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merajsblog · 4 months

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Can you do Blue Lock Rin x female reader x Sae? The reader is a very sweet and kind girl. The Itoshi brothers are fighting for her love.

authors note: hi!! :) my first ask! i will absolutely try my best to do this for sure. obviously the reader is femme, and is in a love triangle. no set relationships yet! just some itoshi brothers pining for a girl :)

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you had known the itoshi family for some time now. you couldn’t say you were particularly close to them, but you were closer with their kids, rin itoshi and sae itoshi.

rin had a particular aura around him, one that differed from his older brother, sae, in a lot of ways. they shared some similar traits like their cold, calculating stares, but rin was a little more passionate than sae was. not to say sae wasn’t a passionate person, it just wasn’t something your noticed off the bat like with rin. they both devoted themselves to soccer.

rin was devoted to the challenge. he didn’t like half baked stuff. he wanted something that challenged his norm, and looked beyond the threshold. he was cold and calculating, much like his older brother. he liked horror, and yoga. his soccer seemed almost rooted in desperation.

sae on the other hand, was a little older. he had lived in spain, and he kept wanting to go back. he was calculating and manipulative at times. he was straightforward and honest. his soccer was rooted in searching.

it was a cold day, winter at its finest. you had gone to see your family friends, and especially the itoshi brothers. your relationship with them was…interesting. you were polar opposites, while being polite and kind instead of calculating and cold. there was something about this opposition that attracted both of them to you. maybe it was your sweetness that drugged both of them to lust for you, even though they dreaded feeling that way towards someone out of their control. they had control of everything, at least on the field, but this was way out of their league.

“oh please y/n, come inside its freezing out there!!” says mrs. itoshi. you stepped inside, finally seeking refuge from the storm outside. it was time for your yearly visit to see the family.

you grinned kindly at the older woman for letting you in, doing your respectful bow.

“oh hello y/n” a familiar voice says to you from the stair case. you look upwards, batting your eyelashes at rin itoshi. his hair was swooped forward a bit, and dark teal. his eyes were mesmerizing, a vibrant teal color. you could see from where you were standing his long lashes fluttering as he walked down the stairs with his strong demeanor. he was donned in a button up and slacks, your guess was it was his mom who coerced him to dress nicely. his button up wasn’t fully buttoned, leaving one open button at the top. you smiled, “hello rin! how have you been?” you asked, taking off your shoes slowly.

“i’ve been good.” he says curtly. he’s avoiding eye contact. you let out a soft huff, “is that all? tell me about this soccer thing you’ve been at! i’ve heard all about it from school.” you say, looking up at him from the entry way.

“oh, yea it’s been pretty cool we actually just-“

he gets cut off, pulling your arm towards him, almost into his chest, as the door behind you unlocks and opens again. sae is standing in the door way, the tip of his nose is red. he must’ve been standing outside for a while…

“oh, y/n, i didn’t know you were gonna be here yet. sorry for the intrusion, i was just throwing the trash out.” sae says, donning a crooked smile looking at you. he’s also wearing a button up, except the top few buttons aren’t done, revealing much more than you thought you’d see.

you stifle out a laugh. “it’s nice to see you too sae.” you say, smiling as you politely angle your head down in a casual bow. he takes this opportunity to ruffle the top of your head as he passes by, ignoring rin. you turn around, heat spreading in your cheeks.

“i can take your coat if you want..” rin mumbles out. you grab your coat and give it to him, before walking into the kitchen of the house. there’s food everywhere, in nice plates, and sae is pouring himself a glass of something to drink. his red coral hair is smooth in the ambient light, his back to you. he has the same beautiful teal eyes as his younger brother.

“i was just telling her about the recent game we had.” rin says, leaning against the door way, right next to you. you can smell his expensive cologne.

sae snickers. “the game i lost in?”

“yes that game.” rin says sharply.

you’re looking at the two of them, as they talk. you couldn’t tell if this was banter or something worse.

“just know that i wasn’t really trying at the beginning, i was just testing out shidou. i didn’t even break a sweat the entire time.” sae says, focusing on his drink, smiling at himself.

the air feels tense. rin opens his mouth to retort, when you hear the door open once more. you all turn to look, seeing more family friends pour in the hallway. you’re tapping on rins arm now,

“rin where is the restroom again?” you ask making direct eye contact. it’s like lightning striking through you when you make contact like this. it’s sharp and hard to ignore. he’s opening his mouth, and moving his arm almost as if to take your hand to lead you over, when sae speaks right next to you.

“i can show you. i want to grab something from my room anyways. come with me.” he says, handing his drink to rin before softly grabbing your forearm.

“she asked me you know.” rin says, eyes boring into saes skull. he is clenching the drink. you put your hand on his arm, “it’s fine, we’ll be back soon okay? then i can catch you up on school.” you say, smiling softly. you and rin shared the same grade, while sae was a little above you guys.

sae is already ushering you towards the area where the bathroom is and up the stairs.

“i got you a little gift actually..you can use my bathroom too.” sae says, still walking ahead of you. you can’t see his expression at all. he’s always been a little harder to read than rin. rin always shared the same peachy cheek, puppy eyed look with you, but with sae you had no idea what was going on in his head.

it’s not long before you’re in his room. it’s rather empty, but it makes sense since he doesn’t really live here anymore. he hands you a box, a small bracelet with a gem on it.

“it’s your birthstone actually…” he says scratching the back of his head. he also isn’t making eye contact with you. the bracelet is adorable and when he puts it on your wrist, it seems almost like it fits perfectly.

“thank you sae, this was really sweet of you, but i didn’t get you anything besides the family gifts…” you say starting to pout. maybe your family sized chocolates you brought wasn’t good enough this time..

he lets out a small smile, “no you’re fine i just felt like giving you this something special. oh! the bathroom is right there by the way, i’ll be out in the hallway if you need anything.” he says, starting to walk away. you head in, fixing your appearance in the mirror. you could swear you hear talking outside saes room in the hallway.

you’re about to step out after opening the door, when you hear the booming echo of all the guests in the living room. it’s almost overwhelming for a second. here you are, in a house that isn’t entirely familiar, struggling between two angsty boys. you’re frozen in the middle of the hallway.

“are you okay?” you hear someone ask behind you. whipping around, you see rin looming there behind you.

“oh, yea no i’m fine it was just..a little loud for a minute there…i swear there wasn’t THAT many people before…” you said nervously chuckling.

“yea they kinda all just appeared..i went to my room for a minute but then i saw you just standing here like an npc…” he says, seriously.

you can’t help but laugh a little at that.

“do you want to head down with me? or do you want to take a minute up here?” he says, cocking his head a little. “everyone will love you down there, trust me. how could anyone not like someone like you.” he mutters.

“we can head down, thanks for coming with me.” you said, now it was your turn to look away. the blush was looming over your face. he was standing awfully close. his cologne was intoxicating. you turn around slowly, heading towards the stairs. there is swarms of people crawling around downstairs. you stop at the crest of the top of the stairs case. a warm hand is placed on your lower back. his touch is like a spark as your goosebumps go up.

“i can go first, just follow close behind me, okay?” rin whispers in your ear, moving seamlessly around you. he’s headed down the stairs case, stepping a few steps, before turning around, beckoning you to come. you follow not long after. you two step down the staircase, while sae is sitting at the bottom. he seems preoccupied with a conversation, probably what you were hearing while in the bathroom.

he’s staring now, his eyes boring into yours.

as you two reach the bottom of the stairs, sae immediately starts speaking to you.

“sorry about that, i got pulled away, i was gonna head back up there to see if you were doing okay.” he said, ignoring his old conversation.

rin scoffs before starting to head past sae.

“do you like the bracelet i bought for you?” sae questions, stopping rin in his tracks. rin usually notices anything new about you. how could he not? he noticed your new shoes, and how your mascara was sitting on your pretty eyelashes. your eyes seemed lighter due to the season change. how often you furrowed your brows when anxious.

“i love it, it is really beautiful sae. and thank you rin for coming down with me.” you say, trying to please both of them.

“how sweet of you to say that.” sae cooes, particularly in jab to rin. they’re both standing at the bottom of the stair case, looking up at you. what in the world was going on with them tonight. it felt almost like…a competition.

it couldn’t be that they were both pining for your attention, could it be?

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subastian-swallows · 9 months

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Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire

CHAPTER FIVE: DAMAGE IS DONE

★ Chapter four

Chapter six ★

Pairing: Sebastian x YOU x Ominis - Love triangle?

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Angsty, Forbidden love, rough SMUT

Summary: A series of fluffy, angsty, heart-breaking moments between you, the reader and Ominis/Sebastian — where you figure out that ever since that day, Ominis allowed you into his heart, he has been completely in love with you. Slight problem, you've eloped with Sebastian and are now raising your daughter.

Side note: Ominis and Sebastian became Aurors after graduating — let's just say they both had enough experience in that department to be great fits. You, the reader, are currently a stay at home mom — a housewitch if you will. BUT don't be discouraged, you are a great asset to supporting your husband in taking down those that deserve it.♡ •ᴗ•

Ominis hadn’t expected to see Sebastian that night, although truthfully, he never did see anyone. And yet, when the inn’s door slammed open, allowing the chilled breeze of spring to slip into the shabby building — Ominis already knew who it was, even before he was dragged from his chair and thrown against a wooden beam.

“What do you think you’re playing at?” Sebastian asked, or practically hissed as Ominis simply lifted up a hand to the sudden chair screeches of those around them, unsure if they wanted to step in and when Sebastian scoffed and tightened his grip on the blonde man’s shirt, Ominis simply reached for his hand, “was this your plan all along? To try and steal her from me —”

“Sebastian, I must apologise — but, I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

Sebastian responded with his fist first, connecting it easily with Ominis’ nose and when the blonde man’s head cracked against the wooden beam, Sebastian simply yanked him forward again — giving him little chance to react, “that’s all you’ve got to say? How pathetic, Ominis — you haven’t changed a bit.”

“You’ve yet to explain to me, what I’ve done Sebastian?” Ominis said, lifting a hand up to wipe at the blood coating his upper lip and as if that only angered the brunette further — it didn’t take long to feel himself being dragged outside, “do you plan to just hit me, until you feel better? You and I, both know of a quicker way to do this —”

“You don’t deserve anything quick, you deserve to suffer.”

Ominis felt the ground first, before Sebastian was on him. And for the first time since their fallout, it was as if everything that had built up over their friendship — was coming out with each punch Sebastian threw. But truthfully, Ominis did have an idea on what had happened or perhaps, he only assumed it had something to do with you — and so when Sebastian finally let go of his shirt, letting him drop against the ground, all he could do was make sure he still had all his teeth. It was clear that Sebastian wasn’t finished. His short, rapid breaths had now cut through the silence that filled the space around them and as he moved to grab Ominis again — the blonde man, simply let it happen.

“Why aren’t you fighting back?” Sebastian asked, his voice filled with hatred as he shook his once best friend by the shirt, Ominis continued to do nothing and although this only continued to anger Sebastian further — he wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of hitting him back, even if he did deserve it, “do you think this makes you better than me, Ominis? Perhaps you've forgotten why you’re here? Was it ever about Anne — or did you simply return into our lives to seduce my wife?”

“Seduce…? What are you talking about, Sebastian?”

Sebastian scoffed and swung once more, hitting Ominis square in the jaw and when the blonde man spluttered and spat the blood from his mouth against the ground, Sebastian almost growled, “you can act dumb all you like Ominis, but I’m more than aware of what’s going on here. Just because you’re inside her head — doesn’t mean you’re going to take her away from me, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Inside her…head?” Ominis asked, his thoughts trying to decipher what Sebastian was referring to and it was only after he recalled his morning with you, that it was as if a lightbulb had switched on and he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at it all, “wait…don’t tell me, did she say my name? Did she say my name…while you were fucking her?”

“Shut your mouth, Gaunt.”

Ominis smirked at the venom that dripped off the way Sebastian used his last name, as if he was trying to use it as an insult and although Ominis hated being connected to his family, it wasn’t enough to cause him the pain — Sebastian had tried to incite in him and so he suddenly gripped the brunette’s hand, “I’ve hit a nerve? So, she did call my name? Now it all makes sense as to why you’ve stormed in here like a child, who's just lost their toy —”

“I said, shut your mouth,” Sebastian said, throwing Ominis against the ground now, before he stood up and pulled out his wand — his hand shaking and bloody as he raised it towards the blonde man, pointing it directly at his chest, Sebastian closed his eyes as if he was preparing himself for what was so close to happening, knowing well, in that moment a part of Sebastian truly did want to kill him, “...stay away from us, you hear me, Ominis? You missed your chance, you don’t get to come back now and ruin things for me. If you refuse this, I will kill you —”

“Sebastian, what do you think you’re doing!?”

You seemed to have managed to arrive just in time, dashing towards the scene unfolding outside of the tavern, but it’s only after you pushed Sebastian out of the way — catching him off guard, that you gasped at the sight of Ominis on the ground. You had left your daughter in the hands of Madam Davenport again, who would often step in when you had to step out — and as you quickly ripped the top layer of your skirt and dropped down to the blonde man’s side, you desperately tried to ignore Sebastian’s taunts.

“After everything, this is how you want to fix things?” You asked, twisting slightly to glare up at Sebastian only to notice just how bloody his hands were and you couldn’t hide the fact, that it scared you — his eyes quickly meeting your gaze, before he swallowed hard and looked away, “Ominis had nothing to do with what happened, Sebastian — nothing happened between us! I can’t believe you would hit him like this? Have you forgotten you were once friends?”

“We are no longer friends after this, that’s for certain.”

Ominis pushed your hand away from his face and stood up, leaving you against the ground—helpless and barged his way past Sebastian, his shoulder hitting the brunette’s with a purpose to show that he agreed, “I couldn’t agree more. Besides, can’t expect you to want to think of me now — knowing that your wife wishes to fuck me, right? I’ll enjoy knowing it’s lingering in your thoughts forever, Sebastian.”

“Say that again, Gaunt, I fucking dare you,” Sebastian said, his words practically a snarl as he twisted on his heel to grab Ominis’ by the collar and if it wasn’t for you jumping up and moving between them — he might have continue the fight, “so you’re defending him now too, are you?”

“What I’m doing is stopping this madness! We are together for a funeral, for Merlin’s sake.”

Sebastian finally let go of Ominis’ collar and when the blonde man continued inside, you scoffed and looked away from Sebastian — dusting down your skirt, before you headed for home. It was impossible to deny that you were afraid of Sebastian in this moment and yet, the sight of his hands bloodied and bruised — ignited such a warm feeling inside you, that you were unsure of how to handle it. You hadn’t noticed Sebastian following you, until she reached home, simply wishing to change your clothing before you picked up your daughter, but it was only after Sebastian grabbed the back of your skirt and pulled you back towards him — that you gasped softly with the action.

“Sebastian —”

“I don’t want you to talk — not about what happened or him, I just need you…” Sebastian said, spinning you around so that you were now facing him and it seemed that before you could even do anything — whether you would have denied him what he wanted or not, Sebastian gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss, “I’m going to fuck any thought of him — out of you.”

In the next moment, Sebastian’s hands travelled to the top of your blouse and ripped it equally to either side of your body, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He was not trying to be gentle, clearly still upset and although you felt nervous — there was a part of you that was so turned on, that you pushed forward to feel him touch you. Sebastian was perhaps being a little cruel, ignoring your silent plea to be touched as he crouched down to rip the rest of your skirt off you — leaving you completely bare and his for the taking. Biting back a moan as Sebastian directed you towards the sofa, your eagerness to be directed and ordered however he liked, seemingly doing nothing more than turning him on, you yelped softly — when he pushed over the side of it, your face now pressed against the cushions.

You always enjoyed Sebastian roughing you around a bit, the excitement it sent through your body — felt like waves of electricity and yet, today felt different. It was as if he was needing to relieve the anger bubbling up inside him and when you choked back a soft cry in pleasure — you felt his knee part your legs. Sebastian often got overheated, work being the main cause for it usually and that always left you to be the one to help calm him down — in any way he needed. But this time, his anger seeped out and morphed into a mixture of pain and hatred — but not for you, for the idea that he could lose you and to someone he once treated as a brother, so he was simply losing it all together. Feeling his hand slide down between your shoulder blades, along your spine and towards your ass, Sebastian gives you no time to hesitate before he striked you harshly — the loud crack mixing quickly with your moans.

“Is…there any truth to what he said?” Sebastian asked, but it was more of a growl as your back arched and your ass pushed towards him in response, his free hand now gripping unforgivingly against your hip — most certainly leaning his mark as you whined, before he strikes you again, making you cry out once more, “do you want to fuck Ominis?”

You feel your legs shudder at the impact as your face pressed harder against the cushions, Sebastian didn’t even allow you to respond or retort his question, before reaching forward to lift you up by your hair — his fingers tensing through it when you whimper out and shake your head, your mouth opening, “I-I…don’t, Sebastian — please, fuck me.”

“You think you deserve that? After you looked at me like…I was a monster?”

“I was just afraid — you scared me,” You said, breathlessly as he pulled your head back to see your face, your eyes looking up and noticing the intensity in his expression, so you moaned softly and swallowed the saliva — now building up in your mouth, “I just don’t want you to do something you’d regret...”

Sebastian could see the shift in your gaze as you looked at him, a mixture of neediness and concern—almost as if you were worried that he would leave you to whimper about naked and desperate, Sebastian tensed his jaw and leaned down towards your ear, unbuckling his pants, “you think I’d regret hurting Ominis? Perhaps…but that’s none of your concern — in fact, I don’t want you to even think about him, do I make myself clear?”

“He’s still my friend, Sebastian…or was, I don’t want to lose him —”

“You truly think that’s all he wants from you? I didn’t realise you were so innocent, or perhaps…you’re more foolish than I thought?” Sebastian said, pulling your head back further and moving his free hand to place his fingers into your mouth, pushing it open — before you moaned and suddenly felt his cock pressed up against your ass, “trust me when I say he doesn’t want to be your friend. He wants one thing from you and it’s the one thing he’ll never get — not while I still have air in my lungs.”

You had little chance to respond, with Sebastian simply shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth, inciting a wet moan to slip out and before you could squirm or do anything else — you could do little else, but cry out in pleasure as Sebastian pushed you back down against the sofa and slammed his cock straight into you. Your arousal from being handled so harshly, had done well to make you wet enough that he slipped in with such ease and yet, perhaps Sebastian might not have cared in that moment — except eventually he would and when you needed the aftercare you so loved, he’d give it to you, no matter how angry he was. The thrusting happened quickly and almost unkind as his movements pushed you roughly into the sofa — the action alone, forcing you to muffle your mewls of pleasure against the cushions.

But despite the forcefulness of his thrusts and the grip his hands now had against your hips, simply keeping you attached to him as he refused to allow you a moment to breathe, you suddenly gasped — when he pulled you up by your hair and moved his hand to your throat, “do you feel that? Do you feel my cock inside you? That’s the only cock you should ever need…and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“S-Sebastian…fuck, please —”

“Yeah I feel good, don’t I? You enjoy how my cock fills you up,” Sebastian said, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you moan, but not enough to hurt you — his other hand now pulling your hips down hard against him as his thrusts grew rougher, “tell me you only want my cock…tell me Ominis means nothing to you or…I won’t let you cum.”

You squirmed at his request, partly due to the fact that even Sebastian saying his name alone, caused his thrusts to grow so harsh — that you were sure your ass was now red and so you moaned as your fingers dug into the sofa, “Sebastian…I don’t —”

“Tell me…he means nothing or I’ll stop.”

“Please…don’t stop — fuck, Sebastian…I’m so close,” You said, or practically whined out as his thrusts slowed to almost a stop and when you attempted to push back against him, hoping to urge him to continue — his grip on your throat tightened a little harder, while his other hand striked your ass and waited for you to say it, so you did, “he…means nothing to me…nothing, now please, Sebastian — let me finish.”

The words were enough to drive Sebastian to continue his thrusting, to the point that he let go of your throat so your face now slammed into the cushions and your thighs hit roughly against the side of the sofa — and yet you didn’t care as your moans clearly showed how good it felt. Sebastian just needed you now, Ominis, the argument and the stolen moment, simply didn’t matter as he moved his fingers to tease your clit — only until the position grew unexciting. In a matter of seconds, Sebastian pulled out his cock with a low grunt and spun you around — only to pick you up quickly and thrust himself straight back into you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you squirmed, desperately for more.

You welcomed the new position happily, so you could watch Sebastian’s face when he reached his climax — but more than that, you were desperate to kiss him, to feel connected to him in every aspect and so you leaned forward as his thrusts grew faster. When your lips collided with his, you whined softly, feeling him consider pulling away — before he gave into the love he truly felt for you and quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue hot and just as eager. Eventually his thrusts grew sloppy, his grip on your thighs as he pulled you down towards him as he pushed up — you cried out in pleasure, when you felt him pull his mouth from yours and pressed your head into his shoulder.

“You’re mine.”

Feeling you gasp against his shoulder, Sebastian thrusted into you as deep as he could push himself inside you and dug his nails into your back as his release exploded — coating your walls and spilling out slightly, with the last few thrusts he did. You reached your climax shortly after, the feeling of his cock sliding his fluids against your clit — just hard enough to cause you to squirm as you cried out again at the sensation. Your body felt weak, the moment Sebastian stilled his movements and yet, refused to pull himself out of you, while you whimpered at your heightened sensitivity — the slight twitching of his cock still deep within you, causing you to whimper. You eventually tried to move, your legs growing numb around Sebastian’s waist, but he refused to let you go — his grip on you softer now and filled with that attention to the aftercare you always needed.

“Are you hurt? The blood on you…isn’t yours right?” Sebastian asked, perhaps much too late, considering if he had hurt you, nothing could be done about it now — but you shook your head against his shoulder, kissing his neck as he hummed and caressed your back, slowly taking you towards the bathroom, “I let my emotions get the best of me...did I go too far?”

“No…Sebastian, you didn’t.”

Sebastian kissed your shoulder softly and finally slipped his cock out of you, before he slowly supported you against the edge of the bathtub — his gaze looking over you as if he was checking how badly he marked you, only stopping when you pulled his face up to look at you, “I let him get to me, for that I must apologise for, but —”

“I promise you, Sebastian, nothing’s happened between us,” You said, leaning forward to kiss him softly, before he forced a smile and nodded, kissing you back — just enough that you felt satisfied and yet, when you whined, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you caressed his jaw, “you don’t have to believe Ominis…but I’d hope you believe me.”

“I just got jealous…and overheated, can you forgive me for that?”

You didn’t know what you felt anymore, the sensation of Sebastian’s body bringing you to your climax taking over every part of your mind, that should have been still upset with him for hurting his friend — and yet, all you wanted was him to hold you, to distract you from your lingering thoughts about another man, “can you stay with me?”

“I really should go get our daughter,” Sebastian said, his hands reaching forward to push the hair away from your shoulders — the action alone causing you to shudder, before he stood up and fixed his trousers, a soft smile forming on his face when you reached for his hands, “Madam Davenport will be wondering what’s going on —”

“Can’t you at least help me run a bath…please?”

Sebastian hummed softly and nodded, leaning down to kiss your forehead, before he rolled his sleeves up and reached behind you to turn on the tap — the soft sound of running water, now causing your body to relax completely, “would you like me to wash your hair?”

You can only nod as Sebastian helps you into the bath and you whimper softly, the warm water softening your skin — before you hummed happily, feeling his hands massage through your hair and so you closed your eyes. This is what your relationship was meant to be, what it was before Ominis came back into your lives and yet, now it seemed as if everything was changing — and you had no idea what was going to happen next.

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joshlmbrt · 26 days

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I NEVER THOUGHT I’D FEEL SOMETHING NEW | barista!d. lambert x r

w; none! this is honestly just pure fluff.

an; this is totally not inspired by @clemkruckinnie & i conversation about barista!dalton. totally not ….

Dalton’s late for his shift and now he’s anxious that he’s upset you - he definitely doesn’t want to upset you.

He’s been working at the café for a little over three months - close to four - and he’s moved on to making the coffee and lattes while some other new, poor soul works at the register.

His pace is quick, chin lowered towards his chest as he keeps his eyes peeking upwards, being sure not to bump into anyone on the way.

He stops out of the café, eyes landing on you from outside the glass door. He smiles to himself. His eyes dart towards the side, looking at a flower that had bloomed. He bends to pick it from the ground, before making his way in.

Your head turns and when you give him a small, teasing smile, he knows something sarcastic is about to spill from your mouth.

He remembers distinctly rambling to Chris about how he knew when you were going to do something based on how your face changes - “I’m getting sick of all this pining, Dolphin.”

“Nice for you to join us, Lambert.”

He gives a small smile, walking behind the counter. He steps into the back, placing his bag next to yours. He clears his throat to himself, spinning the flower by the stem between his fingers.

He steps out and holds his arm out. “Here.”

Your brow lifts as you turn your head, peeking down at the small flower. A small smile spreads over your face and you wipe your hand on the red apron that covers your outfit. You pick it from his fingers.

“Thanks, Dal.”

He shifts a bit, looking down at the spilled coffee beans. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“No. I’ve been busy as soon as I clocked in. I’m surprised I even got the apron on.” You laugh softly.

“Take a break,” He nods, lifting his hands and tying his hair back into a quick bun - some pieces falling and resting against his cheek. “I got this.”

“Oh, no, Dal. It’s-"

“Go eat. I got this, I promise.”

You let out a small sigh when your stomach betrays you, rolling your eyes at the pointed look the boy gives you. “Alright, alright. Fine.”

You walk past him, a whiff of perfume invading his nose, he smiles at the new scent. You’d always try out different ones at the beginning of the month - he’d never tell you he knew.

“You want anything?” You ask, stuffing your wallet into the back pocket of your jeans.

“No, I’m okay. Thanks though.” He nods, grabbing a warm, damp washcloth. He starts cleaning up the spilled mess of grind beans (he hates this but would easily offer to help so you didn’t have to do it).

“Alright… If you insist. I’ll be back in 20.”

“Take your time.” He calls after you. You smile to yourself, pushing the door open. You pause, glancing back and looking through the glass doors, watching as he wipes down the rest of the counters with a changed washcloth.

You hun softly, walking down the length of the sidewalk, twirling the flower between your fingers. Your dorm is close by, so you think you’ll stop by and drop it off so it doesn’t get lost somewhere in your jeans.

✿

You’d bought Dalton something for lunch anyway (really it was his dinner - because when he gets back to his dorm, he has a multitude of things to do). A turkey sandwich and smoothie since he hasn’t been drinking coffee that much anymore since the smell is lodged into his nose.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.”

You tear the crust from the triangle, shrugging. “I wanted too. You’d do the same.”

He nods, clearing his throat as he shifts on the chair. His knee brushes yours and you smile to yourself. Your eyes glance at a plain cup, tilting your head.

“Is that-”

He quickly grabs it, your hand shooting out as well. “I don’t want you to think I’m weird for… uh…”

Your brows lift slightly, a small smile on your face. “Drawing me?” You finish for him. It takes him a moment, but he nods hesitantly eventually. “I don’t think it’s weird.”

He looks over at you and he’s suddenly aware at just how close you both are. You suddenly aware as well.

“You…you don’t?” He clears his throat a bit, head tilting.

“No. I don’t. I always wondered what it would take to be drawn by the Dalton Lambert.” You don’t lose your playful teasing, no matter how flushed you are and how much you feel like you’re going to lean in more.

He snorts, shaking his head. His hand is still gripping the cup.

“Can I see?” You whisper softly. He blinks as he stares at you, nodding slightly before pulling the cup out from under the table and places it in front of you. You pick it up, examining the drawing of yourself in ballpoint pen - a real talent.

There’s also little flowers and some swirls to fill in the spaces he felt like was bare. “Can I keep it? Or were you going to?” You continue to spin the cup in your hands.

“You… want to keep it?”

“Why would I want to throw it away?”

He pauses because he wasn’t exactly sure why you would throw it away unless you found it creepy. “I…I don’t- just in case you thought it was creepy…I wouldn’t do it again.”

“I don’t think it’s creepy, Dal. I’m keeping this.” You hold it up by the rim, a small smile on your face.

“O-oh, okay,” He nods. You didn’t leave much room to argue. “Yeah. That’s fine.” He nods.

You grin. “Good. Because I wasn’t giving it back.”

When you get home that night, you place the cup on your nightstand, dropping the small flower that had already - sadly - welted, inside.

— @joshlmbrt 2024

thanks for reading! comments, reblogs, likes, requests, & feedback are deeply welcomed & appreciated.

#cherry writes ✿#dalton lambert x fem!reader #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert imagine #ty simpkins x reader

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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KiriBaku~Mutual Masturbation

Summary:

Bakugou refuses to admit he’s a bottom so they have a little competition about it.

Tags:

Kinktober 2020, Mutual Masturbation, Demisexual Bakugou Katsuki, Disaster Gays, Competitive Handjobs, Cum Eating

“Hey, Shitty Hair! Are you even listening?!” Bakugou yelled at his boyfriend who obviously wasn’t as he jumped.

Kirishima jumped from where he had been spacing off at his boyfriend. Bakugou had his hair clipped back which really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was yet here they were. The A/C was also out in the dorms thanks to Denki accidentally frying it, so between the sweat gathering across the blonde’s muscles, the flush on his cheeks, and the fan ruffling his hair well...Kirishima was only human and math was boring.

“Uhh, yeah Bakubabe, totally. Uh… something about trice-I mean triangles , right?” Kirishima laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he hoped Bakugou wouldn’t be too mad.

‘Trice-? ...This horny ass!’ Bakugou huffed. “That was twenty minutes ago you disaster gay!”

“But Bakubabe~!” Kirishima pouted. ”We’re literally dating, and you’re really hot! Literally!”

“Yeah, and?! You don’t see me spacing off at your muscles!”

Kirishima gave a toothy smirk now, “Are you sure about that Bakugou? Didn’t Denki actually manage to land a hit when I was fighting Todoroki last week?”

Bakugou’s face was now red for another reason, “S-shut up, Shitty Hair! I-I just noticed you had a new move is all!”

“Mmhm~ Sure~!” The red head laughed as he stretched. “Whatever you say Bakubabe, but we both know you’re not dating me for my brains.”

Bakugou’s frown deepened, but for a different reason now. “Kiri… We’ve talked about this.”

Kirishima winced at the mood change, but tried to laugh it off. “Come on, babe. It was just a joke.”

“What we both know is that it wasn’t,” Bakugou frowned as he pushed his text book away, and pat his lap. “Get over here, Kiri.”

Kirishima pouted but wasn’t going to complain about his boyfriend’s sudden softness as he moved to sit in the blonde’s lap facing him. “It really was a joke this time.”

“Don’t care. The fact you have to say ‘this time’ is unacceptable,” Bakugou huffed as he hugged his boyfriend close. “What do I keep telling you?”

“Bakugo…”

“Kiri.”

Kirishima sighed as he slumped against the other, “Sorry, babe.”

“The hell are you apologizing for?!” Bakugou tried to pull back to glare at the red head.

“You were supposed to be tutoring me and I made it depressing,” Kirishima pouted, not letting the blonde look at his face.

Bakugou pulled back and took Kirishima’s face in his hands so he couldn’t hide, “Shut the hell up. You have not a damn thing to apologize for. You have emotions and insecurities. Big fucking deal. Showing them is one of the manliest things you can do.” The blush on his face was definitely from the heat. Nothing else.

Kirishima’s lip jutted out a little at being unable to hide, but he leaned into the touch. “How did I manage to snag you?”

“You exist.” Bakugou smirked as he placed a small kiss on the tip of Kirishima’s nose, making the redhead giggle. “And you’re kind.” He continued littering his boyfriend’s face with little kisses with each fact he listed.

“And you’re manly.” He kissed his forehead.

“And you’re strong inside and out.” He kissed his right cheek.

“And beautiful inside and out.” He kissed his left cheek.

“You put up with my shitty personality. Shut up.” He kissed his mouth when Kirishima tried to protest his own self dig.

“You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met, and a strong as hell quirk. Now if only it would protect that heart too.” He kissed the red head’s pulse to emphasize his point but also to hide his own embarrassment in the other’s neck. “Demi remember? If I fell for you it was way more than just your body. So stop talking bad about yourself. Got it?”

Kirishima gave a shaky laugh, “I don’t know Bakubabe. If this is my punishment I don’t know if I can promise that.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he felt the boy’s previously softening bulge start to grow again and nipped where he previously kissed. “Horny ass.”

“Ahh! G-guilty as charged. What can I say? I have a thing for soft Bakubabe.”

The blonde just rolled his eyes. He knew the dumbass was deflecting, but decided to let it go. Bakugou knew the red head would talk if he wanted to so wouldn’t pressure him if he wasn’t up for being vulnerable right now. “Yeah I can feel that. You’re poking me in the stomach with it.”

He could feel the other’s cheek heat up under his palm at being called out. “O-oh. You can?”

Bakugou hummed against Kiri’s pulse as he let a hand trail down his boyfriend’s chest. He caught a nipple on his way past and suddenly found himself on his back.

He would explode anyone who tried to say the noise he made was a yelp.

“Dammit, Kiri! You could’ve just said something, dumbass! The homework isn’t due for another two da-” He finally looked at Kirishima’s face and trailed off at the look in his eyes. Like he wanted to eat him alive.

“Sorry, Bakubabe.” Kirishima breathed, dipping his head down to claim a kiss much deeper than the pecks Bakugou was giving him earlier. “I know this stuff isn’t really your thing and I don’t wanna pressure you.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Idiot. I’m glad you’re supportive, but I think we’ve already established the emotional bond is there or we wouldn’t be in this position right now.” He would deny the color that rose on his cheeks until the day he died.

Kiri’s face softened, “Yeah. Yeah I know. I’d be in pieces by now if not. It just also calms my nerves to let you initiate instead.”

Bakugou looks at him for a second, “Is that why we’ve been dating since second year and haven’t gotten past blow and hand jobs?”

Kirishima looked away, “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Bakugou blinked then groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “You absolute, dumbass. Just...god maybe I should’ve let you read that notebook last year when stupid Deku thought he’d get back at me,” he grumbled.

It was Kirishima’s turn to blink, but in confusion before his horny brain helped him out for once and his grin returned to the wickedness that had pinned Bakugou under him in the first place. “Oh?”

A red eye glared into his own from behind Bakugou’s arm that was still covering his face. “Fuck you, Shitty Hair.”

His grin just widened as he dipped his head down to nibble at Bakugou’s ear, making the blonde’s breath hitch. “Hmmm, no I think it will be the other way around,” he hummed before nipping at Bakugou’s neck.

“Ngk! Wha- Huh? Wait! Did you just assume I’m bottoming?!” The blonde raged when his brain caught up, moving his arm to try and glare at his shark toothed boyfriend.

Kirishima pulled back so Bakugou could see his smirk, “You’re kind of a pillow princess, Kat.”

Bakugou would blame his blush on anger, “Fuck yo- Shut up!”

Kirishima was snickering but moved into a plank position to give Bakugou some space and avoid the elbow that tried to attack his side. “So how do you propose we solve this? ‘Cause I’m okay with bottoming the first round if it will make you more comfortable, but I really wanna top at some point, Kat.”

Bakugou just glared at him, “No more pussy footing around me with this shit either… Let me up for a second.”

Kirishima tilted his head, but did as his boyfriend asked, “Sure?”

Bakugou avoided eye contact as he reached under his pillow and pulled out the mentioned notebook, flipping to a page before shoving it in Kirishima’s face so he couldn’t see how red his face was.

Kirishima took the notebook so he could actually read it before his smirk returned, “So it was that kind of dream journal, huh?”

of his joggers. “I thought it’d be hot.”

“Dumbass,” Bakugou huffed as he pulled Kirishima down by his hair into another kiss.

Kirishima hummed happily into the kiss before moaning into it when he realized Bakugou’s other hand had moved down to start pumping his cock. “Fuuuck~ Katsukiiii~” he whined.

Bakugou smirked as he pulled him down to sit on the bed with him, “Now we should be about even, huh?”

“Meanie,” Kirishima pouted before spitting into his hand to return the favor.

“Yeah yeaaaah~! Fuuuuck!” Bakugou’s eyes squeezed shut as Kirishima began stroking him in return, clearly having more of an idea of what he was doing than the blonde.

Kirishima just hummed as he ran his thumb over the slit on his way back down, pleased with himself when Bakugou’s own hand stuttered.

Bakugou knew he stuttered but wasn’t going to give up either, ‘Okay so maybe I have been slacking.’

“Katsukiiii~” Kirishima exaggeratedly moaned into the blonde’s ear causing the blonde to flush. “Do you know how many times you’ve actually given me a hand job?”

“Tch, how the hell should I know?” Bakugou grumped, copying Kirishima’s movements, and being pleased with the resulting moan.

“Sh-shouldn’t be too hard since you haven’t. Sucked me off plenty of times but not once have you been the one to jerk me off. Something about efficiency, but I think it’s just ‘cause you like the taste of my cock.” Kirishima smirked as he sped up his pumps to a speed he knew Bakugou liked.

“H-huh? N-no I’ve definitely- Fuck~” Bakugou wracked his currently hazy brain only to come up blank and not just from the attention Kirishima was now giving his head. “Fuuuck~ Eiii~” he whined.

“Hmmm? Reme- ahhh~ remembered now did you?” The red head stuttered when Bakugou copied his earlier action of swiping his thumb over his slit. “Not that I’ve been complaining, babe. You certainly know what you’re doing with that mouth of yours.”

The flush had reached Bakugou’s ears by now as he panted, biting his lip to choke back moans. “Shu-shut up, Shitty Ha-Ahhhh~”

Kirishima had moved down to play with his balls as he bit the blonde’s ear lobe. “I don’t think I will.” He hummed, sucking and biting a sizable mark into Bakugou’s neck, just under his ear.

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima’s shoulders now as Kirishima continued to mark him and pump him to the edge. “Eijirooou~! Fuuuck! Please. Fine. You win. Just finish me oooooff fuck!” He dug his fingers back into the red head’s hair as the other nipped at his pulse and gave a squeeze at his base.

“With pleasure, Kat.” Kirishima groaned when his boyfriend pulled his hair before he pulled the blonde into his lap once more and took both of them in hand, chasing both of their orgasms.

“Ahhhh~ Eiiii~! Fuuuck! God! I should’ve let you read the stupid book the first time! Ahhhh!” Bakugou buried his face in Kirishima’s neck, biting down where his neck and shoulder met to keep his volume down.

“Fuck! God Kat! I got you, babe. Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so good later. Gonna completely ruin you.” Kirishima continued to ramble as he squeezed near their bases, bucking their hips together.

Bakugou moaned into Kirishima’s shoulder, determined to at least leave marks of his own if he couldn’t win as he bit and sucked along Kirishima’s bronzed skin.

“Shit, right there, babe.” Kirishima groaned, loving Bakugou’s marking as he continued to pump. “God, I fucking love you. You know that. How did I get so lucky. Fuck, Kat, you’re so good.”

Bakugou whimpered at the praise, tugging at Kirishima’s hair again in response, knowing he’d know what it meant.

Kirishima groaned, leaning into the treatment before leaning back in to sink his teeth into Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Ahhhh~! Eijiroooou~!” Bakugou threw his head back, moaning loudly at the bite as he came hard over Kirishima’s hand and their stomachs.

The sound of Bakugou coming undone at his hand and mouth did Kirishima in as he thrust a few more times before painting their stomachs as well.

Bakugou’s head fell back against Kirishima’s shoulder as they sat there panting through the post orgasm high. “Fuck…”

“Yeah,” Kirishima agreed against Bakugou’s shoulder, feeling around on the bed for the shirt he knew was tossed up here.

Bakugou eventually grew annoyed at Kirishima’s moving around, just wanting to rest so sat back up and grabbed Kirishima’s hands. “Stop moving, dumbass.”

“But we gotta clean up before we can cuddle,” Kirishima pouted.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow before remembering something the redhead said and smirking. Red eyes locked together, Bakugou brought Kirishima’s cum covered hand to his mouth and started slowly licking it clean.

Kirishima’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he watched the sight before him. He winced when his still sensitive dick twitched in interest, but made no move to stop the blonde as he worked his tongue around each finger.

‘Hmmm, damn him for being right.’ Bakugou thought to himself, not realizing his eyes had closed until he opened them to look Kirishima in the eye once more before moving down his lap to start cleaning the red head’s abs.

He didn’t make it very far before he once again found himself on his back with dangerous red eyes boring into his own.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima panted. “...I think you should stop. We just came but if you keep that up I can’t guarantee a round two won't happen sooner rather than later."

Bakugou blinked up at him before smirking. “Well then, Shitty Hair. I guess it’s a good thing my neighbor’s requested room changed after last year ‘cause you did win after all.” The blonde hummed, reaching up to tug Kirishima’s hair once more.

Kirishima groaned loudly, “Fuck. How did we make it over a year?”

“You’re the one that pussyfooted. Now get down here and make up for lost time.” Bakugou smirked wickedly.

Kirishima’s grin turned feral as he leaned down to kiss away the blonde’s smirk. “Don’t get mad at me when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“I’ll be pissed if I can, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou groaned, kissing right back.

Aizawa received a room change request from Bakugou’s downstairs neighbor the next morning.

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #bnha #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #smut #demisexual bakugou

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sebbywrites · 1 year

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Rain (Dirk x gn!Reader)

Summary: Just a cute little one shot of Dirk and a gn reader centered around the monsoon season :)

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It was raining again. It had been raining for the past week with almost no break, which was unusual for your desert home. Granted, your neighborhood was a good 30-minute drive from the rest of the city in a more mountainous part of town with no street lights and full of hicks, so your house usually got more rain than the rest of town.

You inherited this property from your parents, your siblings had all moved out of state and had lives of their own, so they were content with you taking care of the house.

You had always liked the rain, given you were raised in a city with very little of it to start with. The smell of the creosote bushes and the sound of the water droplets hitting the desert floor calmed you.

To keep yourself company, aside from the tortoises that you inherited alongside the house (they weren’t very, uh, social) and your two cats, you adopted an Australian Shepard named Strawberry. Kitty and Karma were skeptical at first, but came around eventually.

Right now though, you were sitting on your back patio drinking a cup of warm tea by your propane fireplace. It was nice to finally relax from your day at work. Strawberry was curled up at your feet, too afraid to go out into the yard because of the rain.

Your favorite pair of brothers were supposed to fly in from their Texas apartment next week. As much as you loved the rain, you really hoped the storm system would pass by then.

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timaeusTestified Today at 7:27 PM

What are you doing rn?

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:28 PM

why don’t you ever change your server nickname

i’m on the back porch

why

timaeusTestified Today at 7:28 PM

So you’re home

Good

Can you open up, it’s fucking raining out here.

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:29 PM

hat

You and Dave are here???

Fucking

Hold on

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You rushed to open the front door, not really caring what his response was because you already knew.

You stared at the two blonds on the covered front porch in absolute disbelief. They were both drenched like they walked over in the rain, which they probably did. Rideshare services only ever went to the end of the paved road, which completely misses your house as your street was just dirt and loose gravel.

“.....What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dave slapped the back of his brother’s head, knocking his triangle shades askew (“Dude!”). The exhaustion and exasperation were clear in his voice as he pointlessly asked Dirk if he remembered to tell you their flight was changed. Obviously, he did not.

“Roxy had to change our flight to an earlier one, and this one-” he glared at his brother pointedly- “was supposed to text you about it.”

The rain had started to pick up just as you ushered the brothers into your house. Strawberry didn’t bark at them, luckily, but because she was still only 3 years old she was excitedly jumping and sniffing around.

“Fuckin idiots, you should’ve called me to pick you up, I’ve been home for hours!” you grumble quietly while trying to push Strawberry away.

Dirk sheepishly while adjusting his sunglasses to sit correctly on the bridge of his nose, “Sorry, (Y/n)...”

“Never mind that, both of you need to go take warm showers. Now.”

“Yes ma’am!”

You stared blankly as they ran off in different directions. They had both stayed over enough that they might as well have lived here before you did, so they knew their way around.

The younger two Striders’ parents were never around because of work, and their older twin brothers (both were only ever addressed as ‘Bro’ so even now as an adult, you had no idea what their names were) were horrible at guardianship. When they were 8 and 10, their brothers finally got legal guardianship over them and promptly moved to your city for college. The boys became quick friends with you at school and would stay the night a lot before they moved back to Texas at the end of the 8th-grade year.

But enough back story, that isn’t what you’re here for.

Seeing as your boys were taking their sweet ass time in the shower (probably using up all of your favorite soaps, to be honest), and you hadn’t eaten since you got home many hours ago, you got started making a simple chicken noodle soup.

It was suiting since the dry air mixed with rain for the past week just made everyone cold. Especially since your house was solely tile, apart from the occasional accent rug in some of the (rather large) rooms.

Once the vegetables and chicken were done, you added the broth to the pot and turned the heat down. Satisfied with how it was going, you turned your attention to their half-open luggage still sitting in the entryway.

You set their things into each of your guest bedrooms for them- who are you kidding, these were their bedrooms; They both decorated them as they saw fit after the 5th consecutive month-long fly-out to visit you. There was no such thing as a guest bedroom in this house. Unless you decided to convert your office space back into a bedroom, and you really didn’t want to do that. Both rooms were furnished with a full-size bed, a desk with a complete setup, a 50-inch wall-mounted TV, and whatever else the two decided they needed in their rooms.

Dirk and Dave returned to the open living space from their much-needed showers to see you curled up on the couch under a blanket eating your soup and watching something on the TV.

You took notice of them, of course, sending them off to get their soup before they joined you.

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Everyone had long since bid each other goodnight, and yet at nearly 2 in the morning, you sat up in bed abruptly, scaring off your cats who lifted their heads in surprise at your movement. You would usually be found asleep by now, but for some reason, you just couldn’t tonight. Not even the gentle pitter-patter of the rain droplets on your windows could lull you to sleep.

This is what I get for forgetting to buy another bottle of melatonin, you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself out of bed to go brew a cup of chamomile tea.

You just set your cast iron teapot on the stove to heat the water when a phone flashlight nearly blinded you. The owner of said light moved it towards the floor once they noticed you squinting at the brightness.

“Sorry... again,” Dirk chuckled. “What are you doing up?”

His iconic triangle shades were left on his bedside table, leaving you to stare into his bright orange eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to make some tea,” you stated. “What are you doing up Mr. I couldn’t sleep the entire 2-hour plane ride? If anything, you should be, like, in a coma right now.”

You and Dirk broke the beat of silence with hushed chuckles.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. He looked at the ceiling with a smile, thinking about it. “I guess I was just so excited to come back and it hasn’t worn off just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the teapot off the stove after examining the water with your phone flashlight. You put your teabag in to brew, as Dirk just stared at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t place. Content maybe? He did always say that this house felt more like a home to him than quite literally anywhere else he’d lived throughout his life.

Yeah. Content. It couldn’t be anything other than that, you thought to yourself bitterly as well as sadly.

You had no idea when it happened, or how, but you knew that you had been in love with the orange-eyed blond for some time now. Trying to distance yourself from these feelings only made you feel like shit, like you were keeping a secret from your childhood friend, but you could never gather up the courage to confess to him either. Once again, this is because he was your best friend.

“The rain is still going, huh?” Dirk spoke up, bringing yourself out of your thoughts.

You looked out the window on the backdoor, listening and watching as the rain poured down. It was barely noticeable from where you stood, but you could tell that the wash running through your backyard was flowing.

“It’s been like this all week, Dirk,” you smiled. “Did you even read any of my messages?”

He only hummed in response, accompanied by a quite obvious rolling of his eyes.

“So...”

“So...?”

“Um-” Hello? Dirk Strider never in his life started with an um. Is he nervous- “You can totally say no, but... can I.... hang out in your room tonight?”

Pink dusted itself over his freckled cheeks and his eyes started darting around nervously. He was looking anywhere but at you. You stifled a giggle as best as you could (he still heard it and by god, her laugh is gorgeous) before telling him you didn’t see a problem with it.

Your LED lights illuminated the room when you turned them on before you lowered their brightness to a soft glow.

“You can sleep in here, too, if you want,” you said when he noticeably jumped at the sound of thunder reverberating through the house.

“Thanks...”

It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the two of you drifted off to sleep. Half awake, Dirk pulled you close to his chest and tucked your head under his chin as you lay under the covers. Unknowingly, you snuggled into his warm embrace (seriously, he was like a human space heater).

It all felt so natural to him, like he’d been doing it forever.

He absentmindedly feathered a kiss to the crown of your head before he drifted off to sleep himself.

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Waking up in Dirk’s arms and the smell of his cologne was a frightening (for 2 seconds while you gathered your bearings) then pleasant experience. It almost pained you to pull yourself out of bed, but given that it was just past 11 am and you had a sleep schedule to keep for work, you had to. You gently removed Dirk’s arms from around your torso and got ready for the day.

You knew that the Striders had planned to be your roomies for a month, and given that your house was beginning to dwindle on supplies you should probably go to the store for groceries. You made a quick list of what you needed to buy before heading out - not without a note stuck on the fridge, of course.

Just as you closed the garage, Dirk woke up to an empty bed. He laid there for a good 20 minutes trying to fight off waking up so he could go back to dreaming, but alas, the morning called.

Dave also staved off his brother’s sleep by making an absolute racket in the kitchen a few feet outside your bedroom door, but I digress.

“G’mornin’....” he groggily stumbled into the kitchen. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Shoppin’, if the rain doesn’ make traffic too bad I’d guess she’ll be home pretty soon.”

Kitty circled around Dirk’s legs, rubbing against him and meowing.

“I jus’ fed her and Karma, fuckin’ whore,” Dave said in irritation. Since Dirk knew his brother loved cats, especially these two, he knew there wasn’t any actual malice behind his words.

“Aha!” Dave shouted in glee, almost startling Dirk off his chair at the island. “I finally found where (Y/n) hid the Life!”

Dave made bowls for the two of them and began pestering his brother about being in your room.

“I knew you had a crush on her but I never took you for a snooper,” he teased.

“I wasn’ snoopin’, asshat. (Y/n) let me sleep in their bed last night since we both couldn’t sleep, and the thunder got bad.”

“And yet I slep’ like a baby.”

“Yeah, well, I got attacked by the fridge full of swords more than you did.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot who never learned not to open the fridge.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Dave looked at his brother seriously all of a sudden, his teasing laughter ceasing near immediately. Dirk glanced back at him in surprise.

“What?”

“When are you goin’ to tell them?”

“I-” Dirk was interrupted by the sound of the garage opening, and your car pulling in. He glanced at the garage door for a moment before answering his brother.

“Soon. I think.”

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That evening, Dave convinced the two of you to have a movie night. Halfway through whatever it was you were watching (Dave picked, it was some indie movie his boyfriend liked), you could feel yourself beginning to feel sleepy. Dirk took notice of you starting to nod off and let you rest your head in his lap; he started to absentmindedly play with your hair, which only made you fall asleep faster.

Not that you could see it, but Dirk was smiling softly with pink dusting his cheeks once more. A few minutes of playing with your hair later, he too began to feel tired. He adjusted the position you were in to where he could lay back on the couch with you held firmly to his chest, your legs tangled together.

By the end of the movie, you and Dirk had fallen asleep cuddling on the couch (Dave was really the only one watching it anyway, so it wasn’t like it was hard not to).

It was late into the night by the time you woke up, still snuggled into Dirk’s chest. Dave had long since turned off the TV and gone to his room to video call Karkat. It was just the two of you.

You inhaled heavily, before gently untangling yourself from the blond’s grasp after a few minutes of soaking in the moment. Your hunger pains trumped cuddling with the man you were deeply in love with.

You had decided to just make dinner for the three of you. The storm started up again as soon as the food was almost ready. You looked out the windows to the back porch, watching the torrent of rainfall onto the desert landscape of your backyard. It was really coming down hard now.

Dirk finally sat up from his spot on the couch to look over at you, unknown to you. He stared at you, completely enamored just at the sight of your bedhead and tired eyes gazing out the window at the rain.

You caught his gaze when you turned around to grab serving dishes from a cabinet.

“Good Morning sleepy head,” you smiled. “Dinner is ready, could you go let Dave know?”

Dirk swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly tasting like cotton. Should I..?

“Dirk?”

“Can I... talk to you?” The orange-eyed blond flicked his uncovered eyes from you around the room, nervousness practically oozing from his awkwardly stood form against the back of the couch.

“Talk to you...?” you mumbled. “Sure, I’ll, uh, grab my shoes and we’ll go outside.”

Dirk took the lead walking out back. He led you down the stone pathway from the porch and to the gazebo. Why did he want to walk out there when it was raining (well, sprinkling now, desert storms die down quickly), you had no clue.

“What’s up?” You asked. “You seem... weird. Is something wrong?”

Quietly, Dirk lit the oil lamp on the table under the gazebo. Raindrops made a soft pitter-patter, then dribbled down the steel roof.

“I- this is probably a bit blunt, but I wanted to confess to you,” he once again flicked his eyes around.

....

“What did you want to confess?”

You could feel your own nervousness start to bubble up. You tried to observe the man in front of you, wanting an answer from his body language for your question. You took note of the raindrops in his spiked, blond hair, and how the light from the oil lamp made his gorgeous orange eyes shine like neon signs in the dark of the rainy night.

He was gorgeous, meaning he was way out of your league, and in no way meant ‘confess to you’ as in ‘I am in love with you’.

Right? Right!?

“I know you know what I meant, (Y/n),” he deadpanned.

You swallowed the spit that accrued in your long moment of thinking, still nervous.

“You.. You love me?”

“I... Yeah, I love you, (Y/n).”

There were no more words that needed to be said. The two of you simply gave each other a look that confirmed the thoughts both of you had. The feeling was mutual. For years, the two of you had been pinning for each other, and finally, one of you had said something.

Dirk moved to put his hands on your waist, his lips barely brushing past yours. “Will you give me the honor of being yours?” He whispered.

An absolute blushing mess, you whispered back, “Only if you’ll let me be yours.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

And so, the two of you kissed under the palely lit gazebo in the soft desert rain.

#dirk strider x reader #homestuck #out of character #very much so #gn y/n

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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Court Of Darkness Slander

He didn’t do anything but- I’ve been holding the urge to not bully him for a fucking month now everytime he pops up on screen.

Bro looks like he uses the Pythagorean theorem to solve puzzles.

Bro looks like he can’t take a joke without going; “Actually 🤓🤓☝️”

Goofy ass voice. Bro giggles like someone was holding his nose, he sounds sick all the time.

He says scrumptious everytime he eats his dry ass chicken after a long day.

Bro is the only non toxic mf in the whole family and they still don’t pay him any attention and the only time his own momma be paying attention to him is for a scheme.

Bro would apologize to me if he saw this post with tears in his eyes like he did something wrong.

Look at bros earrings- IT LOOKS LIKE A CLIP ON-

Bro kinda built like an Edgar from school; “No quema cuh”

Look at his goofy ass hair, it built like Light Yagami, Shane Dawson or Justin Bieber.

That’s why the Avari brothers be a whole ass boy band.

Bro walks like Coralines dad, he has his whole ass neck out when he walks.

Bro would correct you on a math problem and when he corrected you it was actually wrong when the teacher corrects you so he unintentionally set you up for failure.

He looks like he’d be good at roller skating and bad at ice skating

He looks like he would go to school on a scooter and park it outside of a bush just for it to be stolen.

Bro can’t even put on a jacket correctly bitch always has one arm out.

How tf does Aquia have a route after Assper?

He looks like he’s allergic to sunlight and carrots

He looks like he’d say sorry after being sick

He looks like he’d try to change his whole personality to get along with Guy but Guy still doesn’t hang out with him.

He looks goofy asf “OH OH OH I KNOW YOU LOVE ME-“

Bro would call you a silly goose.

He would say “teehee”

He has a high pitched sneeze.

His head is built like an AirPod.

His nose is built like an obtuse triangle

Bro is an angle

I can’t explain why, but he knows everything about the Kratt brothers

He would start yelling and crying is Guy called them the “Crap Brothers”

He’s a theater kid

He’s the family therapist

He would start yelling and screaming and throwing shit if I made one mean comment about Guy

He looks like he would cry in that one Disney film “the ugly duckling”

He looks like that one post of the lady who thought she was worshiping Buda but it was actually a shrek statue

He looks like he thinks he got AIDS from

High fiving a girl

His bro got more bitches

Aquia has NO bitches

He looks like his breathe smells like mints. Like a strong smell of fucking mint

He also likes to sit down and smell gasoline because to him it smells delightful

He looks like he would do the “👉👈”

Everytime he brings home a friend they ditch him to go hang with Guy or Zev

When he’s nervous or bashful one of his hairs pop out of his head straight up like in the little rascals movie

#court of darkness #aquia avari #I’m not sorry #court of darkness slander

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the-irreverend · 1 year

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Have you always wanted to learn to draw heads but have a deep-seated fear of circles? Then this is the tutorial for you!

When it comes to drawing the body (particularly the head), for some reason, I’ve always been averse to using round shapes. It’s just that, for me personally, circles, ovals, and the like are just too much of a hassle to draw because there are so many ways you can screw them up. Their deceptive simplicity hides the fact that it demands a puritanical level of precision and also that they don’t give you the same breathing space that you get when drawing triangles, squares, or other angular shapes as said angles allow you to rest a little and assess your progress. I know that’s probably not the case for many of you, but still, I’ve always found it way too easy to mess up drawing circles and ovals, which can distract me easily.

So I invented my own method for drawing heads, which instead uses a series of nice short and sweet curves that allow me (and perhaps you) to draw the head in a much easier fashion.

Step 1: The Face

So with that said, where do we start? In my opinion, the best place to start is the front of the head (face), getting everything from forehead to chin in a single neat curve. The reason I find it to be more effective than drawing a circle is that your stroke is shorter, meaning there’s less chance of making errors. Completing the face will also establish a foundation that puts you in a better position to map out the rest of your head. Additionally, if you want to use lines to pinpoint where the eyes or nose is, feel free to do so. I've just personally never really needed them.

Step 2: The Base

With the face dealt with, the next thing to do is to go to the base of the head, starting out from the bottom of the face and going all the way up to where you want the back of the neck to be. With both the face and the base mapped out, you’re now ready to take on (what I think is) the hardest part: the back of the head. But to better accomplish that, you’re gonna do something a little unconventional.

Step 3: The Neck

Instead of tackling the rest of the head, focus instead on the back of the neck. But rather than drawing the neck up to where the base of the head is, go past it and make a nice long curve that extends right up to where the forehead ends. Bizarre, I know, but I find this to be very helpful because it essentially indicates where the top of the head ends and where the back of the head begins. It also allows you to give a little measurement so you can see if the back of the head is too large or too small.

Last Step: The rest of the head

And with all that done, you can finish up your head, and whether you want to do the top and back separately or do them both in one single stroke is entirely up to you. Just do that; erase the excess back neck and VOILÀ!!!!!! You have a complete (side view) head!!!

#SO THAT WAS MY FIRST ART TUTORIAL!#HOW DID I DO?#art tutorial #art help #autistic artist #artists on tumblr #art tips #drawing tips #drawing help #drawing tutorial #drawing #head #artist on tumblr #drawing practice #tutorial #how to draw #drawing heads

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1lady-l · 1 year

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The Heatwave of ‘87

Chapter One

Eddie Munson X Reader

Steve Harrington X reader

Summers in Hawkins can almost be unbearable. Keyword almost, Steve Harringtons' pool helps that a little bit. Every day for the last week, the group would gather at Steve’s house and have your own party to beat the heat. The group all could gather at the community pool, but nobody wanted to do that; everyone had their reasons; mine was; with fewer people around, I had more opportunity to watch the men in front of me.

Eddie the freak Munson, looked like a god sitting at the side of the pool, hair dripping, beads of water rolling down his tattooed body. My eyes snapped over to the man sitting next to Eddie. Steve the hair Harrington wiped the water out of his face that Eddie had flicked at him. His laugh sounded like music. I could feel the breath hitch in my throat, thinking of the two men that I’ve been secretly loving for just about a year now. I was quickly brought out of your thoughts by a towel being thrown at my face

“Babe, dry up and stop staring” Robin smirked knowingly at me. My thoughts were secret, as in between me and my best friend, Robin. She knew everything about me, often better than I knew myself. Growing up, I lived next door to Robin and she has basically become my sister, I was the first person she came out to, and she is the first person I go to about anything and everything. I was the first person she told about her major crush on Nancy Wheeler. Naturally she was the only person I spilled my crush on Steve and Eddie to.

“Shut up,” I retort to Robin, quickly glancing at Steve and Eddie, who seem preoccupied with splashing one another in the pool.

“Do you think they have any idea?” Robin asks, nodding her head toward the boys in question

“No” I say sternly, making eye contact “and let’s keep it that way.”

“Come on, it might be fun… being in a love triangle with-“ Robin gestures towards Steve and Eddie

“I don’t want to ‘be in a love triangle,’ Robin. Besides, we don’t even know how they feel about me.”

“Okay, but what if they like you? Who would you choose?” Robin moves out of the sun and sits down on the chair next to mine

“Don’t even ask me that.” I laugh nervously at the thought of choosing. “Eddie is amazing, and as much as he doesn’t realize it, he’s a total babe, like seriously, the girls dig him… and Steve, the king of Hawkins, I mean he’s definitely softened up over the last year, but he’s always been so thoughtful and sweet” glancing over at the guys I catch Eddie’s eye, he does a goofy dramatic wave. Steve follows Eddie’s gaze to me and gives me the finger, winking when I make eye contact.

“Dingus isn’t Hawkins high King anymore; he’s some rich kid without a job. And Eddie is still weird as hell.”

“That’s because you have no taste in men,” I laugh, pushing robins shoulder

“Thank god, if these are my options, I’d be doomed.”

“You already are,” I state sarcastically, winking as Robin gives me two middle fingers.

“Damn, what did she do this time” Eddie jokes after seeing Robin flip me off.

“I didn’t ‘do’ anything.”

“She said I have no romantic prospects,” Robin chimed in

“That’s not true at all… I said she was already romantically doomed,” I stated, looking between Robin and Eddie. Eddie grabbed the towel from my lap and began to dry off, a few stray water droplets landing on my arm.

“Sorry Robs shes not wrong” Eddie joked

“You know what Eddie, you’re a terrible dungeon master” Robin appeared satisfied with her jab at Eddie, who stood there in shock and mouth agape. Dramatically eddie brought his hand to his heart and threw his head back as if he was about to faint.

“I can’t tell you how much you wound me Robin” he said dramatically, siting down on the end of my pool chair

“I told you after spending time with me you’d be throwing D&D language into causal conversation.”

“I can feel the weird rubbing off on me” Robin says, scrunching up her nose, Eddie shakes his head and sends water flying over me and Robin. Playfully I give Eddie a small kick on his thigh, just as the kick lands he lightly grabs my ankle, I feel a jolt of electricity pulsing through my body at his mere touch.

“Bad girl” Eddie looks deep into my eyes, it was only a moment, but that moment felt like eternity. He and tugs at my ankle pulling me legs over his lap. I attempt to push off of him but he quickly picks me up and walks towards the pool. I can feel his warm skin against mine, how his hands grip tightly on my back.

“Put me down” I yell

“What you say, Harrington? Throw her in?” Eddie asks Steve, who is relaxing on a pool floaty

“Hell yeah,” Steve shouts. Before I could object, I felt myself leave the grip of Eddie and fly through the air, landing with a huge splash that I’m sure looked just as uncoordinated as it felt.

I hear Steve’s melodic laugh as I break through the water's surface.

“You think this is funny” I ask smiling, swimming over to Steve and sending a big splash of water his way

“Oh you wanna play?” Steve eyes me mischievously as he rolls off the pool floaty and into the water next to me, Steve grabs my hips pulls me under the water. As I come to the surface, I look around but can’t see Steve. With a big splash, he pops up, sending water into my face. I begin to cough… maybe a little dramatically

“Shit, you okay?” Steve looks sincere as he places a hand on my shoulder. Locking eyes I give him a little wink before pulling him into a headlock. He struggles a bit and doesn’t break free, at this moment I know he’s playing me, he could easily break from my grasp. Sometimes I appreciate that he lets me win, other times, he’s not as nice. Just last week during movie night he pinned me against the arm of the couch and tickled me until I couldn’t breathe. Even in those moments where it feels like I’m about to be tickled to death on Steve’s couch I can look into his eyes and feel nothing but safety, Steve almost feels like home, no matter where you were or what was happening. One look into those hazel eyes and I’m home.

Snapping back to the present, I realized my grip had slightly loosened around Steve, at this point it felt more like I was hugging him from behind rather than putting him in a headlock. Steve wiggled his way out from between my arms and looked at me

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” He asks lightly reached out poking at my nose

“Do you ever feel like there’s so many options but you’re scared to choose Because you don’t know if it’s the right one?” One thing I’ve always loved about Steve is how open I can be with him, he never judges or minimizes your feelings. He’s the complete opposite of how people expect him to be, and I’ve always been thankful that I get to see that side of him.

“More than you know” Steve says with a small laugh.

“My dad thinks I have no future, he makes it clear that I’m aware of his feelings. Just yesterday he told me, well more yelled at me that I need to find a job because I’m ‘wasting space at home’”

“You’re not wasting space Steve” I say genuinely, reaching out giving his shoulder a slight squeeze.

“Thanks, but he’s right I do need to find a job, I just never know if I’m not the right track in life”

“Things happen for a reason. And hey, we’re hiring at Family Video, maybe you could apply. I’m sure Robin would *love* to work with you again” I smile at him, while I’m joking about Robin, I genuinely would love to work with Steve, but I can’t come off desperate and say ‘oh steve please work at Family Video so I can spend even *more* time with you than I already do’

“That’s actually a good idea, I’ll stop by in a few days, I’m sure you’d love to see me more often”

Sometimes it felt like steve could read my mind

“You should, plus when you’re hired, I could train you.”

“Oh so you can boss me around more than you already do?” Steve smiles

“Yeah pretty much… admit it, you love that idea just a little bit” sometimes, I surprise myself with how easily I can flirt with Steve and Eddie. While I love it, that feeling that it could all come crashing down around me is terrifying, especially being so torn between them.

“Nobody else id rather do it” Steve winks

“Hey dingus, she’s taking me home now. You done?” Robin cuts in breaking you and Steve from your conversation

“Oh come on Robin, five more minutes,” I pout, looking at her.

“No, it’s too hot. I need to sit in front of a fan and not move.”

“Yes, mom,” I laugh at Robin as I swim over to the edge of the pool and climb out

“That’s mommy to you,” Robin jokes as she picks my keys off the table and begins to walk away. I turn to see Steve and Eddie watching Robin, and I leave. It’s hard not to stop and just look and the two of them standing in their swim shorts. Before my mind wanders too far, I need to reel it in.

“Later, losers,” I yell back at them

“Hey, that’s not a nice thing to call your boyfriends,” Eddie yells

“Gross,” I say, hoping it comes across as more sincere than it sounded leaving my mouth.

My heart skips a beat thinking about what it would be like even to have the chance to be with Steve or Eddie. Two men, two unknowns, one nearly impossible decision, and so many things left to figure out

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Temptation - S2 (Ch. 1)

Where Maddie and Lila are back six months later, still managers of Stray Kids, navigating the world of incubi, and worse… Dealing with unexpected feelings

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Each SKZ Member/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Lila and Maddie)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content (a LOT of sexual content-please don't read if this makes you uncomfortable), Sex with multiple members (at separate times), Sex-to-survive (Incubi/Succubi), Desperation, Oral Sex (M-Given/F-Given), Fingering, Language, Supernatural Love, Excessive Drinking, Crack Fic, Age Difference, Slight OOC, Slight Angst, Love Triangle

Word Count: 4,661

Main Masterlist | Stray Kids Masterlist

COMPLETE

Intro Part 2 | 1 | 2

Lila and Maddie were standing in the living room together, attempting to have an important meeting with Stray Kids.

“Okay guys, we wanna have this discussion with everyone since we just had our meeting with Bam a few days ago-”

“Look, Lila-”

Han had a one-sided grin on his face leaning back on the couch beside Changbin.

“We’re good, right? I mean, we haven’t had an incident in almost seven months. There’s no point in even having this meeting.”

“Actually there is,” Lila said sweetly, smiling sarcastically right back at him. “Because this is supposed to be one of your biggest promotional periods you’ve had yet, and we want to make sure you’re prepared.”

“Yeah - top of the Billboard charts already!” Maddie exclaimed, shaking the white board she was holding. “Whoot Whoot!”

“Whoot Whoot!” Changbin and Han cried out together, Hyunjin, Jeongin and Felix giggling in their seats.

How they ever had any mature meetings with these guys, Lila never knew.

“Anyway!” Maddie yelled, still smiling a little as she pointed to Lila with a flourish. “Keep going bestie.”

Lila smiled at her best friend with a shake of her head- she was as goofy as the rest of them sometimes- before turning back to the group.

“Right, so we’re gonna follow the same procedures we’ve been following. Sunday is feeding check day, so make sure to come in and let us know what your plan is for the week; who you’re seeing, where you’re going, and what day of the week-”

“Yeah, and don’t be disgusting, okay guys?” Maddie added, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t need to know what you plan to do with the girl. In fact, I’d rather never know-”

Han snorted into the palm of his hand- clearly the perpetrator in this instance- and Changbin turned to him in disgust, whacking him over the head.

“What?” Han cried out with a laugh. “I thought she might wanna know.”

“Why would she wanna know that?” Jeongin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why would anyone wanna know that?” Hyunjin added, making everyone laugh.

He and Maddie shared a small bit of eye contact before she was turning away, giggling under her breath.

“Exactly,” she muttered.

“Alright guys,” Chan was sitting in an armchair off to the side, looking like he was trying not to laugh with the rest of them. “Let’s just- Lila. Go on.”

He smiled so charmingly at her, that Lila thought he might be trying to make her flustered on purpose, her face getting a little hot as her eyes hurriedly darted from his.

“Okay, so Maddie’s got the calendar right here, to give you guys a breakdown of everything you’ll be doing these next few weeks.”

Maddie shook the white board in her hands like a dancing dude with a sign before holding still, Lila pointing with a dry erase marker.

“We’ve got interviews, stages, promotional stuff like relay dances, extra vocal, rap, and dance lessons, physical therapy in between…”

“Are you still wanting me to let you know when I’ve booked the room for singing practice up at JYP?” Seungmin asked, raising his hand as if they were in school, looking at Maddie.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Guys, this schedule is tight, so if you’re gonna be anywhere out of the ordinary, we really need to know-”

“You mean out of the Oddinary,” Felix said with a teasing grin, winking at her.

It was such a corny joke that they all cracked up- even Seungmin and Chan, who had been doing their best to keep it together. After a moment, Felix was waving his hands, trying to calm them down.

“I know, I know, stupid joke,” he was smiling apologetically at Lila. “I’m so sorry, Lila, please keep talking.”

Lila was still giggling herself, and she rolled her eyes playfully before shuffling the papers in her hands.

“So we want you to drop your contracts in the folders outside our bedrooms like normal- No Han, you don’t need to knock, we’ll see it eventually-”

Han had opened his mouth, laughing again before snapping it closed.

“-and yeah I mean, that’s it as far as schedules go,” Lila finished with a shrug.

“Let’s just not be stupid,” Maddie said frankly. “We all know you guys need plenty of feeding to keep going, and with back to back performances and what not, it’s important to pay attention to yourselves.”

“Right, if you need it, go get it-” Chan added, all the guys turning to look at him. “We don’t need anyone being too drained to work, and it’s honestly, not good for you anyway-”

“Right, exactly,” Lila agreed with a nod.

The man turned to look at her, a flicker of purple in his eyes that had Lila’s nerves jumping beneath her skin. They shared a secret smile while no one was looking, and her stomach flipped a little, knowing why he was looking at her like that.

They already knew he was completely taken care of.

And there it was again- the knowledge that Lila was the only girl Chan had been with all this time. She wasn’t sure what it meant- did he really get the most energy from her?- or was there something more to it than that-

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me,” Changbin said, smirking a little at the two girls. “You know I always get it taken care of.”

“Do you?” Maddie asked, Hyunjin laughing in the background. “Aren’t you the one who almost broke our seven month streak?”

Lila giggled; she totally remembered that day.

They’d been at a small awards show, rehearsing for most of the day before the performance in the evening, and somehow Changbin had forgotten to schedule a feeding. Thankfully, one of the girls he knew in the area had been more than willing to come- Lila thought Changbin must be pretty damn good for the girl to rush over like that- and everything had all been fine in the end.

But still.

“Well, you definitely don’t have to worry about me,” Han said, so reminiscent of a peacock that Lila half expected feathers to start sprouting out of his back. “You know I’ve got Eunae now…”

And as much as Lila wanted to make a joke at his expense, she actually couldn’t this time.

Han really did have Eunae now.

Nothing was official; Eunae was just the stylist that’d been working with Han for the past year or so, and- as far as Lila and Maddie knew- they were doing nothing but fooling around.

However, she really did seem interested in Han; always smiling when he walked in the room, hooking up with him basically any chance they got, and sometimes the two of them would even talk together when they were all waiting to perform.

It felt like there was more going on there- like actual feelings- but Lila wasn’t one hundred percent sure how that worked.

Could incubi be in a relationship?

If anything, Lila thought that at least- whatever was going on between Eunae and Han- it would be highly convenient.

The make-up artist would be with them everywhere they traveled.

“So…”

Minho spoke for the first time, sitting on the other side of Changbin as he looked at Lila.

“If I run into a snag, can I just schedule with you, or? That’s not considered an incident, if it’s not an emergency back-up situation, right?”

He smiled slightly, completely relaxed as he looked at her, Lila laughing a little at the bluntness of the statement.

She supposed yes; if he needed some assistance, that was her job…

“How about-”

Chan leaned forward in his seat a little.

“-we just don’t get into a snag, yeah?”

There was an edge to the man’s voice Lila hadn’t been expecting, turning to him just in time to see a flash of red in his eyes before it disappeared. It was so fast, she thought she might’ve imagined it, but the room was a little quieter, a certain stillness in the air.

What the hell was that?

He’d looked angry for a second- angrier than she’d ever seen him- but then he was shaking his head, eyes a normal brown, sitting back in his seat-

Minho turned to Chan slowly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I mean, we all know it can happen.”

Chan was fidgeting in his seat, Lila watching him swallow hard before she was turning back to Minho.

“I just want to be respectful of your time, Lila,” Minho said.

It was honestly quite polite all things considered; there weren't a lot of chivalrous ways you could hook-up with an incubus in a time of need.

But Minho was attempting to be a gentleman- to ask her when she’s available if he actually runs out of other girls. Lila wasn’t sure how he would- he had so many- but he was at least trying to make things a little easier on her.

It was just an example of how much things had changed between the two of them.

Gone were the days of Minho not speaking to her; not letting her know what was going on or even really acknowledging her existence. He was kinder now- spoke to her often, actually- and was always communicating his schedule with her at all times.

They’d become the most unexpected of friends, and Lila had been pretty grateful. He seemed fond of her, and she liked it; it made her feel special.

“Well, thank you, Minho…”

Lila glanced at Chan again, the man now running a hand through his hair, eyebrows slightly furrowed-

“Yes, it’s a part of my job, so if you need me, you can let me know.”

Chan looked up at this, his eyes meeting hers for a second before darting away.

“What?” Han cried, looking playfully offended. “You never told me I could schedule time with you!”

“You don’t count,” Lila said, barely looking at him and shifting her papers again.

“Wha-”

“Neither do you Changbin, so you better get your life together,” Maddie joked, talking over Han before the man could say anything else stupid. “Because if you call, I’m gonna be busy.”

The room was laughing again, Changbin rolling his eyes as he grinned at her, and the tension that had momentarily enveloped the room after Chan called Minho out seemed to evaporate.

Lila glanced at the man again, but his features were smooth once more- a small smile on his lips as the rest of the guys laughed.

It was like nothing had happened.

“Okay…”

Maddie walked to the couch for a moment, placing her white board on the floor by Jeongin’s legs. They smiled at one another as she whispered a quick “Hi!” before looking away to adjust the board, making sure it didn’t fall over.

Jeongin was still looking at her, fixing a few strands of hair that had broken free from her ponytail. Hyunjin glanced over at the movement, eyes lingering for a second before facing forward once more.

Then Maddie was running back up to the front, the girls exchanging a smile before Lila was speaking again.

“Alrighty guys, so we have one more announcement…” she began.

“We were just told by Bam a few days ago that the manager assignments aren’t as strict as we thought,” Maddie explained. “It was just meant for Lila and I to divide the work evenly. But as far as back-up goes…”

“You can come to either of us,” Lila finished, glancing at her best friend before turning back to the guys. “If Maddie’s not here and you need help or vice versa, we’re all a team, and there’s no boundaries on that any longer.”

“Whoa,” Han grinned devilishly. “Wish I would’ve known that earlier.”

He was wiggling his eyebrows at Maddie, eyes flashing purple, and Changbin was smacking him over the head again, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, dude.”

Hyunjin snorted under his breath, and Maddie was also rolling her eyes, sighing heavily.

“Anyway,” Lila went on. “That’s everything. Any questions?”

Han raised his hand like Seungmin had and the entire group turned to him.

“Not you!” they all said together, everyone bursting into laughter.

Even Han.

Their meeting was done after that, the guys dispersing to other areas of the mansion or heading to practices. The room got quieter and quieter as Lila folded up her papers, Maddie beside her wiping down the dry erase board.

“You should make a picture on this,” she said, turning to Hyunjin, who was the only one left besides Chan. “Make like… a tiger or something.”

“A tiger?” Hyunjin asked with a laugh, raising an eyebrow at her. “Is that your favorite?”

“I mean, no, my favorite is a snow leopard, but I think the spots are probably too tricky for a white board-”

And then she was grinning teasingly at him.

“Bet you couldn’t do it.”

“Tch.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, getting up from his seat and pulling his phone from his pocket. He leaned a little closer to Maddie, smiling playfully right back at her with a flirty tilt of his head.

“Bet I just won’t make anything at all.”

He walked away, Lila giggling under her breath, Maddie huffing in annoyance, even with the small smile on her face.

“I hate him,” she announced once he was gone.

“No you don’t,” Lila quipped with another laugh.

Maddie spent far too much time with Hyunjin for her to believe for a second that the older “hated him”.

They laughed again before Maddie was glancing over at Chan, the man typing something on his phone, before her gaze was going back to Lila.

“Welp!”

She stood up with a loud clap of her hands, Lila watching and trying not to giggle again.

“I’m gonna go uh… fold the socks-”

Lila resisted the urge to smack her palm to forehead.

“-those have been um- needing to get done, so-”

Chan looked up with a grin, raising an eyebrow at her, but Maddie was already turning on her heel, heading straight for the laundry room.

She was clearly trying to give Lila and Chan some alone time, and the two giggled as soon as the door had shut behind Maddie, turning to look at one another.

“I don’t think she could’ve been any more obvious,” Chan teased.

“Yeah cross ‘secret agent’ off Maddie’s list of careers,” Lila added.

They looked at one another for a second, Chan getting up from his chair and glancing around the living room as if making sure no one was around.

Then he was taking her cheeks into the palms of his hands, holding her face, smiling gently at her for just a moment before kissing her on the lips.

It was just as exquisite as always- a little passionate, actually- a flood of lovely warmth coursing through her insides, leaving Lila a bit weak in the knees-

Chan pulled back, and Lila giggled, her burning cheeks still resting in his hands.

“What was that for?” she asked playfully.

“You did really well,” Chan said, looking proud. “You’re getting better and better at this whole manager thing.”

She smiled, feeling a little shy as she looked at him.

“Thank you.”

While she and Maddie had always been a team when it came to management, she’d been content to let the older do most of the talking during any group meetings. But- with the encouragement of Chan and Maddie- the two of them had convinced her to start trading off, so the guys knew that she was just as much in charge as Maddie.

Not that that had ever necessarily been an issue…

Chan was still smiling warmly at her, and where his hands sat, there was a weird tickle against her skin- like electricity again, but something else- before his eyes were flickering.

Brown, electric blue, brown.

As if realizing what happened, Chan was quickly taking his hands from her face with a nervous chuckle, Lila watching curiously.

“Well… I gotta go work on that song some more,” he said, pointing over his shoulder in the direction of his studio. “But I’ll… see you later?”

He was playful again, eyes normal brown, and Lila found herself nodding, wondering vaguely if she was going crazy.

“Yeah…”

She smiled, raising an eyebrow demurely at him- she knew what see you later meant- and Chan laughed lowly, taking a few steps backward.

“I’ll see you then.”

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Lila, Maddie, and the guys were all piled into a large, backstage room, getting ready for their first performance of all the songs off their new album.

She glanced around, spotting Felix and Changbin side by side in the makeup chairs, their stylists getting them all fixed up.

“Okay, Felix, I’m just gonna have you hold still, honey-”

“No problem, No problem; thank you.”

“Changbin, tilt your head to the left- the left-”

“Oh right, sorry-”

Changbin’s sheepish grin had Lila chuckling under her breath before she spotted Han on the other side of the room, Eunae running some gel through his hair.

He was saying something- something Lila couldn’t make out in the chaos of the room- but Eunae was giggling, pink dusting her cheeks when she smiled.

And when Han smiled back- his eyes darting up and down her face- the expression was… genuine.

It wasn’t his normal, one-sided, shit-eating, I’m-up-to-no-good grin that made Lila and Maddie roll their eyes on the regular.

No, his expression was soft- sweet even- and he reached up to fix a piece of her hair, saying something else to her Lila still couldn’t hear.

Seeing Han like that with a girl was…

Well, weirdly heartwarming.

Lila’s eyes moved to the stack of papers in her lap once more, using her pen to check off each contract as she went through them.

It had been about a week since their meeting with the guys about making sure they were well fed for the upcoming events. They’d been doing wonderfully- tons of contracts in Maddie and Lila’s folders almost every morning- and so far, things had been going rather smoothly.

“So, what movie do you wanna see?”

Jeongin and Maddie were sitting on the couch beside Lila, talking together about their upcoming plans for tomorrow.

“Hm… I don’t know,” Maddie admitted with a laugh. “Maybe… Sonic 2?”

Jeongin chuckled, sounding amused, and Lila glanced up in time to see him smiling at her, raising a teasing eyebrow.

“Sonic 2?”

“What?” Maddie was laughing again, shoving him a little. “It’ll be cool, right? Knuckles is in it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongin shook his head, still grinning. “Sounds pretty cool.”

He was clearly messing with her- Lila didn’t think Jeongin would care what movie Maddie picked, as long as they went together- and she saw her best friend pick at something on her shirt before looking at the man once more.

“We’ll have to get a big thing of popcorn,” she confessed. “A movie is never complete without it-”

“Duh,” Jeongin said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

They both laughed again, bumping their shoulders playfully together.

Jeongin and Maddie’s friendship had been developing since the girls had first started as managers, and only grown as the months went by. He seemed to really enjoy Maddie’s company; like her loud, goofy energy gave him happiness.

Lila could relate to that- she felt the same way about her best friend.

However, it was clear to Lila that there was so much more…

The way Jeongin looked at her- so smitten- or the way he laughed when he was with her; a little different than how he laughed when she wasn’t around. He was constantly fixing her hair, and speaking calmly to her when she was in a frenzy…

And Maddie too; she was giggly and shoved him a lot when he teased her. She was always looking away- like she was nervous- before smiling back at him a little softer than her usual, beaming grin. Jeongin calmed her probably more than she realized, and the girl seemed to sink into that a bit…

There was just something a little too romantic about it to just be friendship.

They’d been hanging out for a while, already going on a couple excursions just the two of them, and Lila wasn’t sure what that meant.

And she had a feeling, neither did Maddie.

“Hey, have you-”

“Fed?”

Jeongin looked amused again, standing from the sofa with a grin.

“Yes,” he answered, fixing the earpiece in his ear. “Don’t be so worried all the time, Maddie.”

The man was half messing with her, half serious, because this had always been a constant trend with the two of them; Maddie was always making sure Jeongin was fed, and he was always telling her he knew how to take care of himself.

“I’m not worried, I just…”

She trailed off, smiling at him.

“Okay. Great- just checking.”

Jeongin smiled back before walking away, Maddie watching him go for a second before turning to Lila.

“How’s checking contracts going?”

“Great,” Lila replied, looking up again to meet her gaze. “I’m about halfway through.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go around and check on everyone else, see if the stylists need anything or the guys forgot something-”

“So, Changbin?”

“Yeah,” Maddie answered with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “Changbin.”

They both giggled before Lila watched her best friend walk away, the girl passing by Hyunjin as she went.

He looked up instantly, eyes darting up and down her figure before catching her wrist, Maddie turning to him with an automatic, teasing smile.

“What?”

“Look, you gotta see this,” Hyunjin was using his free hand to pull up something on his phone.

“I’m busy.”

Maddie was kidding of course- she’d never been too busy for Hyunjin- but Lila watched as he ran his fingers up her forearm, caressing it gently as he looked up at her through his lashes.

“Please?”

And Lila knew her best friend didn’t have much of a choice with the man looking at her like that, watching Maddie’s whole body slacken a little, the girl sighing loudly.

“Fine.”

Hyunjin laughed, clearly amused by how quickly he could change her mind, and Maddie reached over, hitting him softly on the arm.

“Don’t get used to it.”

But of course, if anyone was watching besides Lila, they all knew that was a complete lie.

She sighed under her breath, because as great and romantic as Jeongin with Maddie seemed to be, there was something about Hyunjin…

Something caught her eye, and she turned, noticing Chan in the back of the room, laptop in his lap and headphones in his ears.

He looked so incredibly hot that Lila felt her breath catch a little in her throat.

Blue hair styled and a little messy, lifted off his forehead. A silver necklace hanging close around his neck. That damn cropped yellow turtleneck that looked sinful on him- Lila had nearly died the first time she saw it- the fabric just tight enough to show the definition of his arms and the broadness of his shoulders, the peek of his stomach near his pantline almost more than she could handle…

Chan’s eyes met hers, and his smile was immediate, eyes crinkling a bit at the corners as he looked at her.

She smiled right back, and she watched as his expression went slightly flirty, quirking an eyebrow, eyes flashing purple for the briefest of moments.

Like he’d known exactly what she was thinking in her head.

Even across the room, she could feel the air between them changing; the slight buzz of it tingling her veins as they held eye contact.

Lila’s cheeks burned, and she swallowed hard as she fought the urge to jump him right there in his armchair…

It had only been two days since she’d been with him, and already she wanted more.

Lila found herself remembering that night.

Chan texting her, telling her he “needed a towel” and he was in the shower already, could he bring her one?

Lila knowing exactly what that meant, grabbing a towel from the hall closet before practically running to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind her.

Chan smiling brightly when he saw her, Lila quickly taking off her pajamas, and the man pulling her under the hot running water.

Lila’s back against the tile surface, Chan’s hands sliding up her skin, whispering in her ear how bad he’d wanted her, how he couldn’t wait until he was done-

She’d been melting, she was sure of it, his incubus powers sending such fire through her veins it was almost too much, but then it wasn’t, her hands running through his hair as Chan started kissing down her body, lower and lower, his lips perfect, fingers gripping hard to her hips-

“Oh my god- seriously, Changbin?”

Lila jumped, hurriedly pulling her eyes from Chan as both of them watched Maddie lifting pillows from the other couches, Changbin right on her tail.

“They’re too small!” he exclaimed, lifting the rug and checking under it before following Maddie once more. “It’s not my fault-”

Maddie groaned in exasperation, moving to the accessories boxes, sifting through them quickly.

“It’s an earpiece, it can’t be big, and it’s your responsibility to keep track of it,” she said.

Minho was sitting in one of the chairs, looking up from his phone with just a ghost of a smile on his lips as he watched the exchange.

“I need a case,” Changbin defended, scowl deepening as he started pulling open drawers at a makeup station. “If I had a case, this wouldn’t have happened-”

“No, then you would just lose the case,” Maddie snapped, sighing before taking his hand. “Come on, let’s just- Maybe it’s in the other room where we were putting outfits together.”

Changbin let her pull him out of the room, looking a little guilty, and Lila giggled with a shake of her head.

Why was the man always losing things?

She checked the time on her phone, jumping when she realized how close it was to start time.

Looking around, Lila could see all the guys were dressed, styled, and ready to go, practicing lightly under their breaths or sitting together, laughing and talking about nonsense.

For the first time, she realized Seungmin wasn’t there-

“Hey.”

Lila jumped, Chan standing right beside the couch, grinning a little at startling her.

“Hey,” she breathed, her stomach flipping almost immediately when she saw him. “What’s up?”

“I’m gonna talk to the sound guys before we go on,” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

“Okay.”

Again, they shared lingering eye contact, his smile going a little softer as he looked at her.

“See you in a few minutes.”

Lila’s face was a little hot again, and she giggled before she could help it.

“See you.”

Then he was pulling his eyes from hers, walking away, and she was exhaling heavily, her heart racing in her chest.

Why did she have to fall so hard for an incubus?

She busied herself with the rest of the contracts- she had totally been distracted- listening to everyone as they started to warm up, clustered together, talking loudly.

The back door opened with a squeak, and Lila glanced up, watching Seungmin enter the room.

There he is

She was going to go look for him if she didn’t see him after she was done with the contracts.

He seemed to be looking for Lila, eyes roaming the room before falling upon her own, quickly walking towards her.

She set her stuff to the side, a little confused as Seungmin stopped at the sofa, looking nervous.

“Hey,” his voice was quiet. “Uh… Can I talk to you for a second?”

Her eyes darted between his own, watching him press his lips together, swallowing hard, fidgeting with the dangling necklace around his neck…

“Sure!”

Lila quickly stood from the sofa.

“What’s going on?”

To Be Continued...

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Prompt List

incase you want a little inspo...

Dialogue

“For fuck’s sake, guys! We’re NOT dating”

“You’re still the same person I fell in love with″

“Why would you prank me with something like that?!””

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that”

“You knew how important this was for me!”

“What did you do?”

“Oh shut the fuck up”

“Forget it, you’re not even worth it”

“Say that one more time and you’re done”

“Why? Why did you leave?”

“How could you hide something like that from me!”

“Now you wanna talk? Well fuck you”

“Just one drink”

“Hello? We’re in the middle of something”

“Oh how cute! You actually think I give a fuck”

“This means nothing”

“Don’t do it, please”

“This is so stupid” “and yet, you’re still here”

“So this was all a lie?”

“Hold up, you what?”

“I can do whatever I want, we’re not dating, remember?”

“You moved on, so did I”

“I can’t keep doing this

“Just be honest with me!”

“I’m not gonna sit pretty and wait until they break your heart”

“Just one more night, please baby”

“I wanna go home”

“Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”

“You broke my nose!”

“You’re not an angel either, angel”

“Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!”

“You’re nothing like them

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now”

“You’re in love with her/him/them”

“You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Love is overrated”

“I’ve missed this”

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“To be honest, I’m choosing not to listen”

“Don’t look at me. I’m a mess”

“I like you a lot. I just thought you should know”

“Can I tell you a secret? I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?”

Tthe last person who should be behind a wheel is you.”

“I don’t want to discuss my sexuality with you.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You can leave. They all do.”

“I love you.” “Why?”

“I remember practising how to ask you out in the mirror”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.

“You don’t mean that”

“Will you marry me?”

“They said what to you?? I’ll kill ‘em”

“I’ll pick up the check,” “we have a joint bank account?” “you’re welcome”

“say it again”

“I still remember the way you taste”

“are you really taking his side right now?”

“I’m not going to get sick baby, just let me hold you,”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you!”

“I need a place to stay”

“Shut up and just kiss me already”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“She/He/They’re a keeper”

“Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“How could you?”

“Are you cold?”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Eyes up here pal”

“You’re beautiful”

“I can’t help it”

“I’m gonna hit ‘em with my car”

“Don’t follow me”

“You’re killing me”

“Let me go”

“Kiss it better?”

“Don’t shut me out”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Warm me up?”

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem”

“Okay this is ridiculous”

“Dance with me, darling?”

“Can you even drive?”

“Your lips are soft”

“Are you high?”

"Why did you buy that?!"

Scenario/Tropes

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

NSFW Alphabet

Only One Bed

Mutual Pining

You’re the sibling of their Best Friend

Near-Death Scenario

Established Relationship

Firsts (kiss, sex, argument)

Games (spin the bottle, would you rather etc.)

How you Met

Drunken Confessions / Accidental Confessions

Fake Relationship

Types of Sex (car, phone, public etc.)

Soulmate!AU

Modern!AU

Historical!AU

Love Triangle

Miscommunication

Pregnancy

aaand, of course you can make up something of your own!

happy writing, and happy reading!

#prompt list #writing

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Movie Review | Desert Fury (Allen, 1947)

I’ve been watching some of the movies in the Noir in Color series on the Criterion Channel, and it’s been interesting to see how the use of colour (yes, I’m putting the “u” back in, leaving it out earlier was a great source of shame for me as a Canadian) has, ahem, coloured the proceedings. (And by watching, I mean sweatily binging titles before they leave at the end of the month, something I normally do later in the month, but the next few weeks are gonna be busy, so no time like the present.) In The River’s Edge and Inferno, they emphasized the survivalist aspects of their largely outdoor narratives. (The latter was also originally intended to be shown in 3-D, something that becomes apparent in the two-fisted visuals in the last act. I suppose it could have worked in black and white, but I’m not sure it would have had the same sense of spectacle. I should point out that both movies highlight how striking red hair looks in Technicolor, that’s a peripheral perk of the format.) In A Kiss Before Dying, the overly bright look of the movie forces a certain subtlety and sense of deliberation on the proceedings in a way that anticipates Purple Noon. (The other key takeaway seeing it now is that the casting of Robert Wagner is really on the nose and more effective than it likely would have been on its original release.)

Compared to those movies, this has a more classic Technicolor look, where even muted, earthier tones have depth and richness and practically pop off the screen. Where flesh tones, even in the dark, seem flushed, as blood rises to the skin and emotions come to a boil. There’s a resulting melodramatic quality that nicely accentuates the psychosexual charge of the proceedings. I’m gonna throw in a disclaimer that I’m going to attempt a semi-queer reading of the movie that will likely be dumbassed coming from a straight man, so apologies in advance. But you look at the central relationship of the movie, which isn’t just the attraction between Lizabeth Scott and John Hodiak, and not even a love triangle between those two and the blatantly heterosexual Burt Lancaster, but the tug of war between Lizabeth Scott, Hodiak in the middle, and his servant Wendell Corey, whose response to the situation feels somewhere between gay jealousy and a neglected submissive. Now, as I wrote this sentence, I did some googling on the movie and see that Foster Hirsch characterized the Hodiak-Corey relationship similarly in The Dark Side of the Screen (a book I enjoyed years ago but forgot the particulars of), so my reading is less dumbassed than I initially feared. He also frames the relationship between Scott and her mother Mary Astor as a lesbian one. I’m not sure I got the exact same feeling, although Astor is comparatively masculine and the fact that Scott refers to her by her first name is foregrounded. But there’s some psychosexual spillover into Lancaster’s character, who seems like the classic upright hero, yet has a certain faded quality and bristles when interacting with Astor, expressing indignation at her proposal that he essentially prostitute himself.

Lancaster nails all the shades of the role, from the superficial heroism to the resentment to the queasy misuse of his authority as a cop when he applies a heavy hand to Hodiak. I can see a version of the movie from his perspective, but in light of the previous paragraph, it would probably be less interesting. Actually, almost all the casting is quite good, with Corey’s beady little venomous eyes, Astor’s archness, Scott’s marble-like blue eyes shining with unique luminosity in Technicolor. The only one I take some issue with is Hodiak. Scott is supposed to be attracted to his character because of his disreputable, criminal quality, but Hodiak is initially too flat to pull this off. Imagine someone like Cary Grant in this role, who could bring the necesssary edge and sex appeal to sell this attraction. Yet when he gets his hair mussed, his blood pressure raised and his indignitation worked up, you can understand what Scott sees in him. Basically, the movie doesn’t quite sell why she would fall for him, but it does sell why she’d stay with him even as the situation goes south. And when you get the climactic car chase (which does not capture the raw power of the automobiles as chases Bullitt and onward would do, but is lent excitement by the frantic scoring), and the movie keeps cutting back and forth between them and the distinct way their eyebrows arch down to their eyes, well...I don’t know if it means anything, but it’s a striking series of images.

#film #movie review #desert fury #lewis allen

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Oh GOD another character focused comic. My brain moves at 1847297329 MPH but my dreadful hands draw so slow…

I had more to this but I wasn’t feeling the direction so I’m just gonna leave it at this. TLDR, Val is struggling with a broken heart and is confused and somewhat angered as to why Ingo isn’t. But I suck at conclusions so here we are LMAO

IDs below cut!

[ID: A digital, non-colored, sketchy comic spread across 5 images.

3 characters are featured. The main character is Valerio, who has jaw-length, wavy black hair, parted in the middle by a widows peak; a triangular face, rounded at the edges to highlight his youthfulness; a thin, hooked nose; and two healed facial scars, one above his right eye, one on his left jawline. He has a thin and lean frame, with slight musculature, and a large scar on his left hip. He’s only wearing briefs, having been trying to get to sleep. The other two characters are Ingo and Emmet, twins with only some slight differences. Both of them have more oval-shaped heads, wrinkled around the eyes, mouth, and brow to show age; thin, long noses that are slightly upturned; strongly receding hairlines, although not completely bald, hair short and slightly fluffy; and sideburns that look almost like an insects’ mandibles, cus that’s how my brain wants to describe them. Ingo appears to be slightly more muscular than Emmet, who’s more on the thinner side, and Ingo’s mouth tends to be depicted like an upwards triangle, a constant frown, while Emmet’s mouth tends to be depicted like a downwards triangle, a constant smile. It’s implied both of them sleep near-nude as well, and are shirtless throughout the comic.

The first image contains three panels, one on the left and two to the right of it, one on top of the other. The first panel shows Ingo and Emmet in bed, Emmet resting on Ingo’s chest, while Ingo looks off panel at a ringing noise heard to his right. The second panel shows the source of the ringing, Ingo’s phone, being held up by Ingo off panel. The incoming call is from Valerio. The third panel is Ingo and Emmet again, but Ingo’s answered the call, a tired and confused look on his face. Emmet scrunches up his face in annoyance. Ingo says, “Valerio? Sorry, it’s late over here, but are you okay?” In small text, Emmet whispers, “Why the fuck is he calling?” Ingo whispers back, “Emmie, hush.”

The second image contains four panels in a 2-2 format, top to bottom. The first panel is Ingo and Emmet again. Emmet is smiling, but in an irritated and annoyed way, and Ingo appears less confused and more worried. From the phone, Valerio asks, “… Do you… feel real, Ingo?” Ingo replies, “… What?” In small text again, Emmet mutters, “Does he have to do this shit right now.” Ingo mutters back, “Emmet. Hush.” The second panel shows Ingo worriedly getting out of bed, looking back at Emmet who’s sitting up, still appearing annoyed. Ingo says to Emmet, “Just give me a second, Em.” Emmet replies, “Fine. Fuck off.” Ingo says, “Emmie…” and Emmet replies, “Just go and help the fucking kid out, Arceus fuck.” Ingo replies, “Alright, alright…” The third panel shows a cup of coffee with Ingo’s hand laying over it, leading into the fourth panel where Ingo is speaking with Val over the phone, coffee in his other hand. Ingo says, stretching between both panels, “Talk to me, Valerio. What doesn’t feel real? Is it just being back home? Do you maybe feel a little… out of place, being away so long?” Valerio responds, “… didn’t you?”

The third image contains only two panels, side by side, mostly dialogue heavy. The first panel contains Ingo, calmly talking into the phone. His dialogue stretches into the second panel, finally showing Valerio, who’s crying heavily, laid on his side in bed, phone next to him. Ingo says, “Not particularly, actually. I know, I’ve been there for a decade, but… I saw Emmie, and it all came back to me. I realized what I missed, who I missed. I still have my memories of Hisui. The people there will always be in my heart, the time I spent with them will always be important to me. But I’m glad to be home now, Valerio. This is our home.”

The fourth image contains four panels, 2 on top and 2 on bottom. The first panel shows Ingo, still speaking into the phone. There’s not really a whole lot of dynamic movement here lol, sorry. Ingo says, “… Why do you think you feel so differently, Valerio?” Val responds, “Fuck if I know. I just feel so… hollow. Wrong, here…” The second panel shows Valerio, who moved to lay on his back, staring away from the phone, his left hand grabbing at the bed blanket. Ingo asks, “… Do you miss anybody, Valerio? … You miss Volo, don’t you?” Val responds, “I… goddamnit.” The third panel shows Val sitting up, dangling his feet off the edge of the bed. He’s holding his phone now in his right hand. Val says, “… I went to Hisui the other day - “Sinnoh,” I mean…” Ingo asks, “How was it?” Val continues, “… I went to Volo’s grave.” The fourth panel closes up on Valerio’s face, panicked, confused. Sad. Val continues, “It… it didn’t - I was JUST talking to him, just a few weeks ago, I… fuck, it’s like there’s the rational part of my brain, that reminds me that was all 200 years ago, but… It - it can’t be, he can’t be dead… he was just here…”

The fifth image contains 4 panels, two on top and two on bottom again. The first panel shows Valerio, quieted from his previous panic, replaced by an overwhelming sadness. He holds his face in his left hand, phone in the other. Val finishes, “… I do miss him. A lot…” Ingo replies, “Oh Valerio… I’m sorry. I visited the burial sites for the clans some time ago as well. It was cathartic, for me, at least… but it sounds like it was too soon for you.” The second panel shows Ingo, still talking through the phone. Valerio says, “Fuckin’ seems like it, huh?” Ingo replies, “Valerio… do you have someone to talk to about this?” The third panel shifts back to Valerio again, still sad, but now confusion shows in his expression. Val responds, “… I’m talking to you.” Ingo says, “Valerio, I can’t help you with this. I’m sorry, I don’t have the means-” Val interrupts, “So what, some shrink would? Ingo, please, you’re literally the only one on earth who understands…” The fourth panel shifts back to Ingo, who says, “Valerio, I get the weird space-time bullshit, I do. You’re dealing with a broken heart, son. You’re dealing with grief. Maybe a therapist wouldn’t totally understand, but they know how to help with grief. Just… consider it, please, Valerio. A therapist, or your mother, your cousin, anyone.”

It ends there. The comic was purposefully left incomplete.

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#my art #pokeverse valerio #described #Val’s confusion was going to stem from him being a native Alolan and wondering essentially ‘WHERES YOUR ANGER YOUR FUCKING RAGE INGO????’#‘why aren’t you angry about the fact that the people who took you in and their cultures and pokemon no longer exist except in history’#and the truth is just that they’re both handling their grief very differently #valerio is sad but he’s also angry. his body was overworked in hisui so he’s bedridden for weeks when he returns but he wants to scream.#Val wants to ask the world why they don’t care. how this eradication of culture can happen and no one bats an eye to it #he misses and grieves volo particularly yes and he experiences moments of hallucination and unreality due to the weird circumstance #but Val’s also just mad about all of it. the galaxy team; jubilife; the hidden implications of what became of the clans and their traditions #cus they aren’t being followed anymore!! their noble pokemon don’t fucking exist anymore!!#meanwhile with ingo of course he misses the clan folk and mourns them and feels for their passing. but he tries to focus more so on where-#-he is now and the people he has now. Val’s young; ingo isn’t and Ingo’s had a lot of time to rationalize that many things are out of-#-his individual control and that’s okay. what he focuses on are what he does have control over.#Val could absolutely understand this; and in his mind he does get it. but it doesn’t make him feel any less angry.#which is where a lot of his frustrations come from. rationally he gets (X) but he FEELS (Y) and he feels (Y) so much more strongly-#-that it just hurts #anyway lots of ranting in the tags WJDVDJS as per usual.#love characters. put them into SITUATIONS

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