it up), MONEY$$$$$ lol. But like seriously.

aloe vera ⇢ I just want to know and be known. Which, though it sounds really mundane to others, I think is actually one of the most special, transcendental and divine things one can do in life (can you tell I've been studying the philosophy of love lol?). I genuinely believe in the Avicenna's concept of the ennobling power of love. With all of my heart.

palm tree ⇢ I mean... I can't really think of one? I love the Percy Jackson series and I love Luke so, i guess him? I have strong thoughts about him (bbg hates the West so much but is such a western tragic hero lol), he's so fascinating as a character and even moreso as a concept lol

nutmeg ⇢ My rooms pretty basic so no lol.

papyrus ⇢ I don't have one T-T. So i just picked a random song: ICU by Coco Jones. I associate it with @mera-mann-kehne-laga. No context.

taro ⇢ I'd probably tell them that I'm writing poetry, I'm working on 2 books, and that I scored a 28 on the ACT. I'm very bad at conversation so I probably just let them talk and listen to them, ask them questions to prod them, etc.

Thank you for the ask @memory-the-unconscious <333

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here’s the NYtimes interview with alan alda reflecting on the fiftieth anniversary of M*A*S*H (text below the cut)!!

By Saul Austerlitz Published Sept. 16, 2022 Updated Sept. 17, 2022, 1:10 p.m. ET

When we think of the default mode of much of contemporary television — mingling the tragic and the offhand, broad comedy and pinpoint sentiment — we are thinking of a precise mixture of styles, emotions and textures first alchemized by “M*A*S*H.”

Created by Larry Gelbart and Gene Reynolds, “M*A*S*H” aired on CBS from 1972 to 1983. (It is currently available to stream on Hulu.) Over the course of its 11-year run, it featured alcohol-fueled high jinks and other shenanigans alongside graphic surgical sequences and portrayals of grief, blending comedy and drama in a fashion rarely seen before on television. Set among the doctors and nurses of a Korean War mobile surgical unit, “M*A*S*H” made use of the mockumentary episode decades before “The Office” ever tried it, featured blood-drenched story lines long before “The Sopranos” and killed off beloved characters without warning well before “Game of Thrones.”

The “M*A*S*H” series finale, titled “Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen,” remains the most-watched non-Super Bowl program ever broadcast on American TV. The heart of the series was Alan Alda, who played the acerbic and devoted surgeon Hawkeye Pierce throughout the show’s more than 250 episodes and also wrote and directed dozens of them.

The actor revisited “M*A*S*H” in a video interview ahead of the show’s 50th anniversary, on Sept. 17. Alda, 86, who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease in 2015, discussed famous scenes, the series’s battles with CBS (“They didn’t even want us to show blood at the beginning”) and why he thinks the audience connected so deeply with “M*A*S*H.” These are edited excerpts from the conversation.

How have you been feeling?

Good, thank you. You mean with regard to Parkinson’s or the Covid or what?

All of the above, I suppose.

Parkinson’s I’m on top of. And I haven’t come down with Covid yet.

What does it mean to you to know that people are still interested in “M*A*S*H” 50 years later?

I got the script submitted to me when I was making a movie in the Utah State Prison. And it was the best script I had seen since I’d been in prison. I called my wife and I said: “This is a terrific script, but I don’t see how I can do it. Because we live in New Jersey, and it has to be shot in L.A. And who knows? It could run a whole year.” To go from that to 50 years later, it’s still getting, not only attention but it’s still getting an audience, is a surprise.

What kinds of conversations did you have with Larry Gelbart before the show began?

With “All in the Family,” I think the door was open to doing stories about things that really mattered. So when I got out of prison and went down to L.A. to talk to them, the night before we started rehearsing the pilot, I wanted us all to agree that we wouldn’t just have high jinks at the front. That it would take seriously what these people were going through. The wounded, the dead. You can’t just say it’s all a party. And we talked until about 1 in the morning at a coffee shop in Beverly Hills.

Do you feel there was a shift over the first season away from the booze-fueled humor of the early episodes?

Yeah, there was. Partly because people who were submitting story lines thought that that’s what was wanted. Larry Gelbart rewrote most of the shows the first season. Midway through the first season, there was a show called “Sometimes You Hear the Bullet,” and that was a real turning point. Because in that show, a friend of Hawkeye’s shows up among the wounded, and he dies on the operating table. That’s the moment where McLean Stevenson [as Lt. Col. Henry Blake] says: “There’s two rules in war: Young men die, and then Rule 2 is there’s nothing you can do about it.” Something like that. [The exact quote: “There are certain rules about a war. And rule No. 1 is young men die. And rule No. 2 is, doctors can’t change rule No. 1.”]

The network was furious about this. Some guy in charge of programming said, “What is this, a situation tragedy?” Soon after that, we were getting more popular. And the more popular you get, the less they complain.

Was CBS also concerned about the language used to tell these stories?

The most striking example to me was early in the series. Radar [Gary Burghoff] is explaining to somebody that he’s unfamiliar with something. And he said, “I’m a virgin at that, sir.” With no sexual context. It was just that he’d never done something before. And the CBS censor said: “You can’t say the word ‘virgin.’ That’s forbidden.” So the next week, Gelbart wrote a little scene that had nothing to do with anything. A patient is being carried through on a stretcher. And I say, “Where you from, son?” And he says, “The Virgin Islands, sir.”

Early in the show’s run, Gelbart and Reynolds went to South Korea and recorded 22 hours of interviews with doctors, nurses, pilots and orderlies there. How did those interviews make their way into story lines for the show?

We had reams of transcripts of those conversations. I would go through them looking for ideas for stories. And I could see that the other writers were doing the same thing, because there’d be circles around sentences and words. Sometimes one little phrase would spark the imagination of one of us, and that phrase could turn into a story.

Larry and Gene went to Korea at the end of the second season, and they got a lot of material for stories. But they had also found that we had, by paying attention to the lives that they lived, we had made up stories that were very similar to things that had actually happened.

People may not remember that you directed 32 episodes of “M*A*S*H” and wrote 19 episodes. How did you start getting interested in writing and directing?

At the end of the first season, I wrote a show called “The Longjohn Flap.” I borrowed the idea of “La Ronde,” but made it long johns instead because it was reflective of what their lives were like in the cold. I had been trying to learn writing since I was 8 years old. I wanted to be a writer before I wanted to be an actor.

Were there story lines that you thought “M*A*S*H” hadn’t quite tackled yet that you wanted to bring into the world of the show as a writer and director?

When I wrote, I tried to find out a little bit more about each of the characters. Who is Klinger [Jamie Farr] really? What was underneath — I almost said, what was underneath the dresses. [Laughs.] What was underneath the wearing of the dresses? Who was Margaret [Loretta Swit]?

I see on the internet that people assumed that because I was politically active, trying to get the Equal Rights Amendment passed, that in my writing I was trying to make political points, too. And I wasn’t. I really don’t like writing that passes as entertainment when it’s really propaganda. I want to hear a human story.

The unexpected death of Colonel Blake (McLean Stevenson) in the Season 3 finale, “Abyssinia, Henry,” remains one of the biggest surprises in television history. What was it like to shoot that sequence?

Gelbart showed me the scene. I think [it was] the morning of the shoot. I knew, but nobody else knew. He wanted to get everybody’s first-time reactions. And it really affected Gary Burghoff on camera. I think everybody was grateful for the shock.

It shocked the audience, too. I had a letter from a man who complained that he had to console his 10-year-old son who was sobbing. But it was one of the ways for the adults in the audience to realize that another aspect of war is that things happen that you don’t expect.

Was there ever a point when you got tired of fighting the Korean War on TV? The old joke is the show lasted almost four times as long as the actual war.

Around a year before we finally ended it, I felt we were getting toward the end of our ability to be fresh every week. I started suggesting that we do a final movie-length episode that really could end it. First of all, we were getting too old to play these people. And after you tell stories about a group of people 250 times, it’s hard not to repeat yourself or say things that sound like they’re supposed to be funny but aren’t really.

What did it mean to you to have Hawkeye leave Korea scarred by the death of a child in the final episode?

You just described exactly what I wanted to do with all the characters on the show. I was looking for stories, each in a different way, that showed how everybody left the war with a wound of some kind. Everybody had something taken from them. And Hawkeye was just one of them.

Earlier in your career, you had been on another great military comedy, “The Phil Silvers Show,” also known as “Sergeant Bilko.” What did you learn about acting from your pre-“M*A*S*H” TV work?

The first thing I learned on the “Bilko” show was you have to know your lines before you go in for the day’s work. I had come from the stage, where I would learn my lines during rehearsal. And the first thing they did is say, “OK, you’re up for your phone conversation,” where it’s a page of dialogue. It was an eye-opening experience. [Laughs.] I staggered through that.

Why do you think the audience connected so deeply with “M*A*S*H”?

Aside from really good writing and good acting and good directing, the element that really sinks in with an audience is that, as frivolous as some of the stories are, underneath it is an awareness that real people lived through these experiences, and that we tried to respect what they went through. I think that seeps into the unconscious of the audience.

They didn’t even want us to show blood at the beginning. In the pilot, the operating room was lit by a red light, so you couldn’t tell what was blood and what wasn’t. Which, once we got picked up, was ditched.

And giving us a feel for the circumstances that the real people had to go through, so that you could see that the crazy behavior wasn’t just to be funny. It was a way of separating yourself for a moment from the nastiness.

You can’t get as harsh as it really was.

Correction: Sept. 16, 2022 An earlier version of this article described in error the viewership statistics for the series finale of “M*A*S*H.” It was the most-watched non-Super Bowl program ever broadcast on American television, in terms of total audience, not the highest-rated non-Super Bowl program. A rating refers to the percentage of TV households that watch a program. The “M*A*S*H” finale remains the highest-rated program, of any kind, ever broadcast on American television.

#mash #alan alda #M*A*S*H #tv: mash #happy reading!

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Questions to Ask Before Signing With a Literary Agent

Getting published might be your dream, but meeting with a literary agent is more like a job interview. You’ll be professional partners. They should prioritize your vision for your manuscript while guiding you on the best path to bookstore shelves.

If you get to meet with a potential agent for your next book, consider asking these questions to ensure that you’ll work well together.

What Did You Like About My Manuscript?

The agent’s answers will reveal what they’re most interested in working on. You’ll also learn what they consider to be your strengths as a writer.

If they’re interested in your story for reasons other than its intended purpose or your vision, you’ll prevent yourself from signing a contract based on a misunderstanding.

Do You Want a One-Time Client or a Long-Term Writer?

Literary agents are very busy.

The average literary agent makes $37,482 per year and given that most of the big publishers headquarter in New York City or L.A. where the average cost of living requires $63,600 annually in NYC and $30,640 for L.A. rent alone each year, it’s understandable that many agents do their agenting work alongside a full-time job.

Some will only have the time and energy for a one-time client who has a stand-alone project ready to go. Others may have more time in their schedule to commit to a long-term working relationship with a writer.

If you’re interested in turning your manuscript into a series, exploring other genres, or have ideas for future projects, the answer to this question is crucial.

Why Did You Become a Literary Agent?

It’s important to get to know someone before working with them. This is a standard question for anyone in a job interview. You deserve an agent who’s passionate about helping authors, especially first-time authors if you’ve never been published before.

How Long Have You Been an Agent?

A new literary agent could have gained the experience to become great in their own agency by working with other agents at a publishing house for years. Others may have a law degree, but little real-world experience yet.

What you do with the answer to this question is up to you. The new lit agent could be the best person for your book because they have the energy, focus, drive and passion to help you succeed. But you might also benefit from having a more experienced agent if your manuscript will be tricky to sell. (More on that below.)

What Did You Love about the Books You Sold Recently?

You should already know the agent’s latest sold books based on the query research that made them a good person to query. However, looking at a list of titles is different than hearing why the agent cared about those manuscripts in the first place. It shows part of their character and their interests, which may or may not fully line up with your hopes for our writing future.

What’s Your Communication Style like throughout the Publishing Process?

Some agents are very hands-on during the publishing process and some prefer to send occasional updates so you don’t get weighed down by details you don’t understand.

Again, how you react to the agent’s answer is up to you. There are tons of reasons why you may or may not want a hands-on agent, just like there are tons of reasons why agents might keep you posted for the most important info. They can explain a bit more after answering your initial question.

How Many Clients Are You Currently Representing?

Agents with a long list of clients might make enough from agenting that they can handle a big client team and still devote enough attention to be by your side through the publishing process. Others may only have a few clients because that’s the best balance for their work life and communication.

Having fewer clients doesn’t mean an agent is bad news. Don’t forget to follow up to this question if you want more information.

Are You Involved in the Editing Process?

Editors often take over when a manuscript needs work before publishers consider it or after a publisher signs on to sell it. Agents sometimes jump into the work with their clients if they have the time to do so.

Editing can take a while since broad developmental editing almost always happens before agents pitch a manuscript. How many people you want to communicate with throughout that process depends on your communication preferences and the agent’s editing expertise.

When Do You Believe My Book Will Go Out on Submission?

If your agent has read your full manuscript, they may have an idea of how much editing you’ll need to do. One agent who wants major changes could indicate that the process might take up to a year, while another could estimate three months of editing work in your future.

This also means they have different visions for your book’s final draft. You can talk more about that in detail after they estimate the editing time prior to submissions.

How Long Did the Submission Process Take for Your Other Clients?

Agents have to pitch manuscripts to publishing houses. It’s like the query process for writers, but for agents. They often know which houses are more likely to pick up specific stories based on their industry connections and previous sale experience too.

That being said, the submission process takes an average of 4–6 weeks. If the agent’s previous clients took longer or shorter than that, it’s important to know why. They may have been up against industry factors out of their control or could have learned better ways to sell books based on past mistakes that took longer than necessary.

Do You Think My Manuscript Will Be Challenging to Sell in Today’s Market?

Consider your history of reading. At different ages and stages of your life, you were likely into different genres and themes. The book industry as a whole also goes through stages.

Sometimes, a fantasy book about a high schooler and her vampire boyfriend makes everyone preorder the next YA vampire book they can find. Other times, all people want to read are bubblegum romance books with familiar plot formulas because the latest copies from the biggest romance writers have everyone swooning.

Books can also become more likely to sell if they involve a societal topic or challenge that everyone’s talking about.

It’ll be more challenging to sell books that don’t appeal to anything readers are currently buying en masse. Challenging—but not impossible. The best agent for your book will identify potential challenges and plan ways to navigate around them or spin them into something appealing to publishers.

They might also pitch editing ideas to tweak your story closer to what sells in a similar age group or genre. Whether or not you agree that those ideas align with what you envisioned for your book is up to you.

Do You Manage Subsidiary, Foreign, and Film Rights?

Subsidiary rights are the legal rights to every non-physical form of your book. A literary agent will know how to handle traditional book rights (rights concerning printing, manufacturing, and distribution), but also managing subsidiary rights makes them an even better advocate for you.

They’ll negotiate for your rights to do things like have a say in which publications gain excerpts from your book for PR purposes, who can make book-club editions, which company makes an audiobook, and how many languages your book gets translated into.

Foreign rights are the rights for a company to publish your book in its original language in countries where it wasn’t initially published. Related, there are translation rights that go with that too.

Film rights cover things like how much you and/or your publisher get paid when a company purchases the rights to turn your book into a movie. It doesn’t include the rights for the author to be involved in casting or screenplays (unless the author is already super big and/or has a hand in the film world).

Agents who can do all of these things reduce how many pieces of your profit pie you have to give to each person helping your book succeed. They also streamline who you trust with such big decisions.

What Happens if My Manuscript Doesn’t Sell?

Agents set their own time limits on trying to sell a manuscript based on factors like their own schedule, the market’s interest, how many publishers they’ve contacted, etc.

Some agents set a hard time limit and recommend writing another book if your initial one doesn’t sell. Unfortunately, they may not feel like the right representation for the new book if it’s wildly different from what you initially queried.

Others will try selling a manuscript for a few years. They might believe it will be a hit, but they need to wait for changes in the market or publishers to become available for work like yours.

There’s really no wrong answer to this question. It’s just good information to have, especially if you’re interviewing more than one agent before signing with anyone.

How Many Deals Have You Made in the Last Year and What Were the Figures?

You’ll know the publicly announced book deals the agent has made before you speak with them based on your query research. However, there may be other deals you don’t know about.

It’s also important to get the figures for each deal to estimate your potential book deal number. You should compare your standing to authors of similar standing that the agent recently helped get published.

If you’re a debut author comparing yourself to long-time authors with six-figure deals, you won’t have a similar experience unless you’re the one in a million who has an instant hit with your book sales.

What Are Our Next Steps after I Sign?

You’d typically ask this in a regular job interview to know if you need to go through other interviews or if you’ll get an employment contract.

After signing with your agent, they’ll lead you through the various steps to getting published. They’ll likely have personal revision suggestions, then want to submit your revised work to editors. Then the editing process begins.

Your agent should know your next general steps before you sign the contract. If you sign, they’ll get more specific with details like which editors they think will be a good fit for your work and when they can schedule meetings with you to go over their revision suggestions.

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Getting to this point with an agent at all is a huge success. So many writers never get published or even send a query letter. Congratulate yourself for getting this far and don’t be afraid to ask more questions than the ones I’ve listed here. More information will lead to a more informed decision when you decide to sign or not.

#writeblr #publishing advice #book publishing #getting published #writers of tumblr #writing advice

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Many months of paper review (Patreon)

#Doodles #For the record this is all on the same page lol #Basically a full year of going ''Oh this paper's so nice I wish I could use it'' lol #Unfortunately there was a pretty serious batch error that I didn't notice when I first picked it up :(#It's from my favourite brand so I was like ''Oh it'll be fine! I know I like this paper already!''#Always - check. Always check!#The lines were printed wobbly and askew (so not perpendicular) and there was a crease down the right side of most pages #It's still an absolute treat to work with but editing is a lot more difficult with those errors #So I thought I was just going to have to scrap more than half of a notebook! D:#(Since I'd already drawn on a few pages up to those batch errors)#But then came the Scratch Pages idea to save the day! Lol #I have gotten a lot of utility out of this notebook after all! I'm not as gentle or careful with it as my current-main notebook #I can be a little rougher and keep the guidelines or not colour since it's all intended to be cleaned up later anyhow :)#Although all the scratch comics are up on my Patreon currently lol - I got a lot of mileage out of the concept >:3c #Plus a few of them have ended up here after all lol - most things with lines lately have been from this notebook #I'm definitely going to be using this method going into the future too! In fact I have the next two notebooks picked out for testing :D #Since this one is only one page out from being completely finished ah :'D It's always bittersweet to put a notebook to rest <3 #I also like how you can watch my hair grow in real time lol #And my style change in small increments :D #It's always harder to tell with my chibis but it's there!

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Ok, so quick question fellow HH fans. What is Velvet supposed to be based off exactly, like her theme? Yes, I know she was a maid cosplayer in her earlier design but they kinda got rid of that.

Edit: I saw someone say she is a clown/jester which I think is pretty cool ngl.

Valentino is very clearly based off a moth with his fluff and wings and its obvious he is the porn overlord with his pimp fit. The moth theme is quite clever given how irl moths emit pheromones during sex to make it more inticing. His red and white color pallet gets this across as well.

Vox likewise has a tv head and Wi-Fi symbols, blatantly signalling what he has power over along with an electric themed color pallet. The more subtle shark theming with his lair and coat tail shape is a nod to the sin of greed given how shark demons come from the greed ring(helluva boss). His wardrobe being a parallel to Alastor (which I made a post about) and theming makes it clear what he is all about even if it’s nor 100% original (if it ain’t broke don’t fix it)

The character designs, despite all the bashing from haters of Vivzies art style get their point across which is the most important role of character design.

Velvet on the other hand, I am not so sure. If she is based off an animal, idk what she is. Looking at her upfront, you can get the idea that she is an edgy bitch. The only thing she kinda has to play into her social media stuff is the hearts on her vest(?) and the constantly changing hairstyle and scene kid outfit. If I had no prior info, I would think she was Valentinos evil assistant with the repeating heart theme or Val and Vox’s love child incarnate. She doesn’t give Social Media overlord on her own.

I did notice she had a line that is perpendicular to her lips that gives her a doll like appearance which could play into the social media perfection angle but nothing else from her current design seems to go along with this theme.

Now, I have my gripes with a certain genre of character redesigns(the ones who in bad faith trash the originals and try to “fix it” by making the exact same mistakes in their improved one) but if I had to redesign her, I would give her a clear theme.

You could lean into an ocean theme based off internet lingo like “surfing the net” and how the Envy ring in helluva boss is speculated to have a deep sea theme and be ruled over by leviathan(if you like the theory that sinner’s demon form takes inspo from the native born demons that originated from the ring of hell their corresponding vice they most indulged in their earthly life was.). Or perhaps a cat theme given how ubiquitous they are in the early internet, social media and memes.

Perhaps instead of hearts, Vivzie could of used thumbs up, which on social media is an almost universally understood symbol. Maybe more phone or app based iconagraphy(copyright free of course)

Maybe a color pallet that looks less like a blend of Vox and Val’s color pallet that could stand on its own. I think keeping red would be a good call given how vox and Val also have that color, which would unify them as a trio. She has a tendency to blend into the background given how her pallet is both muted(the reddish looking color) and neutral (white and grey)

Idk, I am not expert on this stuff but that’s just what I see.

#hazbin hotel velvette #yes I spelled her name wrong but I was half through this post and I way to lazy to fix it #hazbin hotel #the vees #character design #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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One Piece Space AU

In this AU, the Grand Line is now the Grand Line Galaxy. A particularly diverse and dangerous galaxy that draws in all kinds of adventurers. There are also tons of valuable resources here that catch the attention of the Enforcers. Enforcers are this AU’s version of marines. They claim to exist to maintain peace and order.

The Grand Line Galaxy is known for having streams flowing through it that can be used for traveling. These streams are made up of a clear liquid that resembles water but has a far lower freezing temperature and is also extremely toxic to anything that didn’t evolve to inhabit it.

There are two types of spaceships here. One is the more typical version that we see in sci-fi movies, the other is the kind of boat inspired spaceships like in the Treasure Planet movie.

The boat spaceships are considered ideal in the Grand Line because they can be used to sail on the stream, thus only needing fuel when they leave the stream to dock at a station or planet. This is not only much faster than the average spaceship, but is much more fuel efficient since it can just ride the current. The current is extremely fast, you do not want to fall off.

There are no devil fruits in this AU, just weird alien powers.

Fishman are pretty similar to how they usually are in this AU. They evolved in the Grand Line Stream so they can enter it freely. Biggest differences are that they’re larger and have more alien features.

Humans do exist in the space AU, but aren’t very common to see. Aliens have been snatching up humans for experiments/labor/pleasure for a long time, so it’s not unheard of to see them about. Some humans have been able to escape what they were sold into and have established human colonies.

The calm belt is made up of vapor from the streams and consists of dense storm-like clouds that cover the entire galaxy. Absolutely no technology functions while in the calm belt, only entirely hand operated mechanisms will be able to work. There are many large deep space creatures occupying the calm belt that will rip apart anything/anyone that is unfortunate enough to drift into it. The only “safe” entrance to the Grand Line Galaxy is where the streams first begin. If you’re in a regular spaceship, it’s pretty easy to slip in through the opening. If you’re in the boat spaceship and have to enter the stream, it’s much more tedious. Due to how fast the current is, one wrong move while entering it can easily slip over the ship and tear it to shreds.

The Straw Hats

Unfortunately as a writer, I cannot name things for the life of me. None of the alien species here are going to be named, but feel free to assign names to them if you feel like it. I am also going to be including Brook and Jinbei here even though I haven’t gotten to them yet. My interpretation are based entirely off spoilers I’ve seen and cold reading, I will probably come back later to tweak these after I get to them.

EDIT: Big thank you to @emtynessinmyworld for coming up with all the names for the alien species!

Both the Going Merry and the Thousand Sunny are the Treasure Planet style ships.

Luffy - Anaxdunamis

His species is known for its above average durability and strength. They can shrug off devastating blows like it's nothing and bounce back from it due their bodies being somewhat stretchy. If you pressed down on their skin, it would be tough, but have a little bit of give to it (like squeezing an eraser). Skin colors vary from orange, to pink, to red depending on the individual. Hair is very coarse and dark, it feels like a scrub brush. Their eyes are very dark, the pupils and irises are both pitch black and indistinguishable from each other (eyes do have whites). Carnivorous and have sharp teeth. Has four fingers on each hand. Relatively similar to humans in appearance in terms of anatomy. This species is considered ideal for being an Enforcer.

Luffy himself has a light pink skin color (looks like a bad sunburn). Despite being carnivorous, he eats all kinds of food regardless. Luffy’s abilities far surpass the average member of his species. His body has more give and can stretch far beyond what it should be able to do. Possible hybrid but no one has been able to confirm it or come up with what the other species would be.

Zoro - Dynamikopis

A very bulky bipedal mammalian species with quills all over their bodies and slight snouts. Densest on the back, but are present along the arms too. No hair, just quills pointed back on head. Skin is tan (like pre time skip Zoro). Omnivorous, mostly eats meat but can also eat other things. His species hibernates for a few months out of the year due to their home planet having extremely harsh winters. Has three fingers on each hand with claws. Eyes have vertical pupils and are various shades of green or brown (like alligator eyes).

Zoro’s quills are a deep forest green color, and his eyes are a light brown. While Zoro doesn’t do the whole hibernation thing done on his home planet, he naps a lot to make up for it. His body is designed to store fat so he’s prone to having a bit of a dad bod.

Nami

Human.

Nami was abducted along with many other humans as an infant. The ship she was on was intercepted by pirates. The battle was brutal and ended with both ships being destroyed. A passing Enforcer ship came by, and when Bellemere (also human) found only two intact stasis pods left with Nami and Nojiko in them, she took off with them back to her home colony because she knew other Enforcers might try and sell them off.

Usopp - Savrasynkalypsis

Reptilian based species. Have a horn right above the nose, males typically have longer horns for display purposes. No hair, just some crests that point downwards around the head. Experts in camouflage, skin can change color to blend in with anything. The base skin color varies a lot depending on the environment the individual grew up in. Like most lizards, they have tails that can be dropped, but they do grow back. Primarily insectivores but occasionally eat plant based foods. Eyes are like that of a gecko including not having eyelids. Hands and feet have five digits on each and resemble chameleon feet.

Usopp’s horn is considered excessively long even by his species’ standards. Always wears a rag on his head and goggles to help protect his eyes. Despite his species not having finger pads to help climb smooth surfaces, he could climb a greased pole if he was scared enough. Drops his tail a lot, it’s usually a nub.

Sanji - Taornis

An avian inspired species. Not completely covered in feathers, flesh is exposed on the hands and feet. There are display feathers at the base of the neck that flare up for mating purposes (like peacocks). Tons of variety in colors for each individual, no two look identical to each other. They can fly but only for short distances. No hair, but there are longer feathers on their head that resemble hair. Feet are flat, not like birds of prey or anything. Omnivores, are capable of eating all types of food. They eat food raw. Have beaks.

Sanji’s feathers are primarily blue with yellow and black highlights, beak is black. The display feathers on his neck have pink heart shapes on them. They flare up a lot. The longer feathers on his head are yellow and go down to his chin. These feathers typically stick up so this looks strange to others. Preens a lot, both with himself and any woman that will let him. His love for cooking is considered extremely odd by the rest of his species since they only eat raw food.

Chopper - Proteustarando

His species is known for consisting of the best shapeshifters in the universe. Their base forms resemble species of the cervidae family. The planet they’re from is bitterly cold, so they have thick, shaggy fur. Fur can be white, cream, light brown, or dark brown. All members have antlers regardless of gender. The antlers are very ornate and curly. Herbivores, but can eat other foods when they’re shapeshifting.

Chopper is an outcast because while he can shapeshift to an extent, the transformations all still strongly resemble his base form. Fur is light brown with a cream colored tuft around his throat. The antlers are still pretty short due to how young he is.

Robin - Makrovotiarachne

A species once known for their immaculate record keeping that is extremely long lived. Members of this species have six arms and four eyes. The eyes are on the face where you would expect them to be, with one pair directly under the other. Their “hair” consists of very fine tendrils that resemble jellyfish tentacles. They assist with storing memory and controlling their multitude of limbs. If you were to run your hand through the “hair” it would feel like running your hand over a TV that was just turned off. Skin is various shades of blue and purple. Five fingers on each hand. The species is officially labeled as extinct after Enforcers annihilated them hundreds of years ago.

Robin is the last of her kind. There was a small colony hiding on an inhospitable planet, but after Enforcers caught wind of them being there, they were all killed with the exception of Robin who managed to slip away via evacuation pod as a child. All she wants is to find the old records and spread their knowledge to out whatever it is that the Enforcers wanted to hide. Her skin is a light purple (lilac) and has blue eyes. Her tendrils are a dark midnight blue.

Franky

A cyborg, originally human.

He remembers very little about Earth due to being abducted at a young age (5), but does have some memories of it. Definitely romanticizes it a little. His stasis pod was dropped accidentally and eventually drifted and crashed on Water 7. After the train incident, his body needed to be entirely replaced with robotic parts, nothing but his brain still remains from the original body. His appearance is much more visibly robotic compared to his One Piece design, but is still very similar in terms of anatomy.

Brook

Human infected with a parasite.

Brook was a member of a fairly well established human colony made up of people who were able to escape whatever they escaped from. He was already an adult when he was abducted and worked as a music teacher. Before he could be sold off, a group of human vigilantes took over the ship and freed everyone on board. Brook would ultimately go on to join this crew of vigilantes. During a patrol, they were sucked into a black hole and left in a destitute corner of the Grand Line Galaxy. The ship was unable to work after the black hole encounter, so all the members began dying off as resources got lower. Brook happened to be the last one still alive when a parasite slipped on board and found him. The parasite infects its host by latching onto the soul and feeding off it. It won’t affect your behavior or memories, only forces you to stay alive. Once you’re infected, you become virtually immortal. Brook wanted to join his crewmates, so he tried to starve it out, not knowing that it fed off his soul and not his body. Since the parasite only needs the soul to thrive, it is willing to let the body rot away if the host doesn’t maintain it. Over time, Brook became nothing but bones, but there are some dark tendrils from the parasite visible along his body. Still has his hair somehow.

Jinbei

Still a fishman, not much really changed. He’s a bit bigger and has eight eyes instead of two.

This AU is going to be a lengthy multichapter series because I’ve put too much thought into this for it to only be a oneshot.

#one piece #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #luffy #one piece nami #nami #cat burglar nami #usopp #black leg sanji #sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #franky the cyborg #cyborg franky #brook #soul king brook #jinbei #space au

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I do collect Barbies! This genuinely isn’t me trying to brag or sound arrogant, but all of my 59 Barbies I currently have are collector/special/limited edition. I like them not because of their status, but because their clothing/quality was so well done. They’re from the late 90s to 2000s.

I’m not gonna list them all of course, but I think you’ll like these as a lot listed are historical/time period inspired outfits. Let me know though if you have different/more style preferences and I’ll try to find some to share with you again.

Barbie Cafe Society

Barbie Faberge Porcelain (3 in series)

Barbie Great Fashions of the 20th Century (7 in series)

Barbie Hollywood Movie Star (6 in series)

Barbie Mrs. P.F.E. Albee: Avon (2 in series)

Barbie Royal Jewels (4 in series)

Barbie Victorian Tea Porcelain (2 in series)

Barbie Victorian with Cedric Bear

Barbie Wedgwood (2 in series)

The website I used when collecting is https://barbieguide.sosugary.com/index.php

It’s a great catalog of Barbie releases. You’ll find a lot more historical inspired dolls on there, and Barbie makes excellent porcelain dolls too that I think you’ll like.

And tips if you’re interested in fashion doll collecting…

Don’t buy newer collector/special/limited edition dolls from Mattel. They’re worse quality for outrageously more money. Trust me on this. (A lot of my collector Barbies I was able to get for $30-$40 USD new in box, compared to the $100+ USD price tag Mattel charges now for collector dolls).

Mattel has been declining in quality ever since 2016 (probably earlier) and is still going lower present day. So if you’re interested in good quality play-line or collector dolls, try to get pre 2016.

Mattel dolls most of the time have polypropylene hair, which is considered the worst hair quality fiber as it literally disintegrates over a few years and isn’t easily brushsble/stylable.

Mattel also gives most of their dolls cheap paper-like printed clothing or molded on clothes.

If you want quality, buy MGA. They have nylon hair (easily brushsble, stylable, and won’t disintegrate). Much higher quality clothes/fabrics with intricate details and complex designs.

Mattel=Quantity

MGA=Quality

Thank you for your time!

That's cool to hear :))) it's nice to find someone that shares the interest of dolls, even if it's a different kind! Although I learned a lot, thank you♡ I'll check out the older styled ones!!

I'm not very interested in fashion dolls (apart from those from the 1800s) so unfortunately I'm sticking to my child looking dolls, which is why I kind of like the American girl dolls that are supposed to look like 1900s/1800s

I'm going to take this opportunity to brag about my girls as if they were my children. Here are my some of my older dolls<3

Just like you say about Barbies, these dolls also have limited editions (such as the discontinued one with a very, very uncanny voice box from the 1880s) unfortunately, I don't have any of them. BUT, I do have two from the most famous doll makers, Kestner and Armand Marseille<3 Always have to look for the markings that tell exactly which model they are

And I have one special girl who I call Darling who has human hair!!

And I just have to squeeze this in, when I was in Belfast I got to see a doll I have been such a big fan of for so many years. It's a doll that was floating around in the wreckage and actually seeing her up close in real life made me tear up in pure happiness. She was absolutely stunning, and I think she might (just might) be a similar model to my doll with the red boots, but i could get a good luck of her neck to see the "tag". Here she is!!

I just had to, dolls are one of my biggest interest and i have to take every chance i get♡

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sam-glade · 5 months

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Reducing verbosity, improving clarity

Part 3/3 of my editing process. Part 1 link. Part 2 link.

This is what I do to a novel or a novella before showing it to anyone (including beta readers). I’m posting it in hopes that it will help someone, and I’m not expecting it to work for everyone. Take any parts that help you!

The goal of this step is to make the style more crisp and direct. If you're going for a slow or very poetic style, this may not be as applicable.

Two things up front:

‘Imperfect’ doesn’t mean ‘bad’. Good writing can have imperfections.

The goal is to get the manuscript to a stage where the imperfections won’t be distracting to beta readers.

The idea is to convey the maximum amount of meaning in the minimum number of words. Be as specific as you can.

Large paragraphs

I go over the manuscript and compare the size of paragraphs. If they look close to square on a laptop screen, I’ll see what I can do about them. I personally don’t mind a paragraph of description or exposition, but the one rule I adhere to is that it must be immediately connected to what the character is thinking, feeling, or talking about.

E.g. I need to give a description of the uniform most of my characters wear.

‘So he sat there in the ashen coatee with white facings, unbuttoned to reveal a white waistcoat, both creased after a long day. Little swords on his shoulder straps signified his division, and three stripes on the buttons of his jacket marked him as a sergeant. His long slim Sword was at his side — not as slim as a rapier, and with only a simple cross-guard over the grip. And yes, it looked more silvery than cold iron should, and it glowed faintly in the dark, but when it was sheathed, it looked very ordinary. I’m just a simple Sword, Ianim’s appearance said. Move along; there’s nothing interesting about me.’ → I deliberately highlight the details about the weapon that are out of ordinary, AND explain how Ianim feels about the outfit.

If it doesn’t do that at the end, and is still long, it needs to be shortened or tied into the current situation.

Laundry list of actions

Here, I’m looking for paragraphs that list a handful of actions, without any introspection or description. It usually means I’m spelling out every little action, when the reader will fill in the blanks easily if I remove a good portion of them. It’s things like ‘looked around and located X’ or ‘walked across the room’.

E.g. ‘He rolled his eyes around, trying to locate whoever was speaking. He felt a faint touch on his left shoulder and twitched, promptly hissing in pain. The hand was withdrawn. He gathered his strength and turned his head in that direction.’ → I don’t lose anything by cutting the first sentence. In fact, it works better without a convoluted description of looking around.

Too many clauses

Another kind of sentence that I come across in my drafts is of the form ‘Something was X and Y happened to it’, which can be rephrased as a single clause.

E.g. ‘The roof had collapsed in one corner, and water dripped through it.’ → ‘Water dripped through a hole in the corner of the roof.’

E.g. ‘Once Master Varré had returned and deposited the supplies in the kitchen, the four of them sat down to a simple meal.’ → ‘Once Master Varré had deposited the supplies in the kitchen…’

Reiterating spoken words with actions

I want my dialogue and action tags to add something new to what’s said, not reiterate it. I look for actions like ‘sighed’, ‘frowned’, ‘nodded’, ‘shook their head’. I’m NOT advocating for removing all of them by any means. They’re sometimes needed to induce a pause in dialogue, and are slightly better than saying ‘he paused’. Quite often, an ellipsis will work just as well.

Examples of reiterating dialogue:

“It’s taught in the second year of the cadet course, but…” He frowned. “I don’t see why not? → remove ‘He frowned’

Gullin nodded sharply. “Yes, ma’am.” → the line of dialogue can be cut.

“I can’t deny it. It is regrettable, but I don’t think I can deny it.” He sighed. “I wish it wasn’t the case though.” → remove the dialogue tag. Yes, when I read this sentence, I instinctively hear a sigh there, but nothing hinges on it being there, and removing it doesn’t mess up the rhythm.

“Do you not want to take it outside, sir?” Gullin checked. Master Varré thought about it, but shook their head. “Not necessary. We are not going to release our Swords.” → remove ‘not necessary’

Dialogue thing that I do

On a similar dialogue-related note: as I write I ‘hear’ the words spoken in the character’s voice in my head. As a result, I VERY often end up with dialogue, where the action in the tag is performed by a character other than the one who’s speaking – usually to indicate a pause or a non-verbal reaction.

E.g.

Master Varré sprang out of their chair and started pacing around the hall. Lissan watched them warily.

“We need evidence, solid evidence before we can mention this to anyone. No offence, kid, but your word won’t cut it.” Lissan nodded seriously; he’d expected nothing less. “I’m going to Redguard to check [their] records.”

→ This is spoken by Varré, not Lissan, though the action tag indicates something to the contrary. I need to add something like ‘they said’ to clarify it.

Another dialogue thing that I do

A couple of my characters deliberately hide their emotions, and their reactions are measured. I tend to indicate it with phrases like ‘he allowed himself a sigh of relief’ or ‘he permitted himself a small smile’. Now, I want to bring it to the reader’s attention, when the character’s control is important in the scene – e.g. they’re keeping their cool during an argument, and allowing themselves a small smug smile when they come out on top. However, it’s not adding anything when their self-control doesn’t contribute to the conversation – which is most of the time. Even then, not every controlled reaction has to be preceded by a phrase like this; a few mentions are enough to establish the background tension, but soon it gets repetitive.

Hence, I’ll remove it:

Every time – in conversations where the characters can relax, e.g. when talking to their buddies at a pub.

Most of the time when the character’s self-control is important. I’d leave it in no more than half of the gestures (smiling, sighing, rolling shoulders, rubbing their eyes, etc.).

Thesaurusising/rephrasing

Especially in narration and in longer paragraphs, I find sentences of the form ‘they tended/liked/had a talent for doing X and Y’, where X and Y are close in meaning. I can remove one of them or replace them with a more generic word that covers both.

‘She had an incredible talent for reading hints between the lines and figuring out what was not said’ → Yes, that’s exactly what reading between the lines means. I’m removing the second clause.

Sometimes, especially in dialogue, I leave the rephrasing for dramatic effect, but only when I’m confident that it adds something.

E.g. “Because ever since I’ve met him, he wanted to be seen not as the Prince Successor, not as a grandson of the White Dragon, but a normal guy.” → this stays as is.

Describing the obvious

There’s usually no reason to describe something that the reader can reasonably assume to be the case. E.g. if you say it’s raining, you don’t need to follow it up by saying the clouds covered the sky.

UNLESS

The few exceptions I can think of:

One of my characters focuses on their surroundings to avoid doing something. E.g. they aren’t in a mood to talk and they let a conversation happen around them without listening, they focus on the chips in the walls or the grain of wood on the table.

When a character is bored or waiting for something, they might look around their surroundings. Adding descriptions to pass the time is often a good alternative to saying ‘they waited’.

When the ‘homely’ is surprising. E.g. the character has been on a run for a while, squatting in abandoned buildings or sleeping outdoors. When they finally get home, I’d elaborate on the comfort of it, to pull the reader out of the default atmosphere of the last few chapters.

I still consider these tricks to be exceptions to the rules – best used sparingly.

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peeves-gurl · 2 years

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Dare

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 6.5 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Finally, we're on Part 3! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story.

This part contains smut. There is a warning on the divider. In case you don't want to read it, you can skip to the ending. You won't miss much. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 2

Ivy felt confident in her look. She picked a plain white A-Line dress and matching white stilettos for the evening, along with silver hoop earrings and an old bracelet, with a hanging charm. She used curlers to make her wavy hair more defined and put on light make-up, but went with the bold red lipstick to complete her look. She wanted to look good for the evening, try and find a man who may take her mind off the one she’d given her heart to. The party was meant to start at six in the evening, and true to her style, she reached on time, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun. Taking a seat at the otherwise empty bar, she waited for the other attendees.

Fred was running late as usual. He was hesitant to go to the party, because he knew it would be impossible for him to find someone as good as Ivy. He’d decided his outfit with Lee’s help the previous day but it took him a lot of effort to convince himself to put it on. After making a few changes to the original idea, he peered into the mirror, fixing his hair while getting a look at his clothes- a white and blue pinstriped shirt, with blue pants and his usual brown leather watch, that perfectly matched the colour of his shoes and belt. He reached the pub around six thirty in the evening, and walked through the slowly filling up party hall, admiring the changes that had been made to the place since Tom’s son, Ethan had taken over. The place looked a lot cleaner, and much more welcoming. It wasn’t as dingy as previously, and there were party lights, currently switched to the normal lighting mode, but ready for the dance later in the evening. He scanned the room for any girl who may grab his attention, but found none. They were all too over dressed, or under dressed. Some were already drunk, barely able to stand. Others were standing amidst groups of men, clearly not looking for someone to spend more than a night with. A drink was all he would need to settle his mind. Maybe then he could relax a bit, be the old Fred Weasley who didn’t care about the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Ivy sat at the bar, sipping a cocktail, completely unbothered about the growing party behind her. She had been approached by three guys so far, but not one of them tickled her fancy. How could they, when her standards were as high as Fred Weasley?

Fred saw Ivy leaning against the bar, astonished to see a girl as beautiful as her all alone. She was sipping a pinkish coloured drink tapping her heels to the music. He thought she looked absolutely perfect, angelic even. There probably was some kind of magnetic pull between them, because he didn’t realise when he was next to her, opening his mouth to speak.

“Fancy seeing you here, Roberts.” Fred’s voice said from next to her, and she immediately turned to look at him.

“Hi Weasley!” She grinned. “Looking good.”

She internally cringed at how quickly the compliment had slipped out of her lips, but Fred’s smile grew wider at that.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on his toned chest, slightly exposed through the top two buttons of his shirt that he’d left open and the rolled up sleeves that showed off the veins on his arms. There goes her plan of getting over him, right out of the window. She’d grow old and die before getting over him if he looks that amazing.

“You look great too, Ivy. Good old Gryffindor bracelet.” He smirked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not!” She replied, sliding over and allowing him to sit on the bench next go her.

“Now show me that.” He said, gently pulling the martini glass out of her hands and taking a sip. “Nice choice.”

“I do have the best choice,” She retorted.

“Cosmopolitan, isn’t it? Didn’t think of you as a vodka person.” He teased, drinking down the rest of it in one go.

“You haven’t seen me party yet, Fred.” She said honestly.

“I’d love to see you doing anything darling.” He mumbled incoherently, eyeing her up and down in the white dress. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way, but seeing the fabric clinging delicately to her waist made him want to run his hands all over her.

“What was that?” She asked, raising one eyebrow.

“I said, I expect you to order some more for me to steal darling,” He lied, biting his lower lip.

Ivy was used to his flirtatious comments by now, and she knew they didn’t mean anything, but they still made her blush each time. Rolling her eyes, she ordered some more drinks for them both.

“I let you pay for dinner the other night, so it’s on me this time,” She said.

“Yes ma’am.” Fred answered.

“How the fuck are you not even tipsy yet?” Fred asked some drinks, and a lot of random chatter later.

“I’m quite a party animal Mister, didn’t I mention?” She said simply. “Plus, you’re not tipsy either.”

“It takes something stronger than these little tiny shots to take me down love.” He said, before leaning in and taking in another one.

“You know, if you keep sitting with me, they’ll think we’re together, and you won’t find someone you’re actually interested in,” Fred said.

“I’m not looking for anyone tonight honestly,” She said. Her plan had been watered down the minute Fred had walked in, and she couldn’t think of looking at any other guys as long as Fred Weasley’s handsome face stayed in her mind. She’d try next time, at some other party. Just one more night of being in love with him couldn’t hurt her too much. “The same goes for you though. Go ahead, find yourself a nice girl. I’ll just relax here with Ethan.” She said, motioning to the bartender.

“I only came here because Sophie forced me. She made Lee choose my outfit too,” He said reassuringly. He was sure she must be joking. Did she actually expect him to make a move on another girl, when she, Ivy Roberts, the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, sat right there? He wanted to spend that night with her, just as a friend, being in love with her. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate it in any way, but he couldn’t change his own mind. “Now that I have the drinks, and I have you, I’m not moving.” He stated, earning a light chuckle from her. “By the way, did you buy your dress for Oliver’s wedding?”

“Nope. I have no idea what it should be like.” She responded, fidgeting with her rings.

“Oh come on! Wear anything you want. Just tell me what colour you get, so I can buy myself a tie of the same colour as my date’s dress.” He reminded, earning a shy smile and nod from her.

A few more hours passed the same way. They’d talked non-stop about their school memories, and all the times they’d driven poor McGonagall mad, and finally the two were bored of sitting around, having nothing else to do.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance Fred?” Ivy asked, looking at the flashing lights over them. “There’s this really pretty girl looking at you from the dance floor.”

“Nope. You should go if she’s that pretty.” He teased.

“Mmm no thanks. I’m not into girls.”

“Shame.” He said, sounding slightly bored. “Let’s go to my place and watch a movie.”

“I’ve got to get home,” She replied. She was afraid that if she found herself alone with him, she might end up doing something stupid and regretting it later.

“C’mon Ivy, don’t be a bore! Floo back to your place after the movie. I don’t want to be alone.” He pleaded, wanting to spend just a bit more time around her.

“Alright. Just one movie.”

They stumbled into Diagon Alley, headed towards Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. It was a long walk, about fifteen minutes, and they’d decided against apparating with all that alcohol in their systems. Fred slipped his hand into Ivy’s without a second thought, intertwining their fingers. Ivy felt a slight tingle running down her spine at the gesture but oddly enough, it felt natural this time, as if this was how they were meant to be. She began to swing their hands between them as Fred chuckled, joining her action.

“Wanna play a game until we get there?” He asked lightly.

“What game?” She questioned.

“Truth or Dare. You go first.”

“Sure. Truth.”

“Hmmm let’s see...” He said, thinking while swinging their hands between themselves.

Ivy waited patiently for him to come up with something. He always came up with something, it was one of the things she admired so much about him.

“Are you in love with someone?” He asked after a bit, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

“Wh-Why do you think I’d be in love with someone?” She asked nervously. She didn’t make it obvious, did she?

“You weren’t interested in anyone tonight. Either you already love someone else, or you’re trying to copy me.” He said, nudging her shoulder with his own and smirking. “Now answer my question.”

Ivy’s brain literally switched off. She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. She wished he would stop staring at her like that. Too much pressure on a little girl.

“I- Fred...” She mumbled, the heat steadily rising to her face, making her cheeks as red as his hair.

“So I should take that as a yes?” He teased, coming to a halt on the sidewalk, still swinging their hands.

“Yes.” She said finally, looking down at her feet. What if he knew? Was he just teasing her so that he could laugh at her?

Fred’s mind went blank. He sort of expected her to say yes, but now that she’d said it, it was definite. Ivy was in love with someone, most definitely not him. It broke the little hope that had built up in his heart through the night.

“Who’s it?” He asked, trying his best to sound casual, plastering a fake smile onto his face while his heart felt like ripping out of his chest.

“Yo- No wait! One question at a time.” She said, quickly. “You can’t ask me a second question.”

“You’re evil.” He huffed, a tiny smile playing on his lips at the frightened look on her face. “I won’t tell them.”

“They’d know anyways.” She said, walking again.

“How?”

“Ask me next round and I might tell you.” She said, making a mental note to not choose ‘Truth’ again. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare baby!” He shouted in his thick accent.

Ivy took a second to think, before tugging his hand to get his attention. “See that old wizard there? Convince him to support Chelsea Football Club in the match next week.”

“Easy.” He grinned, walking to the said man and pulling her along.

“Good evening Sir. How are you doing?” He asked the man politely.

“Doing well son, how about you?” The man smiled.

“Alright, could do better.” Fred replied.

“How can I help the two of you?” The man asked.

“Well Sir, do you happen to know anything about muggle football?”

“Oh yes, yes! You’ve come to the right man, my boy! I’m muggle born, absolutely love football.” He grinned.

“Well then Sir, you make my job easy.” Fred said, returning his grin. “My dearest friend here,” he said motioning to Ivy, “wants me to convince you to support Chelsea in the next match.”

“Oh don’t you worry, young lady.” The man chuckled, unzipping his jacket. “Your friend doesn’t have to convince me.”

To Ivy’s surprise, he was wearing a yellow Chelsea jersey, the most recent edition. “Job done. Go enjoy your night!” The man said, patting Fred’s shoulder.

“Thank you Sir.” Ivy smiled at the man, as Fred bid goodbye to him and lead her away from him.

“How’d you get so lucky?” She laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“I’m always lucky,” He boasted. “Back at you now. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” She said immediately.

“That’s not fair. You know what I was about to ask!” He said.

“Exactly. Try giving me a more innocent dare, will you?”

“Alright, you have your phone with you?”

“Yup.”

“Text the person you’re in love with. Tell them how you feel,” He said. Crazy as it may sound, he wanted to see Ivy with someone else. In his mind, it was the only way he could get over her.

“Why are you so invested in my love life?” She protested, hoping to get him to change the challenge. What would his reaction be when he’d receive the message?

“Because you’re my friend. And I want you to not end up like me.” He said, trying to not let his real emotions slip through the tough facade he was putting up.

“Oh alright!” She said, pulling up her courage to do it, once and for all. How bad could it get?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket as Fred dragged her to a corner of the street.

She looked for Fred’s contact, clicked it and chose the ‘type message’ option. She took one last look upwards, towards the man she was deeply in love with. He was standing opposite her, looking at her encouragingly. He could only see the back of the phone, not the screen. Taking a deep breath, she began to click the keys, typing ‘I love you’ with shaky hands and pressing ‘Send’.

Any moment now. Any moment, Fred’s phone would buzz, and he’d receive her text. And then she’d loose his friendship. That was it.

“Done?” He asked, still remaining respectful enough to not look at the screen.

“Done.” She replied, almost shivering with nerves.

“Can I check?” He asked, trying to keep himself from crying.

“Sure.” Ivy replied, turning the phone towards him, making sure her thumb covered the contact name. She wanted to take as much time as she got, before it got too awkward for them to even stand in the same room.

Fred’s face fell when he saw the words on the screen. Ivy had sent out an ‘I love you’ text to someone. She did actually love someone. It was real. She wasn’t his, and would never be.

“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked worriedly, watching his expressions. Did she not cover it properly? Had he already seen it?

“No.. nothing.” He brushed off. “Your phone doesn’t have network Ivy. The message is in your Outbox.”

“Oh. So I’ll delete it!” She said happily.

“No you will not!” He said, snatching her phone away and closing the messaging app using the red button on the right, without looking at the screen. She didn’t wish to show him who she loved, and it wasn’t any of his business either. All he needed to know was that it wasn’t him. He never had a chance. “This stays in my pocket until your lover texts back.”

“Fred no, please!”

“No Ivy. You’re making the first move.” He said, stuffing it away. “My turn. I choose dare.”

“Fine.” Ivy said, giving up and beginning to walk again. At least he hadn’t received the message yet. She had a few more minutes until her phone began receiving network again. Maybe once they’d reach the shop, he’d get the message, some the network was pretty strong there. “I dare you to do something you’ll regret later.”

Ivy was the only thing on Fred’s mind. And he knew he would regret confessing his feelings to her. And this might be his last chance to tell her how he felt, he was sure the man she’d texted loved her back, because who wouldn’t love a girl as perfect as her. He stopped on the sidewalk again, facing her, and she faced him back. This was it.

“I’m in love with you Ivy,” He said, without any hesitation.

Ivy was lost for words. This obviously had to be one of her dreams again. Her imagination was beginning to get wild, completely out of her control, too clouded by Fred. She was brought back to her senses when she found herself looking into Fred’s eyes, his sincerity clear.

“Fred-“ she started in disbelief, immediately interrupted by him.

“I know you don’t feel the same Ivy, and it’s alright. I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.” He began, quickly letting her hand free.

“Fred no-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s my fault and I know you want to get back to your place now.” He rambled, looking away from her. He put one hand on his hip, the other lightly tugging his own hair in frustration.

“Fred, listen to me.”

“I’ll get you a taxi, and you can go away, and I promise I’ll never see you again if you don’t want me to.”

She reached her hand out towards him, holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger to turn his head to face her. He shut up, looking down at her sadly.

“I’m in love with you Fred.”

Now it was his turn to stare at her in disbelief. There was no way she’d actually said that to him.

“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean Ivy.”

“I mean it. I love you.” She said sincerely.

There was barely a second’s pause, before he leaned in, trapping her lips in his own. The kiss was sweet, gentle, full of hesitation, yet loving. Ivy had just began to process the feeling of his lips against hers, when he pulled away.

“You deserve better than me Ivy. You’re not doing it because you feel bad for me right?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you calling my emotions fake?” She said in an irritated tone. “I wouldn’t mind if you tell me now that this was a joke to you Fred, but don’t you dare say my feelings aren’t real. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I know that I’m in love with you.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning closer to her again, their lips brushing as they stared unblinkingly into each other’s eyes. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I really love you.”

Without another word, she raised one hand, placing it behind his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He gripped her waist with both his hands, pulling her closer without breaking the kiss, that grew more heated with each passing moment. His mind was clouded by her. It took all of his strength to stop himself from holding her impossibly close to himself and never letting her leave. Ivy couldn’t get over the feeling of his lips moving on hers, perfectly in sync, as if he wanted to imprint every bit of her onto himself. She felt dizzy with excitement, and wrapped her other hand around his neck too, making him lean even closer, if that was possible. Her fingers found their way to his soft hair, tugging gently, making him groan against her mouth before pulling away. Her lips chased his, making him chuckle slightly, and he pecked them again.

Looking around, they blushed at the realisation of in the middle of Diagon Alley, giving passers-by quite a show.

“We can continue this at my place if you want.” Fred said in a hoarse whisper as they resumed their walk towards the shop.

“Mhmm... A bit of privacy would be nice.” She agreed with a slight smirk.

“I think so too.” He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.

Ivy stood up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before turning to the ground and blushing furiously. Fred turned towards her, a soft smile on his lips. Tucking the hair that curtained her face from him behind her ear, he kissed her temple, then the top of her head, before burying his nose in her hair. “You smell amazing.”

“I’ve dreamed of this exact thing so many times... Walking on the street with you so close to me,” She confessed shyly.

“I’ll make all your dreams come true Ivy.” He said.

“No,” She said softly, taking him by surprise. “Stay with me while I make my dreams come true.”

“Promise,” He smiled.

The rest of the way to the shop passed rather quickly, with soft kisses and shy glances exchanged between the new lovers. As soon as they reached the shop, Ivy made her way to the front entrance, but Fred grabbed her arm, getting her attention. He smirked, shaking his head from side to side, and gently pulled her towards the back of the shop. They stopped in the corner between Number 92 and 93, a smirk etched to Fred’s face.

“What are we here for, Fred?” Ivy asked, confused.

“Hmm, you’ll see.” He replied, gently pressing her against the wall and dropping his forehead against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, and then slowly trailed them down to her hips, caressing her with his fingers. He prodded her mouth open with his tongue, and Ivy could taste the cocktails they had been feasting over just half an hour back on his tongue.

The kiss slowly grew heavier, neither of them breaking free to breathe, and turning into complete messes in each other’s arms. Ivy’s hands now rested against his chest, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. Feeling a surge of confidence, she slid her hands towards the buttons, popping the third and fourth one open without him realising, and letting her fingers glide across his skin. Fred gasped at the touch of her skin against his, before smirking against her lips and roughly squeezing her hips. Ivy moaned at that, and he quickly pulled away from her lips to smirk down at her. She looked up at him with the same expression, and in the dim lighting, she could make out how his pupils were enlarged, and her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s really turned on.” She said huskily, jerking her hips forward, grinding against him and earning a slow groan.

“You see what you do to me Ivy? Nobody’s ever made me feel this way.” He whispered into her ear, tightening his grip on her, starting to move his hips in sync with hers.

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you,” She started, “that the moment I saw you in this shirt, I wanted to rip it off you?”

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you I have similar thoughts about your dress?” He replied with a smirk.

“I don’t quite enjoy the idea of stripping against a wall, Fred.” She teased, picking up her pace against his hips and threading her fingers through his hair.

“Well then I think I should do what I came here for, Ivy.” He said, kissing her one more time before releasing her. He pulled his wand out and walked towards the wall, tapping against the bricks in a specific pattern, and a door appeared in the wall.

“So you don’t plan on killing me in a dark corner of the alley?” She mused, watching him open the door and walk up a staircase.

“No love, too risky to kill you in a dark alley, might raise suspicion. My flat’s a better place for that.” He replied in the same tone, nodding his head and motioning her to follow.

“Do you take last wishes?” She asked, walking right behind him now.

“Depends. If you ask for the best sex of your life, I can’t exactly decline, can I?” He retorted, without turning back.

“The best huh?” She said, walking into his flat, and he quickly shut the door and pinned her against it, placing his hands on either side of her head, caging her between his arms.

“You doubt it?” He asked in a breathy voice.

“I don’t believe it till I see it darling.”

With that, Fred connected their lips once more, and Ivy took the opportunity to let her tongue roam his mouth this time. He pulled away soon, trailing wet kisses down her jaw, before sucking a spot on her neck, definitely leaving a mark. Ivy moaned softly, tugging his hair a little.

“Should I stop?” He whispered against her skin.

“Please don’t stop.” She answered, breathing heavily.

“I love you so much Ivy.” He said, kissing her lips once more, cupping her bum.

She took the cue and jumped, and he caught her, allowing her to wrap both her legs around his waist. With their lips still glued together, he carried her to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed. Ivy quickly settled on top of him, straddling him and beginning to kiss his neck, leaving stains of her red lipstick all over his skin. She gently undid the last two buttons of his shirt, leaving his torso exposed to her. She trailed her kisses downwards, onto his chest, while slowly rocking her hips against his and earning a few moans from his lips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said, looking up at him once more.

“No.” He said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I want you.”

She tugged the ends of his opened shirt, and he obliged, pulling his hands away from her body and discarding the shirt into some corner of the room. Ivy stood up from his lap, getting rid of her heels as Fred fiddled with the hem of her dress.

“Can I rip it off?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’d never see me in it again.” She warned, raising one eyebrow.

“I’ll repair it later.”

“Doesn’t feel the same. The edges get rough so I won’t wear it.”

“Nope. Can’t risk it.” He grinned, looping his arms around her and pulling down the zipper.

He toyed with the straps for a moment, before pulling them down, sliding the dress off her waist and adding to the pile of clothes. He looked up at her with lust filled eyes, tracing her figure with his fingers and rubbing her nipples through the lacy white strapless bra, and she moaned softly at the touch, before sitting back on top of him. Kissing his lips, she leaned him back slowly, until his back was flat against the duvet, their chests pressed together.

Ivy knew the man in front of her was truly special. Everything about him was perfect, as if he’d been made just for her. And she wanted him to know how much she admired him, turn every single one of his insecurities into something he could be proud of.

“You’re so perfect Fred.” She said, tracing his jaw with her finger. “How are you so perfect?” She placed wet kisses all over his cheekbones and jaw, aware that she couldn’t get enough of him.

Fred had always been the most confident person in the room, along with his twin. Ever since the war, his confidence dwindled. But when he was with Ivy, he felt absolutely free. Free from all his insecurities, free to be himself, the mischievous boy he had always been. And when she said things like that to him, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love towards her.

She slowly moved herself off him, trailing her kisses downwards, leaving painless marks all over his chest and stomach as he played with her hair. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she ran her palm over his clothed erection, before settling over the buckle of his belt, looking at him for permission.

“Go on darling. No need to ask me.” He said breathlessly.

Ivy immediately unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor, as Fred kicked off his shoes. She then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down his legs and off his feet, leaving him only in his boxers.

Fred suddenly felt conscious of his left leg. Nobody had seen him this way for years. But Ivy was quick to understand what he was going through, and she gently began to caress both his legs with her hands, and then leaving wet kisses all over, aware that he could feel every bit of it.

As much as she loved seeing him squirming under her, she wanted to pleasure him. So she hooked her fingers around his boxers, pulling them down, and letting his erection free. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she licked her lips, before locking eyes with Fred. He winked cheekily at her, making her blush, and he let out a slight chuckle at her flustered look. In return, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, fisting him, and his laughter quickly turned into uncontrollable moans. She ran her thumb over his swollen tip, letting a few beads of his precum drip down his length, and he gasped, shutting his eyes tight and bucking his hips upwards into her hand.

Letting out a chuckle at his desperation, she dipped her head down, slipping her tongue out and gently circling his tip with it. Fred’s eyes flew open at touch of her tongue against his sensitive head. He let out a loud moan that made her laugh again.

“So desperate, darling.” She whispered.

“Please Ivy.” He replied in a strained voice.

“If you ask so politely,” she smiled, and opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around his length, taking in as much as she could without gagging.

All her mind could focus on was the way Fred moaned her name as she moved her mouth on him, sucking enthusiastically. One of his hands was resting on the bedsheet, tugging it hard. The other was tangled in her hair as he watched her intently, his cock slipping in and out of her. She gradually increased her pace, enjoying the way the sounds from his throat became louder and hoarser. Her panties soaked with her own wetness and she was aching for release, but all she focused on was the man in front of her. She could taste his precum, oozing out of his tip, as he twitched in her mouth, signalling he was close. She began to move as fast as she could, and Fred picked his other hand off the bedsheets to move it onto her back. He fiddled with her bra clasp, managing to open it, dropping it down and exposing her breasts to him.

“Ivy.. oh.. love.” He said in a shaky voice, and she hummed with him deep in her throat. Fred couldn’t contain himself anymore, allowing himself to come undone, his release hit the back of her throat. Ivy happily swallowed all of it, moving her head at a slower pace and helping him ride out his orgasm.

She pulled away from him with a slight ‘pop’, moving upwards and putting her mouth onto his. Fred moaned at his own taste on her tongue, cupping her cheek and deepening the kiss, before letting her pull away.

“Are you okay?” She asked, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone.

“Absolutely amazing.” He smiled, his cheeks tinged a deep shade of pink. He pulled her down once more, kissing her lips softly.

Fred quickly flipped her over, making her gasp at the sudden movement as he climbed on top of her. He hovered above her for a moment, before shifting his weight to one arm, using the other to roll her pebbled nibbles between his fingers. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it while kneading her left breast with his hand, as she sighed and tugged onto his hair. Once he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to the left one, giving it the same amount of attention by sucking and nibbling on her flesh.

He finally pulled off her, making her whine in protest.

“Patience sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling off her white lace knickers, leaving her completely bare in front of himself.

He bent her knees upwards while spreading her legs apart, admiring how soaked she was. Without warning, he pressed his fingers to her aching clit, and she moaned loudly, bucking her hips into his hand. Fred used his other hand to push her hips downwards, back into the bed, as he traced gentle circles on her bud. He loved seeing how much he affected her, how much she begged him to let her come undone. He picked up his speed, flicking her sensitive clit faster between his fingers, making a mess out of the beautiful woman under him. And when he felt her clit throb as she neared her release, he pulled his fingers off her.

“Fr-Fred no ,” she begged breathlessly, once again moving her hips, trying to get him to touch her where she needed him most.

“Shh,” he coaxed, running her hands over her thighs and spreading her legs wider.

“Please!”

“Yes darling. No need to beg.” He said, lightly smacking her ass and slipping two fingers into her cunt, curling them to make her gasp. “Better?”

Ivy nodded and arched her back as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of her. She gazed at him through her half lidded eyes, watching the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, before he dived and attached his lips to her clit. Her hands immediately went up to his hair, tugging the copper strands while he pleasured her.

Fred enjoyed his room being filled with her pants and moans as he got her closer to her high with his mouth and fingers. He loved the sight in front of him as she gave him all. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, but the way she was moaning underneath him at the moment made him hard once again, and he was desperate to see her come. He sensed her getting closer once again, and he moved his fingers faster, making her reach the peak of her pleasure, moaning his name and making him feel like he could come once more just at the view.

Fred sat up in between her legs, rubbing the sides of her waist as she came down from her high. As soon as she was able to regain some control, she grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him down in a heated kiss. Feeling his hardness against her thigh, she teasingly moved her leg against it, making him gasp into her mouth.

“I don’t use birth control.” She stated in between kisses.

“I’m glad you don’t. It’s terrible for your health,” He replied seriously. “I don’t mind using a condom forever, but I won’t ever let you have those pills.”

Ivy felt taken aback by this. He was being a true gentleman, a perfect person in fact, concerned for her safety over his pleasure. She’d never felt so cared for in her life.

“You’re amazing Fred. I love you.” She said before kissing him again.

“I love you too Ivy.” He replied, getting off her and walking to his bedside table to take out a condom. “Remind me to thank Lee for this tomorrow.”

He tore the packaging open and carefully slipped the condom on, then returned to his position on the bed.

“We can stop if you want to.” He said reassuringly, waiting for her response.

“No. I need you Fred.” She said, spreading her legs and allowing him to sit between them.

He started playing with her nipples once again, and then kissed her neck and waist gently. He aligned himself with her entrance, before locking eyes with her for permission, and she nodded eagerly, so he let himself slip into her, both of them moaning at the new sensation.

“Please move Fred.” She said, digging her fingers into the flesh right under his shoulders.

He complied with her request, beginning to move slowly and gradually picking up pace. A few sharp thrusts and whispered love professions were all they needed to reach heaven in each other’s arms. Ivy was still under the effects of her first orgasm, so she was the first to give away, screaming his name as he helped her ride out her second high. It didn’t take Fred long before he came again as well, filling the condom with his release.

Once Fred had reluctantly pulled out of her, he walked to the bathroom to dispose the condom and came back with a damp washcloth to help her clean up.

He lay down on the bed next to her, running his fingers through her hair that he’d just messed up. Ivy shifted closer to him, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.

Fred smiled, remembering the times he’d imagined this exact scene before he fell asleep at night. He looked down at the woman in his arms and felt like he could stay there forever. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to her head. Ivy turned her head to face him, and kissed his lips softly.

“What are you all smiley about?” She asked, placing both her hands on his chest, one on top of the other, and then resting her head over them.

“Just thinking...” He said with a cute smile.

“About?”

“About you. And about the number of times I’ve imagined you here with me, in this exact same position.” He said, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over it.

Ivy opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted when a loud buzzing tone rang out from Fred’s phone. He reached out to his bedside table, picking it up and holding it up to his face to read the message. She watched intently as his lips spread into a grin, and he turned the phone around for her to read the message.

IVY: I love you

“Looks like my phone finally has network.” She smiled.

“I love you.” He said honestly.

“Thanks.” She replied cheekily, pressing her lips to his chest.

“Thanks? All I get is thanks?” He asked, amusedly.

“Reply to my text and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

Fred immediately began to type, and a minute later, Ivy recognised her phone’s message tone ringing from some corner of the room.

“Since your phone is still in my pocket, here you go.” He said, turning his phone towards her.

IVY: I love you

FRED: I love you too darling :D

She gave him a satisfied smile before speaking. “I love you Fred,” She said.

“I know.” He replied with a shit eating grin. Ivy slightly smacked his chest, feigning annoyance, and then both of them began to giggle like school kids.

“Now that I have you,” He said, wrapping both his arms around her waist, “can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Don’t we have to be there at George’s place for the baby’s gender reveal?” She reminded.

“In the evening, yes. But in the morning, why don’t we go shopping for Ollie’s wedding outfits?” He suggested. “A nice little shopping date, just for us.”

“Done.” She grinned, before he pulled her in and crashed their lips together again.

A/N: You've reached the end of this fic. If you've made it this far, THANK YOU!! Posting this has been nerve racking, and I'm so thankful for all the support. I'd really appreciate feedback 🧡

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