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#as if i can finish a com in half an hour and have time to do a sketch good lord
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tsutsumi gotta be the funniest choice to play sawashiro since he really does encapsulate his casting career of both action roles and being dad of the year (most of the time)
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scoutswritingcorner · 1 month
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Can I request Hazbin Hotel characters reacting to an artist!reader that draws a lot but never shows anyone their work but one day accidentally left it out and their partner finds it and sees several sketches and finished drawings of them? Sorry if it’s an odd ask, I’m an artist and I thought it would be a cute idea I don’t see nearly enough, it’s okay if you can’t. Thank you either way!!!
Artist Rendition
Hazbin Gang x GN!Reader
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TW:A little flirty with Angel’s reaction. Other than that none!
A/N: Not an odd request at all, Friend! For Angel’s part I did write for a male Reader and Fem Reader for Vaggie! KINDA SHORT I APOLOGIZE FRIEND!
-🦌Alastor🦌-
-🦌 Alastor was very curious to see you carry a sketchbook around all the time. He wanted to pry so badly.
-🦌 But he didn’t, he simply ignored the book and only ever asked about it if you were near him. You always get flustered and hide the book even further. Oh now he’s wondering what kind of dark secrets you have in there~
-🦌 But to his surprise when he finds it open and on a page, he sees drawings of him, he carefully flips the page and sees a half down sketch of him sitting in front of the fireplace.
-🦌 Oh boy you just made his ego inflate and his undead heart soar to new heights. His tail starts wagging and that’s the only way someone can catch how happy he is.
-🦌 Now? He’s going to poke a little fun at you, “My Dear, if you had to pick anyone in the hotel to be your muse who would it be?” 
-🦌 Silly deer man loves you and your abilities, he often tells you that your work needs to be displayed in a museum.
-🍎Lucifer🍎-
-🍎 Oh boy- when he finds out you can draw? Oh he gets super excited and asks if you can draw him a duck- even if it’s a little doodle! He doesn’t care!
-He doesn’t really ask or pry into your hobby much but he will admit he does want to see what you draw.
-When he does see that you drew him of all people he gets all flustered and he’s prideful cause his partner?? His darling little angel drew him?!?
-He will volunteer to pose for you, he’s used to sitting still for hours on end! 
-He will even pose naked if you want him to! Just say the word and he’ll drop his clothes right there.
-🎰Husk🎰-
-🎰 He watched you sit at the bar and draw to your heart's content and never really commented on it.
-🎰 When he does peek into your sketchbook it’s to pull behind the bar into a safe place so nothing ruins your work.
-🎰That’s when he notices the drawings and doodles of him and his tail curls happily. The way you captured him doing menial tasks sends his heart into overdrive.
-🎰 You were too good for him, damn it. The next time you find it? It has a little sticky note on the cover of your sketchbook and it has a little drawing of you with a small message, “Had to go out with Alastor. Love you, Dollface.” 
-🕷️ Angel Dust 🩷-
-🕷️ Oh this man- he loves it! You’re an artist and he’s also like an artist! But of a very very different genre.
-🩷 He also doesn’t pry much as he understands privacy. He wants to give you that as much as he can since he doesn’t get much of it.
-🕷️ Once he finds out you draw him? He’s over the fucking moon cause his man? His precious boyfriend draws him! 
-🩷Expect him to start flirting more and more but with art related flirts. “Come on, Suga’~ Draw me like one of your french girls~” im sorry. He’s very supportive!
-👑Charlie👑-
-👑 oh this baby girl..she’s been so busy lately that if she did notice it completely slipped her mind!
-👑 But when she finds your sketchbook? She gets super excited cause you draw this good?? She’s so proud that she immediately goes to find you!
-👑 She is another who fully supports you! You need anything, don't hesitate to ask!
-👑 Will try to convince you to start painting for the hotel! You can say no it won’t offend her.
-🎀Vaggie🎀-
-🎀 Much like Husk she won’t point it out or comment on it.
-🎀Will find out you draw her when she sees it when cleaning up and gets all blushy cause this is how you see her?
-🎀 Comes clean immediately about seeing your drawings and tells you how amazing they are.
-🎀 Shyly asks if she can pose for you next time, how could you say no to her?
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pupkashi · 2 months
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satoru loves yapping [to you]
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satoru was always chatty, shoko could definitely attest to that statement, subjected to too many conversations she definitely did not care about.
“isn’t it hotter than usual? i swear last year it was colder around this time of year-” he began, continuing to talk as shoko tried to focus instead on healing an injured itadori in front of her.
it seemed that his chatty characteristic only amplified when you were around, his eyes would visibly brighten, practically gleaming when you appeared in his eyesight.
“sweetheart! how are you? staying cold in this heat?” you can help but smile at him, walking straight into his already outstretched arms and squeezing his waist a bit, pressing a soft peck to his cheek before pulling away.
“heat? it feels so good out today!” you sigh happily, waving yellow to shoko and itadori, “it is hotter than last year though I’ll tell you that,” satoru grins at your words, turning to shoko with a flint in his eyes before turning back to you.
“that’s what I said! global warming is getting too severe-” the two of you walking out hand in hand, the taller man still talking as you listened intently.
satoru never felt the need to be quiet around you, always finding things to talk about no matter the task or the hour.
“and so you would think that since they were doing so bad they would think of making changes right?” you nod along, humming so he knows you’re listening, “but no! they keep going with same stupid strategy and it’s so frustrating as a fan to see, i just want him to achieve his dreams,” he sighs sadly.
“can you pass the salt?” you ask, taking it from his much larger hand, thanking him before speaking up again, “why does he keep resigning if they always treat him so poorly?” you ask, satoru smiles, heart warming at the fact that you really do pay attention to him.
“he’s always wanted to win with Ferrari- let me take you back to the beginning” he begins, giving you a summary of charles leclerc’s life as you finish cooking dinner.
you could always tell when he got a bit insecure of how talkative he was, but you’d always smile at him, urging him to go on. “and then what? why’d you stop talking?” you’d say, making him smile widely before quietly starting again.
“I’m listening, angel boy,” you mumble in between dreams, listening to him talk about how orange juice isn’t the same as it was when he was growing up and how the new game he downloaded was more complicated than it seems.
it could be nearing 2 in the morning but you wouldn’t mind, satoru would be discussing how and why wombats have cube shaped poops and how koalas eat eucalyptus and pandas have half a brain cell they don’t bother to use.
“it has no real nutritional value and that’s why they have to eat so much of it,” he mumbles, eyes drooping as he cuddles closer to you.
“aren’t they made to digest meat?” you whisper, head tucked into the crook of his neck, your breath running a chill down his spine.
“think so, dunno” he mumbles back, breathing evening out before he’s fully asleep.
your eyes open slowly as you crane your neck, his pink lips slightly parted as he takes soft breaths, snowy hair pointing every which way.
you can’t help but smile at your lover.
“goodnight pretty boy” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “my little yapper,” you chuckle to yourself, already looking forward to what he’d talk about tomorrow.
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a/n: hi friends ! just a quick little something i put together bc i miss satoru so bad lately </3 he’s def a yapper and i want to hear him talk all day and night
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sluttywoozi · 6 months
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Adore You | Chapter 2 | kmg x f!reader
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I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you
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Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.8k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au
Warnings: power imbalance bc reader is his boss but he’s the one doing the pursuing, personal assistant!mingyu, he’s such a simp, mention of food, suggestive thoughts
Reader Notes: wears a skirt and heels, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman
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Step 2. Show you how well he can take care of you.
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Two weeks later, you seem happier than ever. You’re eating all of the lunches Mingyu makes for you, you’re drinking more water than coffee for once, and you haven’t mentioned Derek again at all. 
The project also seems to be going smoothly with the extra time allotted, though he hears you placating the higher ups on the phone nearly every day. It bothers him that they don’t trust you, that they don’t believe in your ability to get it done and get it done well, but you and Mingyu both know you can and that’s all that matters. 
That and the fact that it’s let him do even more things for you. More time spent on the phone is less time spent answering emails, and you’ve started allowing him to draft responses for you, to decide what’s important and what isn’t, to arrange and dissolve meetings as he sees fit. 
He feels such a thrill every time you send out an email he wrote or approve one of the appointments he set, and it only gets more exhilarating when you call him into your office and ask him to sit down. 
You don’t have any engagements for over an hour and lunch just finished, so he’s not sure what exactly he’s needed for. He sits across from you gingerly, his body just a touch too big for the chair opposite you, and folds his hands in his lap. 
“Mingyu, I wanted to talk about your role here,” you begin, clearing a space on your desk for a set of forms he doesn’t recognize. 
“Oh… Okay,” he knows he sounds apprehensive, but he’s doing his best to push down the fear that you’ll demote him, or fire him, or transfer him, though he knows he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a thing. 
“You’ve been working for me for, what, half the year?” He nods to confirm, though he wants to tell you it’s been exactly 27 weeks. “And in that time, I feel like you’ve gotten to know me really well. In the last two weeks, I realized you’ve also gotten to know the inner workings of my job really well.”
He nods again, wiping his sweaty palms on his slacks and doing his best to pretend he’s not freaking out. He doesn’t know where you’re going with this, can only hope it leads to more praise and not him filling a cardboard box with all the trinkets on his desk. 
“You’ve taken on a lot of the responsibilities of an executive assistant but you’re still being recognized and paid as my personal assistant. I don’t think that’s fair, so if you’re willing, I’d like to promote you.”
He’s so excited he could vibrate out of his skin, but he needs the assurance that he won’t be shared with anyone else. 
“Would I still work just for you?”
“Yes, if that’s what you want.” 
“It is,” he rushes to say, nodding for good measure as he grips the armrests of the chair. 
He sees your lips twitch, like you want to smile at him but you want to keep your composure more, and Mingyu can’t contain the beam that rises on his face in response. You take the stack of forms in hand, tap them on your desk, and hold them out to him. He reaches with shaking hands to accept the papers from you before staring down at them like they hold all the secrets to the universe. 
They kind of do, because they mean his plan is working. Sure, he didn’t set out looking to get a promotion, but he’ll take it as a sign that you appreciate his efforts and take it as inspiration to work even harder. 
You tell him he can fill out the forms at his desk but he stays, working silently alongside you until the blanks aren’t blanks and his signature covers the pages. You look up at him again when he gently places the papers on the edge of your desk, your lips finally stretched in an indulgent smile as you say, “Can you take those over to HR? They’re expecting you.”
He nods, telling you in his mind that he absolutely can and that he’ll even stop at the ground floor coffee shop on his way back to replenish your caffeine stores. You’ve already had coffee today but you’re both planning on staying late to work on some of the finer details of the project, so he knows you’ll need it. 
Mingyu won’t, your presence has all of the effects on him that caffeine does. Shaking hands, racing heart, whirling mind, he experiences all of those when he’s near you, and now that he’s working closer to you than ever, he’s even stopped getting his morning coffee. The jog and journal entry are just as effective, and cutting back means he can make your lunches even fancier. 
He works on his lunch pinterest board as he waits in line at the cafe, taking into account what he’s already made you and what you seemed to like best. Today is bulgogi braised steak and stir fried veggies, and he’s excited for you to try it. 
When he gets to the front of the line, he ignores the blatant flirting of the barista and orders your standard, paying with his credit card and a smile and standing off to the side to wait. His mind wanders back to his plan, back to the fact that you haven’t had a partner-assisted orgasm in six months, and he feels a frown tugging down the corners of his lips. 
He could make you feel so good, make you so happy, if only you’d give him the chance. 
Convincing you to cross the boundary will be difficult, but he’s hoping that his efforts will ease the way, show you that taking care of you is part of his job and all he’d be doing is adding another duty to his job description. 
Now, as he walks to the elevator with coffee in hand, he has to admit that his endeavor isn’t purely selfless. All this time working for you has led to a bit of a… crush. A crush that means he hasn’t dated since he started working for you, a crush that means he also hasn’t had a partner-assisted orgasm in just as long, a crush that means you’re the only one he really wants. 
He knows he probably can’t date you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have you, at least in some way. And this is the only way he can think of, a way that’s mostly for you and partly for him, as all things should be. 
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Step 3: Help you shed some of your professionalism.
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The next step in his plan will be the most difficult yet, but if he does it right, it’ll be the last too. You’re a professional, through and through, and Mingyu knows you’ll never give in if you don’t feel more comfortable with him. Bringing you lunches and becoming your executive assistant has helped, but there’s still a separation, a distance that he can’t help but want to close. 
It helps that you keep that distance with everyone, but, being your assistant, Mingyu feels that he should be a special case. He’s not quite sure how he’ll show you that, but asking about your weekend plans seems like a good start. 
Until you tell him what your plans are, that is. 
“I have a blind date. Apparently, he works in the industry so our mutual friend thought we’d hit it off,” you shrug, as if you haven’t just pulled the rug out from under him. 
Fuck, he has to strike before you start dating again, because dating usually means sex and sex means someone other than Mingyu might be making you cum and that just won’t work for him. When he started all this, it was mostly about making sure you were treated like you deserved but now, it’s imperative to him that he’s the one treating you like you deserve. 
“Oh, that sounds nice,” he forces out, lifting the corners of his mouth and hoping it’s enough to pass for a smile. 
“I don’t have high expectations,” you respond in a nonchalant tone, squinting at something on your computer. 
“You should.”
He shouldn’t have said that, shit, he shouldn’t have said that, but it’s too late now. 
He could laugh it off, act like it was a joke, but he sounded too sincere, too plaintive for it to be anything but the truth. He can tell you’re surprised at his vehemence, as he doesn’t normally talk back to you, and he takes in a deep breath when you tilt your head and furrow your brows. 
This must be when you remind him of his place, when you tell him that he’s overstepped his bounds and gotten too personal, but even as he hangs his head and folds his hands together, you don’t. You don’t say anything, and he glances up at you, expecting to find a disappointed expression but instead finding a pensive one. 
“You’re right, Mingyu. I should have high expectations. When did I let them get so low?”
You’re asking yourself but, emboldened by your response, he answers anyway, “When you started dating Derek instead of me.”
“Instead of you?” You chuckle wistfully, “Mingyu, you’re my subordinate. You're not an option.”
“Maybe I’m not technically an option, but under the table, or… under the desk, I could be.”
You stare at him like you’re waiting for the punchline, but there won’t be one because he’s not joking. He’s fully serious, no matter how inappropriate it may be to offer yourself to your boss. Of course, if you say no, he’ll be packing his bags and taking the first train he can find out of pure shame and embarrassment, but if you say yes…
If you say yes, he’ll drop to his knees right here and now. 
He can’t tell which way you’re leaning, your face impassive and your eyes stormy, and he’s a bit afraid of what you’ll say so he takes the opportunity to excuse himself. 
“I’ll let you think about it, just let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything,” he says, backing towards your door and feeling around for the handle so he doesn’t have to show you his back. He bows before exiting, and as the door closes, he catches you dropping your face into your hands. 
He didn’t mean to add more to your plate, but you deserve to know he’s a possibility. How else can you make an informed decision?
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st4rgzer · 6 months
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FLIGHT TICKETS (nathan doe)
summary: you miss your brothers and Nate tries to help you in the best way he knows how
genre: FLUFFFLUFF
cw!: mentions of missing your brothers…?
a/n: i think this was requested by @iha8you i think
“hey you know who we haven’t seen in a while?” i say, with my legs rested on his lap, we’re both laying on the couch, watching a cheesy rom-com only I enjoy.
“who?” he asks, diverting his gaze from the movie and onto me.
“my brothers, now that they’re internet famous and living in LA, we haven’t seen them since like, august” I sit up so I can look at him better, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
“yeah you’re right” he thought for a moment, given the 5 hour plane ride would take at least ‘some’ planning to do. “do you wanna call ‘em and see if we can plan to go there?” nate says before picking up the remote and pausing the movie. He gets out his phone before my response to see the earliest flights available.
“yeah but babe, calm down, we don’t have to do this like, right now” I say, laughing a little bit. Living so far away from my brothers hasn’t been the easiest so Nate was always there for me when they couldn’t be, so he sometimes overdoes it with these things, but i don’t mind, the majority of the time….(foreshadowing the“puppy love”fic im working on…)
“but- you’ve been talking ‘bout how you miss them lately, with all the christmasy stuff and all” he says, grabbing my hand reassuringly. He never liked seeing me sad, he knew that christmas meant a lot to me and to not have them around for all the pre-christmas traditions wasn’t nice. He also missed them, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“i know, i know. But we really don’t have to think about this today, we’ll get the flights tomorrow, lets just finish the movie first m’kay?” I pleaded, squeezing his hand and smiling at him, trying to not get him to rush on making decisions.
“finee” he sighed, caving in “but I don’t even like the movie…” he muttered under his breath.
“what d’ya say?” i asked, turning my head to him with a half joking, questioning look.
“….nothing…?” he mumbled with a grin on his face, trying to hide the fact that he tried to say he didn’t like to watch “ten things i hate about you” for the 10th time, which he did enjoy of course, but just cause it was with me.
I let him off easily and just grinned, rolling my eyes at him, and curling up besides him, snaking an arm around my waist and bringing me in.
A while later, as I was drifting off to sleep, he took out his phone, quickly bringing the brightness down to not disturb me, and opening up “skyscanner” he typed up “boston-los angeles flights” and got looking, I peered open my eye just a bit and smiled when I saw him looking cautiously through the flight info, eventually putting in his credit card information and turning his phone off. God he was stubborn but I couldn’t help but melt at his determination to make me smile.
“i love you” I whispered beside him, eyes closed, a smile still on my face, he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek in response and turned the volume on the tv down.
I guess we’re going to LA?
a/n: sorry this was short bbg @iha8you
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corrieguards · 1 year
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Toast
Echo x reader
Summary: after spending the night with Echo you wake up to make him some breakfast. Word count: 1,2k T/W: light non-explicit sexual implications and domestic Echo which should be a warning all by itself. A/N: This is purely self-indulgent.
Getting to spend the night with Echo was rare. Waking up with him not only still next to you but also still fast asleep was even rarer.
The clone seemed to have this sixth sense that made him wake up at the same time every day. Honestly, at this point it wouldn't even surprise you if the Kaminoans had in fact somehow managed to build that into his and his brothers DNA.
But today was one of those few mornings where you got to take in the sight of your boyfriend while he was asleep, expression relaxed and devoid of any worries and stress. It suited him.
His mouth was slightly open, small snores escaping him. Legs tangled with yours and his arm draped over your waist. 
You laid on your side, taking in the sight in front of you with a smile. Kriff, he was beautiful. And all fucking yours. All yours.
You turned, checking the time on Echo's comm device he' d left on your bed stand for the night. There were still a couple hours before he'd have to head off. Good, you would have time to make him some breakfast then. 
Carefully untangling your legs you slipped out of the bed. Not wanting to switch the lights on in fear of disturbing his sleep, you felt blindly on the floor, fingers clenching around the first item of clothing, which happened to be the top half of Echo's blacks.
You slipped it over your head and quietly padded out the room, taking one last affectionate look towards your boyfriend who was dead to the world on your bed. Kriffing cute.
Once in the kitchen you made a beeline for the kaff machine and started it going with two hot mugs for you both.
Just as the first mug was finishing off you heard your bedroom door shut, followed quickly by Echo rounding the corner into your kitchen.
You took him in as he lazily walked over to you, tan chest bare and the grey sweats you’d bought specially for him hanging deliciously low on his hips.  He pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead and you smiled looping your arms around his neck
“Well good morning handsome"
He hummed, heavy eyes closed and forehead leaning against your own. "Morning to you too beautiful," he rasped. Stars, that morning voice.
The kaff machine beeped, making you break free of Echo's embrace and walk over to it, picking up both your mugs.
"Is that kaff?," he inquired, a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Mhm, sure is," you replied, passing him the biggest of the two steaming mugs and relishing in the excited look on his face.
"Thank you meshla," he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple
"You were supposed to stay asleep for longer," you pouted, "Was gonna make you a proper breakfast n' everything, kriff knows you need it after eating the GAR food every day,"
He chuckled, "Just this kaff is already perfect, don't worry baby,"
"Yeah but I wanted to do something nice for you Echo," you replied wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a soft kiss on his lips before adding, "You deserve it,”
He smiled and kissed you back. A couple of beats of silence passed before Echo quietly broke it
"Y'know, we can always make our breakfast together," he suggested shyly, "I mean I can't promise I know what I'm doing but you can teach me, we have plenty of time.”
You perked up at his suggestion, eyes shining with excitement "Really?"
"Sure meshla," he chuckled, "Anything you want, just tell me what to do.”
You smiled wide, "Ok then trooper, what do you feel like eating this morning?"
"Literally anything is better than what they make us eat in the mess hall."
He smiled when you laughed. “Ok then, we’ll pick something nice and easy."
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"What do you mean you don't know how to use a toaster?"
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck "The Kaminoans never really gave us cooking lessons." 
You looked at him dumbly before quickly coming back to your senses "Okay then… C'mere I'll show you" you beckoned him closer and he shyly came up to stand behind you.
You explained the steps for setting up the toaster, all while he watched you carefully yet intently over your shoulder.
It was one of the things you loved most about Echo, The genuine curiosity he had towards life and the natural desire to learn more were some of the first things that drew you to him and made him stand out between his other brothers.
"Ok then," you said, “You wanna give it a try?” He nodded and you stood back, watching him with a loving smile as his brow furrowed, fully concentrated on making this toast. He was definitely an ARC trooper alright. He carefully pushed the toast down, hand hovering over it for a second before turning to look at you for conformation. “Did I do it right?”
You chuckled at his uncertainty, stepping up on your tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss “You did it perfectly babe. Now we’ve just gotta wait a few minutes and it’ll be ready.”
He hummed and moved to wrap his arms around your stomach from behind "That I can do”
"Y��know" he whispered, lips brushing against your neck as he spoke "You look so fucking good in my blacks meshla”
You smirked and lent back, his chest pressing again your back. “I’m sure you’d like it better if I was out of them”
His warm hand slowly crept up your thigh, making you inhale sharply “Oh I certainly would” he purred into your ear.
“Maybe you should do something about it then” you teased slightly out of breath from the feeling of his hand creeping further up and slowly moving to your inner thigh.
He chuckled and began formulating a response when the toaster suddenly pinged, making him jump. You bit your lip to try to stop the smile threatening to spread across your face.
“Sorry”, you said trying to quell your giggles for the sake of his dignity, “Forgot to tell you it did that”
“Made me jump out my fucking skin” he swore. Unable to hold it any longer you burst out laughing. 
He smiled watching you “You look pretty when you laugh”
A blush spread across your cheeks, making him smirk and cup your cheek “And even prettier when you blush”
You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless, giving a quick kiss to his nose “C’mon you sweet talker, let’s finish this breakfast”
"Yes ma'am" he said with a mock salute and a goofy smile. You huffed out another laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder "Idiot"
"You know you love me," he teased, smile growing wider.
"Mhm, I do" you craned your neck to give him another peck on the lips. "Cause you're my idiot"
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violettduchess · 10 months
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Heya Violet! I'm going to request an ikevamp fic for the first time, so how about either of the Day 4 prompts for Leonardo? I'm excited to see what you come up with 👍
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A/N: Hi @scorchieart 💜 Thank you for your request! This is for the Different Universe Same Love CCC hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady
This combines scorchie's request with an anon request for Soulmates AU with Leonardo 💜
Leonardo x f reader
WC: 5254
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"There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people." -Vincent Van Gogh 
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“I hate this,” you grumble as you check your phone for the hundredth time. Where the hell is this place? It feels like it's been hours of California coastline rolling past your window. Beautiful, yes. But also so inconvenient. You lean forward towards the front of the town car.
“Abel, how much longer?”
Your driver glances at you in the rear-view mirror, smiling good-naturedly. 
“Another 15 minutes, chérie.”
You flop back into the cushioned leather, sighing. If you had known this would be a part of it, you would not have taken the role. 
Maybe. 
Ok, fine. You probably would have taken it anyway. 
The story of a woman who breaks all tradition to become a famous 19th century painter? You can practically hear Theo’s words in your ear all over again: “You want to be stuck in rom-coms forever or do you want to be taken seriously? Make art that matters?” The Dutchman is a tough agent, too direct for most actors’ fragile egos to handle but that’s why you like him. He is always honest with you.
Outside the town car window, the ocean continues to roll by, a blur of slate-gray and white. Picking up your phone for the hundredth time, you type in the name of the artist you’re on your way to see. 
Just like every time you’ve done it before, all you get is his Instagram page which is entirely too sparse and full of only half-finished paintings, close ups of brushes, a few small, charcoal sketches. Nothing about the man himself. 
You swipe Instagram away and tap on Spotify, closing your eyes and allowing a podcast about the Golden Age of Hollywood to help pass the remaining time.
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“Love the vibe,” you murmur as you step out of the Mercedes, pushing up your tortoise-shell sunglasses in order to better take in the picturesque brown and white wooden house. It really does seem like something out of a Kinkade painting. It's perched on the edge of a plateau, facing a slope of green hillside that disappears into a smattering of gray rock. The rocks give way to a stretch of dark brown sand which leads you right to the blue-gray beauty of the Pacific Ocean. It's here the warm vibes end though. This beach is nothing like the sandy beaches of Southern California. This is something wilder, something sharper. There is no manicured, processed beach feeling here. This is nature allowing you into her world, the crashing of the waves onto the shore not an invitation but a reminder. You’re here with her permission.
Abel comes around, carrying your luggage and pauses, taking in the house. “It’s lovely,” he murmurs. 
You shoot him a Look. “It’s miles from just about anything. I hope Vlad knows what he’s doing.”
Vlad is the director of the film you are going to star in. The one who said you needed to spend some time with a real-life artist in order to understand the lifestyle, the thought process, the way of viewing the world. And he knew just the person. A friend of a friend, an artist of some small renown, who made money on the side by working as a consultant for various productions. He had invited you to stay with him for a few days, to teach you basic painting and drawing techniques so it would look realistic on film, and to answer any questions you had. Vlad vouched for him, claiming he was a good man, one he would trust his star with. 
You turn to Abel. “Only leave if I give you the sign.”
He smiles indulgently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. But I will wait until I see it.”
Steeling yourself, you gather your bags and make your way down the short driveway and up the dark wooden steps. There’s no doorbell so you knock loudly.
You aren’t sure what you expected. A man named Leonardo made you think he would be older with flowing white locks and a long wizard-like beard. What you did not expect was the door to be opened by a golden-eyed Adonis with ombre hair and one of the friendliest, most open smiles you’ve ever seen. 
“Benvenuta, cara mia. Welcome.”
That voice. Your heart is doing tiny backflips inside your chest as a horde of butterflies excitedly flutter their wings inside your stomach. It takes you a moment before you figure out the way words work again.
“Thank you.”
Behind your back, you wiggle two fingers at Abel furiously. 
The driver covers his grin with the back of his hand, nodding once to Leonardo in greeting before sliding back into the vehicle. He watches through the car window as Leo takes your bags and you follow him inside, the white wooden door closing behind you.
“Good luck, chérie,” he chuckles softly. Somehow, he is certain you will be just fine.
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You are utterly charmed. The main house is small, and the guest house just behind it even smaller, but they are both unique, beautiful in their own ways. Everything is simple, clean. Wide windows keep the ocean in view at all times. In every room there is something to look at. A miniature painting of sunset over the water on the living room table. An antique nautical map hanging on the wall of the dining room. An oversized forest green couch that looks like it's just waiting for you to snuggle into it.
Leonardo has just brought your bags to the guest house, a one room structure with a brass bed, rustic homemade dresser, a small desk and a tiny en-suite bathroom.
“I know you are probably used to more luxurious accommodations.”
“No, this is lovely. Really.” You glance down at your phone, considering whether to post a picture to your socials and hear him laugh softly at the expression on your face. The sound settles itself into your bones, warm and welcoming.
“Reception is a bit shoddy out here. You have the best chance when you go to the living room.”
Tucking your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, you flash him a smile. “Thanks for the tip.”
He holds your gaze a moment and you feel like sand, being pulled towards an irresistible ocean. 
“You must be starving. Let’s eat before I show you my studio.”
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With a pleasantly full stomach and a glass of red wine in hand, you step inside the studio and gasp. Gone are the clean lines, the simplistic beauty of the rest of the house. Here is a world of color and chaos, paint and pandemonium, art and anarchy. Canvases are everywhere, paint pots and brushes, charcoal and sketchbooks. And while it may look like mayhem, there is a truth about it that stirs something inside you. This is the man behind the easy-going smile. This is his heart and soul made tangible, made material. 
He notices the way you’re looking around, sees the look in your bright eyes and he knows that you see it, the love he has for his craft. You're not some Hollywood actress looking down her nose at a mess. You're one artist taking in another artist’s medium and appreciating it. His heart unexpectedly shifts, sliding closer to some unseen edge. 
“This is…incredible.” You walk slowly through the space, stopping in front of whatever catches your eye. A half-finished sketch of a whale breaching the surface of the water. An anatomically correct drawing of the underside of a starfish. A canvas of yellows and oranges and reds, a practice in blending.
“How come I’ve never seen you post a finished painting on your social media?” You stop when you come to a whole row of them, leaning casually against the back wall of his studio. Crouching down, you inspect a painting of a man from behind, his arms spread out wide towards a turbulent, white-capped ocean, daring it maybe. Or welcoming it.
He shrugs, running his hand through his hair, a tick you’ll come to recognize as something he does when he is uncomfortable.
“I sell a few here and there. Not enough to earn a living but that’s what jobs like this are for, yeah?”
You rise slowly back to full height, taking a sip of the rich wine.
“Have you ever showcased your work?”
He scoffs as he lifts a paint-stained rag from one corner of his supply table and toys with it before tossing it right back.
“To what end? I paint for me. That is enough.”
That sounds like someone who is too scared to try. But you keep the words locked in your mind, aware enough to know that might be reaching a bit too deeply into his psyche for comfort.
“So….when do we begin?”
He smiles slowly and it burns through your body, warming you more than the alcohol.
“Tomorrow. Sunrise.”
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All those hours you could still be sleeping. Instead of being warm and snug in your very cozy guesthouse, you are shivering on a beach, sitting on a blanket next to Leonardo as he flips open the sketchbook in front of you. He’s in an oversized brown knit sweater and jeans, looking like a model for some outdoor clothing company whereas you, trying to pull your fitted sweater down over your exposed lower back, look like some Hollywood wanna-be who wasn’t prepared for the cold California morning.
He places several small gray pebbles in front of you on the blanket.
“Sketch these.”
You tilt your head. “They’re rocks.”
“There is challenge in even the simplest of forms. Please try.”
You’re skeptical as you yank down once more on your sweater, sitting cross-legged and staring down at the pebbles. It can’t be that hard. Picking up the pencil, you begin trying to capture their form. 
It proves to be much harder than it looks. 
Your brow furrows as you look from your sketch, which is doing a fantastic job of being horrible, to the smooth stones in front of you.
“You must relax,” he murmurs as he scoots closer. “You’re gripping that poor pencil like you wish to strangle it.” He reaches over, covering your hand with his. You’re immediately hit with the faint smell of tobacco. Does he smoke? And something else….something earthy and rich and entirely too appealing for this early in the morning. His fingers, graceful and strong, carefully manipulate yours, sliding over your skin and leaving small ripples of heat in their wake. He touches your wrist, over the place where your heart is beating so quickly, tilting it just so. 
He holds you there, moving your hand like a puppeteer might the wooden cross of marionette. You watch as the pebbles slowly come to life, flowing from the tip of your pencil.
“Let go,” his voice, gentle as the morning breeze, deep as the sea, whispers in your ear. “You must let go and allow the pencil to do its job.”
Slowly he removes his hand and the sudden lack of contact spurs a tiny whimper from your throat. Luckily, he mistakes it for dismay at his lack of coaching and chuckles.
“You continue on your own, cara mia.”
You’ve been called many things: The Girl Next Door, America’s Sweetheart but somehow, that nickname rolling so casually off his tongue suddenly means more than any of that. You’re smiling despite the cold, despite the wind, despite your stupid, impractical sweater.
Inhaling, you try again, the pencil less a tool in your hand as an extension of it. And while your pebbles don’t look amazing, they do look much closer to what you are trying to accomplish. 
“Well done,” he says, looking over your shoulder. “You're a quick learner.”
You smile at him, his words washing over you, warm as sunshine.
“Can I try something else? Maybe try the sand and the ocean?”
He nods, reaching for the hem of his sweater. The next thing you know he’s removed it and wrapped it around your shoulders, leaving you surrounded by soft wool that smells like Leonardo. Your heart stumbles.
“Si. Let’s try.”
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My life has never been this disconnected from work and yet, so full, you think as you wrap the beige blanket tighter around your body, watching Leonardo paint. You’re sitting outside on the large porch, the breathtaking view of the sand dunes, the boulders, the sand and the endless sea stretched out before you like a slice of paradise.
You’ve been here almost a week and the world has changed. The bright lights of Hollywood seem so far away. Now you’re concerned with daylight and sunrises, the way light falls across an object or a person, how to capture its essence with charcoal and acrylics, watercolor and wax. You haven't even touched your phone other than to reassure Theo you are fine, doing well and learning a lot, soaking in the experience of being an artist so that you can find it again when the cameras are on you. You’ve abandoned your socials, only leaving a message saying something about the life of an actor and secret prep work that you can’t talk about. It’s technically not a lie.
You watch as Leonardo dips his brush into a red that looks far too bright and finds a way to make it exactly the right shade of sunset, adding an element to his painted sky that you didn’t even know was missing until he put it there. He’s relaxed, his body loose, movements like flowing water as he almost lovingly drags the brush along the canvas. He showed you how, a few mornings ago. You’ve been haunted ever since by the feel of his larger body behind you, the way he reached around, gently taking hold of your wrist, and showed you how to hold yourself, teaching your body the dance of a painter. He is patient, always answering any question of yours the best he can. And so intelligent. The other night you curled up on his overstuffed green couch to look through several of his notebooks, filled with sketches and half-finished designs for contraptions that looked more sci-fi than present day. One entire page was devoted entirely to drawing various animal wings. The next was an excruciatingly detailed drawing of his own hand.
He talks about art the way you talk about acting: a way to conduct emotion, to spark a connection between people. You feel like he understands when you explain how acting is a form of devotion to humanity, an expression of love. Most people roll their eyes when an actor begins talking about their craft. His smile tells you all you need to know about how well he truly does understand. 
He shakes you from your reverie when he joins you on the bench, wiping his hands on a towel and reaching for his glass of wine.
“And? What do you think?”
You tilt your head, pretending to study the easel with its beautiful interpretation of the actual sunset that is happening behind it. He has not replicated it exactly, but captured the symphony of colors, the dramatic brass of the oranges and romantic woodwinds of the pinks, the clouds with their warmly colored underbellies and of course, the ever present sea, gilded in gold.
“It’s beautiful, Leo.” 
“You like it, which means I’m pleased.” He takes another sip. “Consider it a gift, yeah?. It is, after all, our last weekend together.”
Those words carve themself into the moment, slicing away the peace you’ve been feeling. Dismay bleeds from your heart. You were going to have to face it, the fact that your time with him, magical as it has been, is coming to an end. But you had hoped, irrationally, that maybe if no one said it, you could just stay here, in this beautiful house with this beautiful man as long as you wanted.
Your face, the tool of your trade that you can usually control so well, betrays your thoughts.
“Cara mia.” He reaches out, his fingers curling inwards for a moment, hesitant. The man who never has a problem touching you when correcting your hand or positioning your arm now needs a moment of courage. Because this isn’t a teaching moment. Maybe none of them ever really were. He only knows that from the second he opened the front door and you were there, with your smile like sunshine and eyes bright with intelligence and excitement, he felt drawn to you like he's never been toward anyone before.
You turn your face into his touch, reaching up to cup your hand over his. You press a kiss into his palm. The lull of the waves is drowned out by the roaring of your heartbeat. And then he leans towards you, taking your face in his beautiful hands, and he kisses you. 
Your heart cracks open and oceans of desire and want and something else, something nameless underneath those wild waves of emotion flood you. He feels so good. This feels so right.
You kiss with the exhilaration of new lovers, wildly and without a care for anything else in the world. The sunset and her majestic colors be damned. There is nothing as beautiful as the wildfire of gold in his eyes, the melody of his breathing. You’re on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pressed as closely as you can be and it isn’t enough. He slides his hands under your blouse, pressing the palms of his hands to your bare back. It isn’t enough.
You manage to tear your mouth away from him long enough to get out one word: “Inside.”
He stands up and you wrap your legs around him, his strong arms supporting your weight as he carries you inside the wooden house on the plateau, impatiently stealing every kiss he can before laying you down on the oversized green couch, covering your body with his. He softly growls your name in a way that sends fire cascading through your veins.
The sky outside darkens as the last rays of sunset disappear. Her show is over. You both belong now to the night.
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Heart, say good-bye because you are no longer mine. You lay on your side, facing the open window of Leonardo’s bedroom. The ocean breeze, cool with night’s kiss, waves the pale curtains and skims over your skin, raising goosebumps along your bare arm and shoulder. 
You close your eyes, reveling in the heavy feeling of your body, tempest-tossed and satisfied, peppered with the light marks of your lovemaking. You're a goner. You’ve fallen overboard, heading further and further down into the churning depths of your feelings for Leonardo. And you’re not sinking. Not at all. You’re kicking your legs and diving, excited to explore the deep and all its mysteries.
He stirs in his sleep and you roll back to face him, watching as he slowly surfaces from whatever dream he was lost in. His warm eyes, framed by such dark lashes, flutter open. When he sees you, laying on your side, facing him, he smiles slowly and reaches out a hand.
“Come here, cara mia.”
The thought of resisting doesn’t even cross your mind. You slide over into his arms, marveling at the feel of his body against yours, strong muscles, long legs. He presses a kiss to your temple, then nuzzles your neck affectionately.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
You smile, tipping your head up to meet his gaze. Now may not be the right time to tell him everything you’re thinking. You don’t want to scare him away.
“No thoughts. Just....” You slide your hand over his chest, over the lean muscles of his abdomen, and then lower. His golden eyes flare bright with immediate hunger. His lips part as he exhales.
With a groan he pulls you to him and you close your eyes, letting his greedy mouth and wandering hands take you away.
This is only the beginning after all. You have plenty of time to figure out what's next. 
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A Year Later
“Now that’s just one review! The rest are all like it!”
You listen to Theo’s exuberant voice as he names all the various publications that are writing rave reviews about the film. Funny, everything you thought you ever wanted is coming true. You made a movie that is earning positive reviews across the board, with your performance hailed as a stand out, a tour de force unlike anything you’ve ever done. There’s already talk about awards and other dramatic parts and are you interested in endorsements?
And yet, you’re miserable.
Leaning back into the plush seat of the town car, you stop Theo’s voice message and tap on Instagram and, like a lemming drawn to a cliff, go to his page.
All comments are turned off and there is only one picture posted: a short message thanking people for their interest but he is on hiatus.
The post is six months old.
How did it all go so wrong? You had been so happy.
Your eyes fall closed and memories play themselves out in front of you, like a flickering movie reel from yesteryear.
You and Leonardo on his porch, cuddled together under a blanket as you watch the sunrise. He can’t stop touching you and you him.
Driving with him back to Southern California, his eyes widening when you pull into the driveway of your home, modest by Hollywood standards, a palace compared to his small wooden dwelling.
Your pool. Cold water. Hot mouths. His hand pressed against your lips, stifling your sounds even as he continues moving.
The paparazzi finding you after a few days of blissful privacy, snapping a shot of you two leaving Starbucks, his hand casually resting on your hip, thumb stroking the stripe of bare skin between your jeans and the hem of your shirt.
Your names splashed across gossip sites and social media. He gains thousands of followers in a matter of hours, people hoping he’ll post an image of the two of you together. An older picture of him from several years ago at an art gallery opening in SoHo is all they have and it is everywhere. And it is not enough. They want more.
They follow you home. They follow you to work. They follow you when you go out to eat. They follow you to appointments, to meetings, across town and back. They yell your name, they ask about him. They are relentless.
And then they start to follow him. To your home. To the restaurant where you’re meeting. To his home. They wait by the wooden house on the plateau, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and him. They yell your name, they ask about rumors, they demand to know when the wedding is.
They swarm you both like locusts blocking out the sun, sucking up all your air.
And then his paintings begin to sell. Never has there been such a demand. He can’t keep up. And he isn’t happy.
Because he says he did nothing to deserve it aside from being with you. No one cared before. He has not earned this success. It’s the side-effect of loving you. Side-effect, you repeat one night, staring at him across your marble kitchen island, that makes it sound like loving me is some kind of disease.
He cures himself by leaving. You wake up one morning and all his things are gone. He is a ghost who has vanished back into the nether of sea-spray and morning fog from whence he came.
All he leaves you with is a note, the paper torn from one of his notepads, in his messy, slanted writing: “I’m sorry.”
A note, and all the splinters of your broken heart.
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And now you’re almost at your destination. The tiny bed-and-breakfast tucked away in a remote corner of the California coast. Your refuge from the rest of the world. The place you come to heal.
You’ve been here a few times since he left. The owners, Wolf and Jean, are like family. They took care of you before you became successful, when you were a starving artist looking for your big break, and have continued to do so even now, when you could easily stay at any five-star hotel across the globe but always come back here, to warmth and comfort.
The first time you came here after he left, they filled your room with macaroons, your favorite dessert. They must have heard the news from some entertainment program or maybe some celebrity news ticker. You could have killed the Starbucks barista who spoke to the press, saying how you suddenly were coming alone to pick up your coffee and how pale you were, your eyes red from crying.
Another time they subtly laid a newspaper on your bed. At first you weren’t sure why but then you saw the tiny article about Leonardo having a small but successful showing in Denmark, worlds away from the bright lights of Hollywood. Like a 1950’s schoolgirl, you had cut out the small black and white picture of him and folded it, hiding it in your wallet. Doing so felt both pathetic and comforting at the same time.
Another winding road, dipping between tree and rocky coast and then one final turn. The familiar blue and white building comes into sight and you can feel yourself breathing easier already.  The car slows to a stop and a moment later, Abel opens the door for you.
“We’re here, chérie.” His champagne-colored eyes have a twinkle to them which leaves you wondering if he knows something you don't.
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Forever ago, this place used to scare you with its pointed roof and close proximity to the edge of a very steep cliff. But it’s become your home away from home and you’re soothed by the sight of it.
“I’ll just get my—” Your weekend bag is already on the ground next to you and the town car is halfway down the drive. You frown slightly before hoisting up your bag. Well, he was sure in a hurry.
You bound up the familiar steps, opening the friendly blue door and step into the foyer.
“Jean? Wolf?”
Odd, they would normally be here to meet you, food and drink in hand.
You glance around, taking out your phone to make sure that you had sent them the correct date and time when you spot something hanging on the wall. Your fingers go numb and your phone falls, landing with a harmless thud on the thick carpeting.
Hanging on the wall is a new painting. It’s a woman, sitting on a beach at sunrise, wrapped up in an oversized, cozy brown sweater. Her head is tipped back, eyes closed, a serene expression on her face. It’s soft and romantic. Not a brushstroke wasted nor a color excessive. 
The sea is a deep gray-blue. 
The sky is a garden of pinks and lavenders and orange. 
The woman is you.
You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. 
How....
“Cara mia.”
Like an apparition he is suddenly standing there, in the doorway. Not some memory or picture or dream, but Leonardo, flesh and blood, right there in the same room as you. The sight of him hits you like the full force of a typhoon, draining all the color from your face and sending you back a step.
As you recover from your shock, you notice now how nervous he is. His hands, normally so strong and steady, whether creating art or touching you, are shaking. He has dark circles under his golden eyes, shadows of what has been haunting him.
“Leonardo.” His name is twisted upon itself, hollow and aching when it passes your lips. 
“May I speak? I have something to say to you. Please."
You nod, your breath held prisoner in your lungs, your wounded heart limps in circles in your chest, aching at the sight of him.
He draws a deep breath.
“I was a fool. I pushed you away because I was afraid. Your world is so much bigger than mine and instead of joining you, proud to be by your side, learning how to navigate new waters, I ran.” He pushes a hand through his hair, an inhale needed to steady his nerves. “That was wrong. I hurt you. I’m so sorry, cara mia. So deeply sorry for how stupid I was. I…I regretted it immediately but it was too late...Dio, sono un idiota.” 
He shakes his head, defeated. The failure of words in the face of what he did is stark and he finds himself unable to go on. Nothing can begin to explain the festering regret he's lived with from the moment he walked out your door. He isn't good enough with words to explain how the minute he was heading away from you all he wanted to do was to turn back. How without you the world was drained of its vivacity, its color. He trapped himself in a gray existence of his own making and now his escape lies solely in your hands.
You breathe in and out, taking a moment before you respond.
"You did hurt me. Badly. But…." You take a second, searching for the right words. "I could have helped prepare you for what it means to be with someone like me. It was so much to ask of you to just be ok with your life suddenly being turned upside down. For that, I'm sorry."
Silence grows between you, thick as brambles and just as thorny.  Neither of you can meet the other's gaze. It hurts, every second that ticks by without a word. Neither of you knows what to say, neither wants to leave. It is Leonardo who finally clears his throat, a throat where so many words are bottlenecking in their fury to get out.
"I'll leave you in peace then." 
The words are clipped, his accent thick as emotion chokes him. The final, tenuous connection between you is close to crumbling. He's about to turn away when one word shoots straight from your heart like a rocket.
"Wait!!"
He freezes, his sunrise gaze locking with yours. Dare he have hope…..
The minute you start towards him he rushes to meet you.
And then you're in his arms and your cheeks are wet and he's holding you so tightly your ribs feel crushed but it doesn't matter because he's turning and turning, the world is spinning, your heart is rising light as a feather, and then your feet touch the ground again and he's showering your face with kisses, painting you in his love, holding the back of your head, whispering your name breathlessly over and over and over, a song, a declaration, a prayer.
You hold on to his neck, your laughter as bright as sunlight across the waves, returning his kisses with ones of your own, all over his beautiful face, kisses pulsing with hope, with desire, with promise.
He leans back, lowering his mouth to your ear and whispers. His words engrave themselves onto your heart and you pull away to answer him the only way you can answer something like that: with a kiss deep as the sea, tender as the night.
You've found each other again. And you'll never again be parted.
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(What did he whisper? This fic is acrostic so check out the first bold word of every section) 💜
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How to bake your way to a smith´s heart
Part 1
( I think you can read this as a one-shot)also caution it´s not proof-read
Emma left an hour ago, that means that you´re left with cleaning up the bakery, you two own. It isn´t big and it did cost a fortune but with your parents help you two were able to buy it and finally fulfill the dream you both had since growing up.
As kids you two would build your own bakery with cardbords and use mud or sand to make your dough while flowers and grass were used as sprinkles.
Sighning, you wipe the floor clean from all the flour, losing your hope that Dammon would visit you today. Perhaps you did creep him out by comming unannounced and even telling him that you´ve been watching him.
After you came back you didn´t dare to look out of the window, too embaressed that he might catch you.
Finished wiping the floor, you stand up with aching knees to wash the dishes next in the other room.
While washing them, you hear the door´s bell and annoyed you come out at the desk to tell the customer that you´re already closed for the day.
But to your surprise; Dammon is standing there with a small bashfull smile, carrying your basket in his hand. "Am I disturbing?"
You hold your hands up and shake your head "No, not at all... but we are all out off sweets, unfortunately." You give him an apologetic look.
"Ah, I´m sure your treats are much tastier here, inside the quiet bakery than in my forge... but I´ve come to bring your basket back." He puts the item on your desk as he looks around, admiring the decoration and it doesn´t seem like he is ready to go yet.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" you catch the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks as he rubs his neck while asking.
Your own face heats up "Uhm, yes, erm- I mean no I don´t have plans but yes I-I would spend it with you- if that´s what your asking of course..."
Dammon chuckles at your behaviour and you can´t help but laugh a little too. It´s clear that he knows you have a crush on him which gives him the confidence to ask you out.
"Then we could go for some tea or a light meal in the tavern?" You nod and look down on yourself then back at him "but I´ll need to go back home and change real quick, if that´s ok."
The tiefling agrees and tells you that he´ll be back in an hour to pick you up, so that you two can walk together there.
After he left you run up the stairs to your room and get ready as fast as possible. You put on nicer clothes and decide that you should let your hair open. Quickly putting on a little makeup, you grab your bag and go downstairs. The half finished dishes are long forgotten in the sink.
Dammon´s already waiting for you outside, wearing a simple shirt and vest, with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows which reveal several little burns and scars on his arms from working in the forge.
You rush outside, his tail wags excitedly as he catches the sight of you by his side. "I hope you didn´t wait too long" you start.
He offers you his arm which you bashfully accept. "Don´t worry, you´re right on time." He offers you a smile and guides you to the next tavern.
All while you feel your heart beating against your chest because of how close he is. You´re itching to put your other hand on his arm as well, curious how his muscel and rigged skin must feel like.
Even though it´s almost 10 p.m the city is still wide awake, there are a lot of people who are also very drunk but the walk to the tavern isn´t long and you two arrive it in less than a 15 mins walk.
The noise of the tavern makes you feel a little uneasy since you´re not a fan of loud sounds in general and it seems that Dammon also caught up on that by your tense body language.
That´s why he guides you to a small table in the corner, hoping that it would ease your mind a little.
"Do you already know what you´d like to order?" he asks as you both look at the menu. "Yeah I think I´ll take the same as always; some fried potatoes with the yoghurt sauce."
He nods and calls for the waiter to order for the two of you "I´ll have the chicken steak with grilled vegetables and for my partner fried potatoes with yoghurt sauce. For drinks we would like some lemonade." And with a nod the waiter is gone.
You can´t help but figet a little on your chair as he called you his partner. "You look quite lovely tonight, [Name]" and again he manages to make a blushing mess out of you.
"Thank you, I know I probably looked a bit messy earlier when I came to your forge" you admit but he chuckles fondly and assures you that "No, I actually thought you looked quite adorable even though you came straight from your bakery. The flour on your clothes actually suits you very well."
The waiter is quick with your order and as Dammon thanks him he leans back with his drink "Don´t worry about being messy around me, I think you know my work isn´t the definition of clean."
And you do just that, you both dig into your meal and it seems that Dammon was very hungry since he eats way faster than you do.
After minutes of silent eating he begins "What made you decide to open the bakery nearby?"
Swallowing your food you start to explain "Well, it was always my dream to open up a bakery with my friend Emma. Even as kids we would tell everybody that we will have our own bakery someday. But without her and my parents I wouldn´t be able to, even though I had a lot of jobs to save up the money."
Dammon listens and nods understandingly "I feel the same way about smithing... and I´ve also worked extremely hard to forge my name in this town..."
He chuckles before looking at you "Pardon the pun."
Taking a bit of his meal he continues "How has business been going for you?"
You are relishing the possibility to talk about your bakery "You know, sometimes it goes good and then bad agan. It´s a constant rollercoaster actually so it´s never really steady. Also the customers for some reason rarely try any new receipts out and sometimes they are so rude about the littlest thing which leaves me questining humanity at some point."
Dammon smiles warmly with understanding eyes and he can tell that you are very passionate about your bakery.
"But how is it going for you?" you ask in return.
Before answering he takes a sip of his drink "It´s been an experience, for sure." He puts his glass down and rubs his chin thoughtfully, "The locals seem to appreciate my work, some of the adventures I forged weapons for have come back for more." he proudly tells you.
His expression sours for a second "Not everone is a fan of a tiefling though, at least not at first. I suppose my appearance can be intimidating."
Feeling bad for him, you put your hand over his "I´m sorry, I cant imagine how horrible it must be to be the victim of rasicm. I´ve also heard how some people talk about tieflings."
He turns his hand around to hold your as his voice falters a bit when he mentions "Yes... I´ve heard my fair share of slurs while walking the streets. Many avoid me or give me dirty looks."
You squeeze his hand, thinking about how people could be this mean to someone so nice, even if they don´t know him. "If it´s anything worth I think your tiefling features look good and I had no ill thoughts about you." Confessing this makes you avoid his gaze while your cheeks heat up.
Even Dammon can´t hide his blush as his tail stills before wagging happily again. "Thank you... that´s very sweet of you to say [Name]. Not everyone appreciates my infernal features, even me sometimes."
He chuckles and strokes his thumb over your hand. His hand leaves yours and you already miss his warmth over your now cold one.
The rest of the dinner goes rather quietly. You two talk a little about this and that, getting each other to know better.
As the waiter comes back for the bill, Dammon is quick to turn down your offer to at least pay for yourself, reasoning "Please, allow me to pay for today. I don´t often have someone to dine with and I´d like to repay you for the sweets today."
On your way home he again offers his arm which you happily accept. You two walk in silence, finally the city quiet down which creates a comfortable atmosphere between you two.
A shiver runs down your spine as the wind blows against your back. "May I?" he ask while taking his arm out of yours to put it around your shoulders, nodding you allow him as you snuggle his side.
Being this close to him, lets you feel his warmth and smell his scent, which make you weak once again.
At the entrance of your bakery, he starts "Today was really nice, I hope we could repeat it sometime."
"Yes, I´d love to." You give his cheek a little peck while he squeezes your shoulders. He watches you get in before waving a little bye, making sure that you´re save so that he can go to his own home across the street.
You don´t really feel like sleeping, thinking about the dinner causes you to giggle and kick your feet. You can´t help but daydream about the next steps with Dammon. How and when he would confess his love for you.
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Also I´m always open to talk about this fine man, (I´m basically open to chat about literally every bg3 character) xD
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allkordelia · 1 year
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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (24)
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It was gloomy outside today, the sun hid behind the clouds this morning as the snow fall rapidly and the wind blew moderate but that could change in the evening. It looks like it could be a snow squall which means she should announce an incoming storm, and get the septas and septons to prepare the sept for the people.
Rhaelle was wide awake staring through her curtains of her window, when she was pulled from her deep thoughts by the man half laying on her. Daemon was sound asleep with his left arm resting on rhaelle's stomach as his left leg was press against her own, and his head was on her shoulder snoring softly, a curve of the corner of her mouth lifted as she lies there by him.
Rhaelle let out a soft exhale thinking about last night or was it a couple hours ago, she couldn't remember not when different parts of her body still ache from daemon's feverish attacks. Daemon certainly was right in the end, he might have "won" her heart but she got the prize and that prize was the best prize she has ever been given in a long time. Even though, she's not old like daemon or young like her cousin, she usually wouldn't allow it to continue on like that due to her early mornings and typical tiredness after her pleasure session with the servants but daemon was persistent in making their love making last longer.
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The bed creaks under the queen movement as she rides daemon, the sweet moans that left the prince's lips causes rhaelle to move fast on top of him. The prince watch his belove in awe as his hand massage her bundle of nerves in slow circular motions. Rhaelle's hand was on daemon's chest as she moves up and down on his cock, she was getting close but her peak seem so far with the way daemon was touching her.
She begs daemon to move faster causing daemon to chortle and sit up, he pulled rhaelle into a deep kiss before he moved to lay her on her back. He planted kisses down down her cleavage as he use the headboard for support, rhaelle wrapped her legs around daemon's waist as he finally thrust inside her. The bed hit the wall just as his skin slaps against her thighs, daemon let a grunt as he stills as he comes inside her with his head press against hers so he can see the look on her face as she goes through another orgasm.  He move his lips to kiss her lips and her cheek and chin before resting his face in her cleavage, rhaelle laid there in absolute bliss as she plays with daemon's hair as she smile dumbly at the ceiling.
The tiredness felt like a heavy blanket on her, she close her eyes with a soft sigh only the sounds of the fireplace crackling and the even breathing of daemon made her slowly drift off to sleep.
Daemon was still wide awake and he did not wish for this to be over, so when he heard the soft snore of his belove under him and moves his head to glance up at her. Her eyes were close but he knew so wasn't fully sleep, he move to place a kiss on her stomach before another one along her belly button and another as it trails to her cunt. The prince smiled at the sound of his belove low moan, he felt fingers tangle in his head as he kiss her thigh and her lips.
"Dae, it is getting late, i need sleep." Rhaelle groan out as she reopen her eyes to turn her head to look at daemon cozily between her legs.
"Just one more and then we are finish, my belove." He whispered before moving his tongue lick at her folds causing her whimper.
"But, I am tired." She whine, not sure it was from the exhaustion or the pleasure, but daemon didn't care he just wanted to hear her sweet sounds again.
"Just one more, my belove, just one more." He purr before indulging himself  to her cunt making the young queen bite her bottom and moan, daemon move his head slightly like rhaelle likes making her back arch off the bed as he use his tongue to fuck her until she forgot about wanting to sleep.
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Rhaelle was pulled from the pleasant memory by her chamber door opening, she looks over and saw meya and alora coming through the door. The two sisters were quiet coming in knowing daemon was there keeping the queen's company until her feet healed, they look to the armchair that the prince was last seen in making them glance over to the queen's bed chalking it up to him leaving in the night.
Boy were they wrong.
Alora and Meya gawk at the bed where the queen laid with daemon in her arms, rhaelle move her finger to her lips telling them to be quiet before point to her wardrobe. When they shock expression turn to one of pure happiness, rhaelle rolled her eyes as they stood there with stupid smiles one their faces. She snap her fingers making her give them a sharpe look before she pointed to her wardrobe again for them to find her something to wear, alora and meya move slowly as they stare at the two bumping into each other as they try to take a glimpse of daemon.
Before rhaelle could throw something at them, she stills as daemon shifted on the bed but not too much. He just moves up a bit so he could rest his face in rhaelle's neck, making it hard for her to get out of bed and dress for her meetings without waking him. She heard a low giggle making her shoot a glare at the pair, alora had her hand over mouth as meya averted her eyes finally opening the wardrobe to find a dress. Rhaelle turn her eyes to where alora was looking to find half of daemon's butt was out making her use the blanket that daemon covered them with before bed and took it off her legs to hide daemon, she look back at alora who had a faint smile as she look at you before turning to her sister.
Meya handed her sister a black flowy gown with dirty gold patterns along the waist and black and gold flats to match with them, as meya felt the shoes and alora held the dress, they watch as rhaelle try to get out of the bed without being detected.
Daemon's hand squeezed rhaelle's waist keeping her from leaving, she sigh before moving to lean down close to him to whisper.
"I have to get ready," he made a sound of displeasure as he press his face deeper into her neck making her sigh, "Please, Dae, I promise I'll be back," she said low, she kiss his forehead multiple times before she pleaded again.
Daemon grunt loosen his grip from her waist causing her to thank the gods, she slide from under him and use her gown to cover her body as she walk over to the sisters. They move quickly and quietly as they nove around rhaelle to dress her, the young queen would glance over to her bed to see daemon's face was in her pillow and on her side of the bed still asleep. When the girls wetr finish rhaelle step from between them and walk to her bed, she kneel down just a bit staring at him for a minute before pressing a kiss to daemon cheek making him stir and crack an eye open to look at her.
"Don't get up just yet, I won't be gone for too long, go back to sleep." She said moving his hair our his face, daemon hum softly listening and going back to sleep.
The ends of rhaelle's mouth curve into a smile, she peck his face one past time before getting up and getting followed out her chamber.
"He will be up soon, have the maid bring him breakfast in bed. Do we still have those oranges in the kitchen?" She asked as the two sisters follow behind her.
"Yes, ma'am." Rhaelle nod.
"Good. Ask the kitchen to squeeze some and bring me a cup for the meeting." She already turn looking at the sisters, when neither of them move, she cross her arms with a annoyed look.
"What?"
"Was he good?" Alora asked with sly smile.
"That is none if your business." She turn back around and kept walking.
"In other words, he was fucking great." Alora grin as she stood by the queen's side like meya and try to keep up with her pace.
"I don't kiss and tell like you, alora." Meya giggle at her sister offended face as they turn down a corner.
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jaimistoryteller · 2 years
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Why Help is Needed 2.0
Hiya All
I hope you are all well. The vast majority of this will be under a read more simply cause it is long and covers the last few years for those who don’t know me and may wonder why I am in need of help so bloody often.
I want you all to know I appreciate all of it, whether it is share, donating, buying one of my books, commissions, or any other way it may be. Thank you all.
Jaimi
$0/902
as of 12/27/2022 10 pm
Post info on current situation
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Why 2.0? Cause half asleep me managed to delete it again. So gotta rebuild again.
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Redo Timeline since I sort of deleted it, again, while half asleep. really shouldn't try cleaning my tumblr up while half asleep.
Still need to finish, but here’s a starting point!
Current Situation
Hiya All
Happy winter holidays or season, as you prefer.
It's been a long month between:
internet outages cause of snow storms
being trapped in the house cause a blizzard
sleeping more than I care to admit cause of a sinus infection, pain, and migraines [though I sometimes think it was just one long one with times it started to fade before something triggered it once more]
9 hour trip to hospital cause dad coughed so much it made his throat swell and caused breathing issues
vet appointments
doctors appointments
food stamps getting cut back for a few really stupid reasons
having to argue with the insurance multiple times
So, with all that being said, between mine and dad's account, we're $902 in the hole. While I am not as worried about his, he'll get his VA pension, I am worried about mine, as it came from getting meds, getting food, and paying a few bills. I need to get them out of the hole before the next round of bills, meds, and food is needs.
Any and all help would be appreciated! Thank you for taking the time to read this.
$0/902
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Money Needed History
6/16/2022 - $721
6/1/2022 - $656 [got $144 of that]
6/25/2022 - $540 electric
7/14/2022 3 pm - $36/480
8/4/2022 - $472
8/31/2022 - $1147
9/6/2022 - $50 of 1147
9/22/2022 - $1796 
10/1/2022 - $1181
11/15/2022 - $981 of which $750 was thankfully covered
12/17/2022 - $232
12/27/2022 - $902 
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House Stuff Needed
I may hate amazon, but right now I’ll deal with them if anyone wants to send stuff from the list:
Stressful Times Needs & Wish List
The list has two parts, or three, depending on how you look at it, as the first and second can technically be merged.
1. Necessities
Happybuy PEX Tubing Pipe 2 Rolls of 1/2 Inch X 100 Feet PEX Tubing
Gerber Plumbing Tub & Shower Set Three Handle Chrome
SharkBite 1/2 Inch Ball Valve, Push to Connect Brass Plumbing Fitting, Water Shut Off
Thomas & Betts B120AUPC 1G 20 CU in Zip Box W/N (Pack of 100) WIRE 12/3 NMWG 250' REEL
SOUTHWIRE COMPANY #28827455 250' 14/2 W/G NM Cable
14/2 UF-B Wire, Underground Feeder and Direct Earth Burial Cable (100ft)
I recently had to replace two of my three breaker boxes, which set me behind on bills. Why? Cause they had breakers melted and shorting, some that would be in the off position but still have power going through them, others that would say they were on and not have power. But the one melted to the breaker box? That was the really terrifying one. So I need to replace the wiring, as I discovered a lot of my wiring is 30+ years old. There are sections of my house without power. Hence the reason any help there is wonderful. 
Why not go to DHS and get an electrician to help? A couple of reasons - there is a lifetime limit on how much they will help with a house if you ain’t dying. I’d be expected to pay at least half, which cost more than me getting the stuff and doing it myself. Not a fan of strangers in my house and would be worrying my service dog [and probably them since Winston is a rottie] the entire time.
The other section of the necessities list is for plumbing stuff. My pipes are a disaster, I have exactly one working sink in the house, the kitchen sink. To turn my tub/shower on/off I have to go in Dad’s room and use the access panel on/off valves since the handles don’t actually turn off, and when I was going to take them apart to see if replacing the washer would do the trick, the wall started crumbling, so I was unable to actually do so.
2. Would be Nice
Highcraft ID234x50 Half Clamp J-Hook with Nail For Pex Tubing Pipe Support, 1/2 in, Black
Owens Corning "EcoTouch" PINK FIBERGLAS Insulation for Attic 15"x25', Unfaced
Pink Insulation Foam 1/2" Thick (6 sq ft)
(30) 1/2" Brass PEX Fittings 10 Each Elbow TEE Coupler Reducer Lead Free Crimp Cinch PEX GUY
Sterilite ClearView 3 Storage Drawer Organizer
Harris Diatomaceous Earth Food Grade, 5lb
Each would make my life easier in some way while I am working on things or to lower the bills long term.
3. Things to Help with Relaxing and Dealing with Stress
Derwent Colored Pencils, Drawing, Art, Metal Tin, Metallic, 12 Count (2305599)    
Black Widow Skin Tone Colored Pencils for Adult Coloring - Color Pencils for Portraits and Skintone Artists
Fuck This Shit: A Motivational Swear Word Coloring Book
You Fucking Got This : Motivational Swear Words Coloring Book
Butts, Bleps, and Beans Cat Coloring Book
Adult Coloring Book : 60 Stress Relieving Animals Designs
Mindfulness Coloring Book For Adults: Zen Coloring Book For Mindful People
Mandala Art
Mindfulness Coloring Book for Teens
Xyron Create-a-Sticker, 5", Sticker Maker, Machine, Permanent Adhesive
Markin Arts Stretched Canvas 8x10" 10 Pack Blank Canvas Board 
I try to spend a little bit of time every day coloring, partially cause my therapist suggested it after I mentioned it can be soothing, and partly because it gives me some time not looking at a computer screen and still relaxing.
Last but not least on the list is the Lowe's Gift Cards, they make it easy for me to go buy the supplies needed for the project I am most focused on or would be easiest. Considering my list doesn’t include any of the wood, screws,
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History & Timeline
There is a lot of things that have happened to cause a large part of this current situation. This list has some but not all of the event that have happened in the last few years. If I covered all of it, we’d be here forever it feels like.
2009 July 7th - car accident that started my life downwards, I was passenger, had my ankle smashed requiring surgery. The reason I now have nerve damage.
2011 - had to have the metal that rebuilt my ankle removed as I developed an allergy to it after one of the screws shifted out of position, damaging a tendon and nerve as it did so. 
2012 December - stopped working full time, as I kept ending up in the hospital from simple injuries that could have been avoided if not always pushing through the pain. My right leg likes giving out cause the nerve damage.
2013 January to current - filed for disability, still fighting for it.
2018 February - my seventh concussion, screwed up my ability to use the computer or other digital devices for a long while.
2022 April 1 to June 14 - nine trips to the hospital, totaling 21 days in total, plus another 11 days dedicated to doctors visits. When not going back and forth to the doctors/hospitals was dealing with pain and sleeping a lot.
2022 June 18 to 21 - several days with migraine and migraine aura
2022 July - lots of storming, when not storming working on roof or sleeping off pain. 
2022 August & September - seven hospital trips, including one over night, and nine doctors appointments later, means I spent a lot of time exhausted when not working on finishing my damned roof up so it would not leak in the house. Two cats I hand nursed passed away as well, which was emotionally painful.
2022 October to November 14 - so much shit: doctor appointments, emergency vet appointment, dealing with migraines, power outage
2022 November 15 to December 10 - more migraines and pain, finally ended up at the clinic, had a major sinus infection, got put on antibiotics which knocked me out for the next week
2022 December 18 - spent my legal day at the hospital with dad after he coughed so much his throat started closing up. 
2022 December - that blizzard was fun
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Proofs
[ID: screenshot of dad’s checking account -$571.83, my checking account -$211.90, and my savings -$119]
[ID: screenshot of my paypal $0]
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and-claudias-world · 1 year
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His Heir pt 25 (Darth Maul x Pregnant! reader)
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Taglist sign-up (there have been some issues with people not fully reading the requirements for being on the taglist, so, please, read everything thoroughly)
Word count: 2172
Warnings: Angst (again, I'm sorry!!!!)
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The past handful of days, living with Maul had been pure bliss. Everything just seemed so perfect. Even Qi’ra had been decently pleasant this week. Everything was as it should be. Until now. I had woken up in a bad mood. I wasn't sure why but I did, and now every little thing was adding to it, especially the way Maul seemed to be ignoring me. He wasn't I was just being moody and jealous. 
The meeting with Rellen was stressing everyone out. Her father was one of the head sponsors of Crimson Dawn. He had recently, unexpectedly passed away, leaving her in charge. She was known for being over the top, very dramatic, and just spoiled by her daddy’s money. I just hoped she would have enough of a brain to continue on with what her father had already had in place. 
Maul had already left for the morning, leaving me to get ready alone. Another thing to add to my bad mood. When I got to his office everyone was waiting outside for us to head to the meeting room together. One of the advisors smiled at me and said that I look like I was “absolutely glowing today” and it rubbed me the wrong way. It felt like that was just something you say to pregnant women to make them feel better. Regardless, I said thank you and continued on to Maul’s office. When I opened the door Qi’ra was handing Maul her datapad to look at something, and she was standing a bit too close. 
“Good morning, darling.” Maul said with a smile, handing the datapad back.
“Am I interrupting?” I asked, a slight snark tone in my voice. 
“Not at all. Just finishing up a few things before the meeting.” Qi’ra said. 
She was being genuine and deep down I knew that but my mind was already set on being in a bad mood so I didn’t care. 
“Good.” I said, “Maul would you help me with my necklace?” I said walking over and handing it to him. 
“Of course.” He took it and carefully clasped it for me as Qi’ra stepped out. 
“Is everything alright? You seem upset.” He said gently. 
“I’m fine.” I said, but I knew he wouldn’t buy it. 
He looked at me knowing that I was lying. But before he could say anything his com buzzed. 
“Lord Maul, we are all set in the meeting room.” A droid’s voice sounded through the small device. 
“We can talk about this later< alright?” He asked, rubbing my upper arm and leaning over to give me a kiss. 
I only nodded as we walked out of the room. We all walked behind him as he lead the way to the meeting room. Rellen should be arriving anytime now. As we waited for her everyone just kind of mingled about making small talk. I busied myself with looking over my notes for the meeting. 
Finally, nearly half an hour later, she walked in. Her skin-tight burgundy dress hugged her perfectly, just like the dresses I used to wear before I was pregnant. And the way she swayed her hips walking towards Maul was about to send me over the edge. She knew what she was coming in here for, but what she didn't know was he belonged to me. 
Just as the thought crossed my mind I had to remind myself that he didn’t. We may not have a label on what we were but he sure as hell wasn’t single. 
"Lord Maul, it's such an honor to be here, in your presence." She said and curtsied causing me to roll my eyes. 
"Yes, I'm sure it is. Now if we can hurry along the formalities we’ve been waiting for your arrival for some time now seeing as you are late." Maul said.
"My apologizes." She said as she followed him across the room with Qi'ra right behind them. 
Maul took his seat at the head of the table, with Qi'ra and Rellen on either side of him, I went to take my seat next to her but she held the chair in with her foot. 
"Excuse me, this is where I am supposed to sit for the meeting, move your foot." I said as politely as I could. 
She looked me up and down in disgust before turning to Maul. 
"Lord Maul, I only speak with the top advisors. Could you please point them out so I know who to speak with? I do not wish to speak some low life, nor will I sit next to one." She said clearly hinting at me. 
"Well, Qi'ra is my right hand.” He nodded to Qi’ra, “And this lovely lady is," he held a hand out to motion to me, "Is my head advisor, Yn." 
In the split send she was in shock I ripped the chair back and took my seat. 
"How did she become your head advisor?" She asked. 
"I would love to answer that for you." I sassed. 
"Well, I was asking Lord Maul." She shot back. 
"Too bad, I am going to answer you. I have worked for Maul long before Crimson Dawn was what it is now. I was with him back on Mandalore, and I've watched him grow Crimson Dawn from the ground up. Hell, I even ran it for a decent amount of time. I earned this position by being loyal to him." 
"Then why aren't you his right hand?" She shot back. 
"He had other plans for me." I said. 
She glanced down at my stomach and smirked as she met my eyes once again, "Yeah as his little plaything, but now it appears that you're not as fun as you once were."
I rolled my eyes. It was clear that she didn’t keep up with what was going on in here. 
"I'll have you know that he asked me to carry his heir to Crimson Dawn." 
She turned back to Maul, "Lord Maul you do know there were others out there that would have willingly given you a much better heir than she ever could." 
"Perhaps that is true, but we have better things to discuss. So if we could get going with it." Maul growled. 
His word went straight through me. It was a knife through the heart.  For a split second, I have him an incredulous look. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Qi'ra give me a look of sympathy as she realized what he had just said. 
"You're right Lord Maul," I never used that title with him, "Qi'ra, why don't you take this one." I said sliding my datapad to her.
She didn't say a word just gave me a nod and picked up the device. 
"I thought you were supposed to lead this meeting." Maul said. 
"Well, I think Qi'ra should do it instead." I said. 
My tone was a bit more snappy than I meant for it to be but no one addressed it. 
For the rest of the meeting, I only spoke when I needed to and never directly to Maul. I couldn't even look at him right now. After everything I had done for him and everything I was currently doing for him, I mean I was literally having his baby, he had the audacity to say someone else could have given him a better heir. 
The moment the meeting was over I pushed back from the table and hurried off to my room, not Maul's quarters. I didn't want to be around anything that reminded me of him, which wasn't very effective seeing as his child was with me 24/7. I locked the door and crawled under the covers on the bed after slipping off my shoes. Though I hate to admit it I cried. 
After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door. I figured it was him so I didn't answer. 
"Yn, it's Qi'ra. May I come in?" Her voice surprised me. 
I slowly stood up from the bed. I checked my appearance only decide that I didn't care that I looked like shit before opening the door. 
"Why?" I asked. 
"Please, I know we haven't gotten along in the past but I felt the need to check on you. May I come in?" She asked. 
I stepped back into the room and nodded her in. She stepped passed me and I closed the door locking it once again, I didn't want him coming in. 
"If you want a drink, help yourself." I pointed over to the small bar in the corner. 
"Thank you, maybe in a moment." She looked around the room, "These are beautiful. I had heard about your paintings in the halls but I haven’t gotten to see them very often." 
"Thank you." I said awkwardly. 
"Why don't we sit for a moment." She said. 
We both took a seat on the loveseat. 
"What Lord Maul said today was out of line." She said. 
"You got a lot of balls saying that." I scoffed. 
"We both know it's the truth though, and if I could say it to anyone it would be you." She reasoned. 
I nodded, and despite my best efforts my eyes began to water as the emotions that I had felt when he first said it. 
"He's wrong. And I know I could get into... let's just say a lot of trouble, for saying that but he is. He doesn't know I came here, he thinks I went off to my quarters but I knew you'd be here. He doesn't know you're here either I don’t think. I believe he's under the impression that you weren't feeling well so you returned to rest in his quarters. You should try and talk to him, I don't think he realizes what he had said. But of course, do it on your own time. Or if you really want him to feel bad make him figure it out himself." She suggested with a smirk. 
I smiled at her, "Thank you Qi'ra." 
She nodded with a kind smile, "You're welcome. I figured with everything that is coming up for Crimson Dawn we might need to repair our rocky past. And this seemed like it might be our opportunity to start that process. I’m willing to put everything behind us. I can see now that you really don’t want my job." 
"I agree. And it’s about time." I joke slightly, returning the kind smile. 
"Well I should get going, I have a lot of work to do. I can see myself out." She said standing up. 
"Thank you Qi'ra." 
"Of course. If you ever just need to vent, I'm here if you need me. I mean we share an office, so I’m never too far away. Also, don't worry, I won't tell him you're here." She said before leaving, the door automatically locking once again. 
After she left there wasn't much to do in my quarters. I didn't want to do much anyways. So, I opted for watching a holofilm. 
Once that movie finished I wasted no time starting a second one. The loveseat wasn't the most common thing and I'd love to be sitting on the plush, lavish couch in Maul's quarters right now. At some point, I drifted off to sleep. The holoscreen was still on as well as the lamp beside the couch. 
I woke up sometime later now with a blanket draped over me, and everything turned off. Despite the darkness of the room, I could make out his figure on the opposite side of it. He had the chair away from my work desk and now sat in it, asleep with his arms crossed over his chest and head slumped forward. 
"Maul." I called his name and got no response. 
I grabbed one of the throw pillows and tossed it at him effectively waking him up. After he gained his surroundings he stood to turn on the lamp closest to him. 
"Yn, I was worried about you. I thought you weren't feeling well after the meeting so I went to check on you in my quarters but you weren't there. I began to fear the worse." He said. 
"Get out." I said sitting up more. 
He looked shocked. 
"Why? What have I done wrong?" 
"That's exactly it! You don't even know what you did which makes it all the worse. Just leave. You can come back when you realize what you've done wrong." I said standing up to lead him to the door. 
He was quiet and I knew what he was about to do, read my mind to find out but once again I blocked him. 
"Yn you can't block me out like that, what if something were to happen to you or the baby? I wouldn't know." He tried to reason as he walked to the door. 
He knew better than to argue with me, he always did. 
"Then I guess you better figure out what you did quickly." I said. 
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animebw · 7 months
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Seasonal Reflection: Summer 2023 Anime
I've noticed over my years of seasonal anime watching that summer tends to be the weakest season of the year. For whatever reason, everyone saves their good shows for winter, spring or fall, leaving the middle of the year to limp along with few real standouts. But god almighty, even by those standards, this was a dismal fucking season of anime. Forget just not having many good shows, there were so few shows that even had the potential to be good. Trying to find anything with a fighting chance of turning out even halfway decent felt like trawling for nuggets of half-digested corn in an overflowing septic tank of obviously bad isekai, obviously bad light novel junk, and obviously bad wish-fulfillment rom-coms. And then, just to add insult to injury, basically all the shows that did start out strong ended up tripping over themselves in some way. So not only were there so few anime even worth keeping up with this season, none of them managed to score anything higher than "pretty good." This is, unquestionably, the worst anime season I've sat through since I started watching seasonally. So let's take stock of the few shows I kept up with and pray for better things once the much-more-promising fall season gets under way.
Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead: Unfinished/10
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Well, isn't this unfortunately ironic. The increasingly exploitative conditions that anime is made under have resulted in so many high-profile shows suffering production delays as their animators crash up against the cruelty of overwork and corporate greed. But there's something particularly disquieting when that fate befalls a show that's all about breaking free from your shitty exploitative job. Zom 100 sets out to extol the joys of living a free life unchained by capitalism's cruel clutches even in the midst of the end of the world, but ends up so ravaged by those very chains that it was unable to finish its run before it ran out of timeslots. And now its last three episodes are left in limbo, the entire production team waiting for a chance to recover and find some way to bring their work to a close. It's a pretty bleak situation that almost makes you believe a zombie apocalypse would actually be preferrable to our current state of affairs. Especially when, uh, this is not a show you want to give the audience extra time to think about. Cause the more you think about it, the more all its aggravating flaws- painfully simplistic moralizing, a sexist streak that refuses to just fucking die- start to sour your good feelings for the rollicking ride it's taking you on. I can only hope the final episodes, whenever they arrive, close it out on a strong enough note to make the ride feel worth it.
Mushoku Tensei Season 2 (1st Cours): 1/10
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I have stewed long and hard over how to phrase my thoughts on the second season of Mushoku Tensei. I've agonized for hours on how to express how viscerally, repulsively infuriating this show has become. But ultimately, there's only one thing I can say: Fuck this show and fuck everyone who likes it. Fuck every free ride this show gives Rudeus so he never had to face consequences for his actions. Fuck the hypocritical stabs at "redemption" that only serve to excuse and justify every female character slobbering over an unrepentant pedophile. Fuck the single worst use of slavery I've ever seen in an isekai (Cannot fucking believe I have to give Shield Hero credit for anything). Fuck this lifeless waste of a cast that steadfastly refuses to have a single interesting member. Fuck the misogyny. Fuck the masturbatory woe-is-me manpain. And most of all, fuck every last braindead, media-illiterate mouth-breather who decided to turn this irredeemable garbage into a modern anime classic. The success of Mushoku Tensei is the death of everything I love about this medium, and I will never forgive any of you for bringing us to this point. Go. Fuck. Yourselves.
My Happy Marriage: 4/10
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God, I really wanted to like this one more than I did. Isn't it great to see high-profile shoujo anime with impressive productions making a comeback after years of drought? And this is a story about trauma and healing and discovering your self worth and all that good stuff! This should've been right up my alley. And yet, My Happy Marriage just left me frustrated and somewhat offended. There's such a powerful story buried in here somewhere, but thanks to a combination of painfully overwrought melodrama that robs its heroine of far too much agency, a poorly handled supernatural twist on the Cinderella formula that only grows increasingly awkward the more it tries to force the two together, and a condescending undercurrent that seems to think the only cure for years of abuse is embracing a hyper-traditionalist form of wifely duties, that nugget of potential never has the chance to blossom. What an utter disappointment.
Saint Cecilia and Pastor Lawrence: 5/10
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Rejoice, folks; we've finally found the mathematical average of the slice-of-life moe romance. Saint Cecilia and Pastor Lawrence is the platonic ideal of the fluffy, disposable rom-com made flesh, pleasant and harmless while watching but leaving no lasting impression once it's done. It's a collection of cute character moments, amusing gags, and occasional stabs at emotion that sometimes tug at your heartstrings a bit, all arranged in their proper places with a likable cast and bouncy animation and just enough energy to stay moderately interesting all the way through. And aside from the somewhat unique setting of a Medieval church as home base for our two awkward lovebirds, none of it lingers in your mind once the episode ends and you find yourself forgetting all the jokes you were just chuckling to. Which may seem like a backhanded complement, but honestly? This is what I would consider the baseline for anime rom-coms. If you're gonna just be fluffy and disposable, this is the absolute minimum you should be aiming for to make me appreciate spending twenty-four minutes every week with you. I can't really recommend it to anyone but the most ravenous rom-com fans, but at least now I have a standard to judge any similar shows that fall short of the mark.
Sugar Apple Fairy Tale Season 2: 5.5/10
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What strikes me most about Sugar Apple Fairy Tale now that it's over is just what an ambitious show it turned out to be. It's one thing to write a hackneyed fantasy racism metaphor about fairy slavery into your swoony shoujo romance, it's quite another to actually try and engage honesty with the implications of that idea as the core driving force of your narrative. And whatever else you might say about it, SAFT is really, truly making an effort to explore discrimination and systemic bigotry, tackling it from so many angles over the course of its 24 episodes without shying away from its thorny complexity. How many other stories like this would dedicate an entire subplot to showing how victims of one kind of discrimination can still perpetuate harm on groups even lower on the social totem pole like SAFT does with Brigit? Or explore how toxic systems of control don't magically get better just because a minority is at the helm like Lafalle? It's that kind of ambition that makes it easier to take this show's stumbles in stride, numerous though they might be at times. I'll always appreciate an earnest, messy attempt at making a statement over a safe, line-toeing space filler without the conviction to even try.
Horimiya Piece: 6/10
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So this is a weird situation where the first season of Horimiya ended up rushing through the source material in order to adapt the whole story, and now this side-quel is going back and adapting all the content the first season skipped over. Essentially, it's a Horimiya DLC, scattered skits with no real cohesion or progression that just exist to give you more good times with the cast you love. But hey, Horimiya was never really heavy on plot to begin with; it's always been more a collection of moments across the lives of these friends than anything else. So I don't see anything wrong with doing a full season of just slice-of-life shenanigans, since that's basically what the first season became once Hori and Miyamura got together. And if nothing else, I certainly appreciated all the extra time with these lovable goofballs; this show does a better job than most of capturing the sheer, absolute chaos that teenage friend groups can cause amongst each other. Unfortunately, there are two episodes in the back half that truly, utterly suck- episode 9 is completely focused on the creepy pedophile teacher the show thinks is just the most hilarious joke ever, and episode 12 faceplants into romanticizing abusive relationships in a really gross way. So if you're gonna check Horimiya Piece out, do yourself a favor and skip those episodes entirely. Your experience will be better off for it.
Undead Murder Farce: 6.5/10
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Pulp is a hard style to define, isn't it? You'd think it would be easy with how influential and popular it's been over the years. Ultimately, though, you just gotta know it when you see it. And Undead Murder Farce is pulpier than a thousand trees being turned into paper at an orange juice factory. It's a Victorian-era serial mystery extravaganza that turns the entirety of 19th-century supernatural adventure literary canon into the backdrop for a rakugo-performing half-oni and a severed immortal head to traipse through solving mysteries as they pursue a larger goal. Over the course of their adventures, they match wits and butt heads with vampires, werewolves, Sherlock Holmes, Phileas Fogg from Around the World in 80 Days, The Phantom of the Opera, Arsene Lupin, Frankenstein's Monster, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. And thanks to the director of Kaguya-sama at the helm, the visual presentation is exactly as gonzo and freewheeling as this brazen OC fanfiction deserves. I enjoyed every second of this goofy-ass show, and I hope we get a second season to see which classic characters our wisecracking immortal detectives rub elbows with next. It's what we deserve.
Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 (1st Part): 7/10
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It's increasingly difficult to pin down my feelings on Jujutsu Kaisen. On the one hand, it regularly delivers some of the coolest, most lavishly animated punch-ups in modern anime. On the other hand, is that enough to cover for the story's incredible lack of focus and constant zig-zagging between different ideas at the drop of a hat? Like, I might need more than ten fingers to count how many times this show just drops in the middle of building up a status quo to shift gears into something entirely different without giving proper closure to what's come before. On the other other hand, though, season 2's backstory arc finally gave us an actual driving force for the story and a strong emotional framework to understand the stakes at play, except then it almost immediately reverses on that idea by revealing one of the critical characters has been dead the whole time and his story's suddenly over just when it was really getting under way, and... eh. Look, I like Jujutsu Kaisen, and its spectacular action and hilarious character interactions are usually enough to help me forgive its overly convoluted plotting (especially this season with its massive upgrade in directorial flourish and experimental animation). But at some point I'm really gonna start wondering if any of this nonsense will ever amount to more than a slapped-together framework to justify the fights.
Fate/Strange Fake Episode 0: 8/10
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It's probably not a good sign that the only anime to really inspire me this season was basically just a prologue for a show that's still being made as we speak. But with how barren this season has been, I'll take my victories where I can. And sweet buttery Jesus, am I glad that Strange Fake is getting a full adaptation. After years of having no interest in Fate beyond the core story, one of these endless spinoffs finally manages to grab me hook line and sinker. And all it took was the author of Baccano and Durarara filtering the concept of the Holy Grail War through his particular penchant for sprawling, chaotic ensemble stories full of truly deranged characters slamming the full weight of their personalities against each other for the sheer fun of it. Add a mesmerizing new visual style from a longtime key animator making his directorial debut, and the result is an epic hour-long masterclass introduction that leaves you breathless for more. This is what Fate/Zero's first episode should have been. And sure, it could still go horribly off the rails at some point, but for now, I choose to remain hopeful. May this promise of better things to come prove a welcome omen as we leave this miserable anime season behind.
Shows I Dropped:
The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses: Dropped at 2 episodes for extreme GoHands over-animation, and just being a painfully cringey male fantasy rom-com.
Atelier Ryza: Dropped at 1 episode for being boring and generic as fuck. Only worth it for the hilariously crowbarred-in fanservice shots and I can just look those up on their own.
Reign of the Seven Spellblades: Dropped at 2 episodes for some of the most cringe-worthy DeviantArt-tier writing I've ever seen.
The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today: Dropped at 2 episodes for just being boring, even though it's way better than GoHands' other monstrosity this season.
Bang Dream It's MyGo: Dropped at 1 episode for just not vibing with it, idk.
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Sorry (Isn’t Enough)
When James said “I’ve missed things I can never get back” in his little flashback audio, my genuine first thought was, “Oh. Oh homeboy has missed at least one anniversary. Hasn’t he?” and I wrote this from that. 2.5k words (almost exactly)
I stood in front of the mirror, biting my lip. “Too much?” I asked no one. The apartment was empty apart from me. It often was, and I’d taken up talking to myself, apparently.
I took in my outfit. The restaurant wasn’t overly formal. “It’s the shoes,” I decided. “Need more casual shoes.” I pushed my clothes closer to James’ mostly-empty half of the closet to free up where my shoe hanger was crammed in the back next to the wall. “Converse are too casual but I don’t need dress shoes… where are those damn boat shoes—they’re like right in the middle, right?” I kept muttering as I looked down each hanging square of shoe storage.
I hope he’s at least somewhat on time… what if traffic is bad? I thought. James’ job, contracting with the Department, paid very well, but it made his schedule unpredictable. His flight was supposed to land at 4:47, and our dinner reservation was at 5:30. He was fairly certain the Uber would get to the restaurant just in time to meet me there, but things happened at airports. Weather delays, traffic, random people causing a ruckus on a plane.
Stop it. He’ll be there. He promised not to miss our anniversary, I reassured myself, snatching my shoes out of the hanging storage when I finally found the right ones. The blue boat shoes, not the black. He made the Department promise.
I sat on the bed and took off the shoes I’d been wearing before. The nice thing about boat shoes was the lack of laces and buckles. I could just slide right into them.
As I was pulling my fingers out of the back of the first shoe I’d shoved my foot into, my phone starting ringing. I recognized the number—that I wasn’t allowed to save to my phone—of where James had been staying. I snatched my phone off the bed.
“Hey baby!” I greeted.
“Hi love,” James replied.
“Uh-oh. I know that tone. What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “The Department called me yesterday. The job hit a snag. It’s being delayed two more weeks. I won’t be home tonight.”
“But…” I swallowed the tears caught in my throat. “But it’s our anniversary. You—you’ve never missed an anniversary.”
“I know. I tried to tell the Department—but they didn’t listen. And it took them a whole day to give me clearance to even call you about it. I am so, so sorry, love.”
Sorry isn’t enough, I thought, knowing he was too far away to read my mind. I took a deep breath and released a long sigh. The kind that I drew out on purpose to count to ten and keep myself calm. James had known me since we were children. He’d recognize it. “I know you are.”
“Look, the reservation is for two people. Why don’t you call your sister and just take her to a nice dinner?”
“Yeah, yeah maybe,” I said with no real enthusiasm behind the words.
“Baby… I tried so hard to get everything done on time. It should have been finished yesterday if we hadn’t hit the snag as hard as we did. We just need time to fix it. If I had my way, I’d come home to you tonight and then fly back out. I don’t care that that’d put me on a plane for a solid twelve hours. It would be worth it to see you. But the Department won’t let me leave until it’s done.”
“I know you don’t have a choice.”
“I don’t—and I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, James,” I muttered.
I hung up without another word. I blinked, letting the tears welling up spill over and fall down my face. Lowering my phone, I went to the restaurant’s website and canceled the reservation. No point in calling my sister. It wouldn’t feel right.
I tossed my phone onto the bed and yanked the boat shoes off, shoving them unceremoniously back into the shoe hanger. My nice dinner outfit quickly followed, getting put back in the closet until I was standing in just my underthings. I threw back the covers of the bed and climbed in. Appetite gone. It would come back voraciously later, but for now the pit in my stomach hurt more than ached for food.
Curled up on my side, I let myself cry.
I’d been looking forward to dinner for our anniversary, sure. But more than that I’d been looking forward to seeing James again. His job took him away for weeks—sometimes months—at a time. I missed him. Constantly. I didn’t care how much the Department paid him when it meant I never got to see him. It was weird, growing up practically glued at the hip only to never see him as an adult. When we also shared a bed.
I don’t know how long I cried. I allowed myself to release the pent-up sadness, reaching for James’ side of the bed as though I could touch him. But, of course, nothing but the bedsheet met my hand.
I buried my face in his pillow. He’d been gone so long that there wasn’t a trace of his scent lingering on it anymore. That pine scent with a hint of musk that accompanied his aftershave. Nothing. Just the generic smell of laundry detergent. But I kept my head on the pillow anyway. It felt like when we were cuddling so close that he’d pull me off my own pillow and onto his.
Sobs shook my whole body until I had no tears left to cry. I had a headache from all the crying and my whole mouth felt thick with emotion.
It had been years since I cried myself to sleep, but I was too exhausted to get up when I ran out of tears. So my body crashed into unconsciousness with my mind following swiftly after.
I woke up the next morning with a growling stomach. Joints stiff from not moving. Some anniversary, I thought as I got up to go shower and get some breakfast.
Two Weeks Later…
“Love? I’m home,” James said tentatively as he slipped into the apartment.
Silence.
“Baby?” He set his suitcase next to the door and slid out of his shoes. Their apartment wasn’t large—a two-bedroom so he and his partner could share an office—but it wasn’t usually this dead silent.
No response.
James didn’t read his partner’s mind without permission. Not even to check if they were home.
Especially when he knew they were probably pissed at him.
He rushed to their bedroom and peered in. The bed was neatly made, and folded laundry sat on the covers. Theirs. He recognized the shirts and the color they chose for their towel set.
He leaned across the hall to the office. The door was shut, but it faced west so they usually kept it shut to keep out the light of the setting sun at bedtime.
He tested the knob. Not locked. He pushed the door open.
Empty.
The bathroom door was wide open and also empty, apart from toothbrushes in a mug and hair combs on the counter.
There was nowhere else in the apartment they could be.
James sighed and went back to where the kitchen and living room opened up into each other.
A little square of green on the off-white counter caught his eye.
He crossed over and saw the pad of sticky notes with a pen sitting beside it, recognizing his partner’s handwriting. @ my sister’s. Should be back by 7.
There was no signature. No heart doodled in the margins like they normally might have done.
Yeah. They were angry.
James couldn’t blame them. He’d missed their anniversary. They’d been together for years and he’d always managed to make it home for their anniversary.
He sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. The clock on the stove said it was 4:49. A little over two hours before they’d be home. How was he going to be patient for two hours? It wasn’t like he didn’t know where their sister lived. God knew he’d been over to her house for unempowered holidays plenty enough. But the be back by 7 was an obvious implication of don’t come over. I’ll see you when I'm good and ready.
He missed them. All he wanted was to hold them in his arms and kiss them silly. Carry them to bed and snuggle them close to him and… maybe other things, if they were up for it.
But he’d be damned if he disrespected their choice to stay away from him until they were ready.
He closed his eyes—they were tired, dry, and stung when closed—and leaned against the counter with the heels of his palms. They both knew it wasn’t his fault that he missed their anniversary. The Department had sprung the extension of the contract on him with barely any notice. But that didn’t mean his partner wasn’t hurt by it. They had every right to be. After getting their hopes up and having those hopes crash and burn mere minutes before they were probably planning on leaving the house, he’d be more surprised if they weren’t hurt.
Peeling his eyes open, he glanced at where his car keys were sitting in a woven wicker bowl on the trestle table next to the door.
An idea struck him.
Belated anniversary celebration, here I come, he thought, marching over to his keys.
“You’re welcome to stay here overnight, you know,” my sister said as she hugged me.
“I know. But I really should be getting home,” I replied. A bit more sullen than I meant to sound. “Thanks for hanging out with me today.”
“Of course. I’m sorry you and James are having a rough patch.”
“We’ll get through it. I hope. We always have before.”
She squeezed me tighter. “It’s gonna be okay. If you need anything, let me know.”
I nodded as I broke the hug and pulled my keys out of my pocket. “I will. Thank you. Love you.”
“Love you too.” She waved me off as I left her house and went to my car.
I waved and ducked into it, turning over the engine and putting on my seatbelt.
Blasting the radio did very little to drive out my thoughts. James would be home by the time I got back. He had to be. His flight landed at like 4:15 or something. Even the slowest Uber caught in traffic wouldn’t take that long to get from the Dahlia airport to our apartment. If he’d been flying into Orange County airport, LAX, or San Diego airport, maybe. But not Dahlia airport.
What was I going to say? I was still smarting from the pain of him missing dinner and telling me right beforehand. I knew it wasn’t his fault and he hadn’t had a choice. But it still stung. I’d missed him for two weeks longer than necessary and didn’t even know how I could say that through the anger.
I wanted to be nice because I missed him. But I also wanted to yell at him for even taking the damn job that was cutting it so close to our anniversary.
My thoughts spun in unhelpful spirals the whole drive home. Before I knew it, it was five minutes to seven and I was getting out of the car at our building. James’ car was in its usual stall next to where I parked.
I went up to our apartment and paused on the doorstep, staring down at our welcome mat past my keys in my hand. Did I knock or just go in?
I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t the one who’d done anything wrong. And he was probably hurting too but I wasn’t the one who missed our anniversary.
Shoving my key in the lock with more force than strictly necessary, I rammed the deadbolt back and pushed the door open.
“Oh—my God,” I said.
The living room was mostly dark, lit by a pair of tall taper candles in the brass candlesticks James’ mother had pawned off on us when she and James’ father had been purging their decorations. A bouquet of deep red roses sat in a vase between the tapers.
An elaborate dinner was spread out, plates already dished up, set for two. With the tablecloth we only ever really used for the MoonBound solstice draped beneath. Despite the elaborate dinner, the dishes used to prepare it were cleaned and put away, nothing even sitting in the drying rack next to the sink.
The TV was playing one of those several-hour YouTube videos of a fireplace, and the console table the TV sat on had a banner stretched across it that said, Happy Anniversary! In big block letters.
James was standing next to the dining table. In his best black suit, wearing a dark teal tie. He had his hands clasped in front of him and he looked worried.
We just stared at each other for several long seconds while I nudged the door shut until it finally clicked into the doorframe.
I blinked. “I’m underdressed,” I said.
The smile he gave me was melancholy. “You look beautiful. Just as you are,” he said. I dropped my keys in the bowl next to the door but didn’t say anything. He took a step forward, but didn’t get too close to me. “I missed you, love.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “So much.”
My anger broke—and so did my control over the tears I’d been holding back.
I burst into tears and rushed at him, throwing my arms around him while he cradled me close to his chest. I got lost in how many kisses we exchanged. They were wet and salty with how bad I was crying, but neither of us seemed to mind. “I missed you so much, Jimmy,” I whispered.
He blinked tears out of his own eyes, but he was smiling. “You haven’t called me that in a long time,” he said softly, cupping the side of my face in his hand.
“You don’t like it when I use it too often,” I said. I leaned up toward his head and pressed our foreheads together. “Come in, please?”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
—missed you— —look beautiful— —love you— —thank you—
His voice drifted through my mind with comfortable familiarity. I snuggled against him. “I love you too,” I whispered.
He kissed my forehead. “Sit down. Let’s eat.”
We sat and had dinner, and I felt the twist of pain on my heart lighten and ease. I felt like I could finally breathe after two weeks of suffocating.
Toward the end, the conversation had petered out a bit and I found my thoughts spiraling again. “James?” I asked quietly.
“Yes?”
“Never miss our anniversary again.”
He leaned across the table and took my hand. “I’ll do my best, love. I promise.”
—don’t want to hurt you— —so sorry— —not enough, but it’s all I can say now—
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strideofpride · 8 months
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anything you’ve been watching/reading lately that you’d recommend? i think you have stellar taste in media (aka it often matches mine lol) so am curious! hope you feel better soon 💖
Ummmm yes, love this ask!!! (Also I’m so flattered 🥰 you have great taste as well btw)
Books:
Mo Ryan’s Burn It Down! If you’re at all interested in the entertainment industry and how it all gets made, this is basically required reading
the Succession script books (pricey but personally worth it)
I just finished Jill Gutowitz’s Girls Can Kiss Now and felt very seen, a wee bit too relatable
And I’m currently also reading Ann Patchett’s This is the Story of a Happy Marriage, which is a great book for my fellow writers to read
Substack:
I’m a paid subscriber to Hunter Harris’ Hung Up newsletter and I’ve never once regretted it lol
Gotta shout out Dracula Daily as well as the one podcast I listen to rn, re: Dracula (I listen and read at the same time which is perfect for me lol)
Gilmore Women - a Gilmore Girls recap newsletter that talks about everything wrong with each episode lol. I sped through the first six seasons and now I’m depressed that I’m caught up lol
TV:
Minx s2 - it is on Starz which I know most people don’t have but this season has been EXCELLENT
Only Murders in the Building s3 - it’s like a comfort show for me at this point, despite being about murder it makes me feel so cozy. Nora Ephron vibes
The Bear s2 - everyone’s been talking about it already but I just finished and god it was GOOD
The Sopranos - everyone should be doing # Sopranos Sunday with me!!! It’s so fun!! This show is soooo good, really living up to the hype for me
Acapulco - really cute show, makes me wish I was still on vacation in Mexico
Poker Face - bring back standalone episodes like this!!! Bring back character actors doing incredible guest star roles!!!
The Other Two - just. It was the funniest show on TV. It really was. 30 Rock’s spiritual successor which is pretty much the highest praise I can give it
Movies:
Red Eye - I rewatched it after Oppenheimer and it really holds up. Fun, tight thriller that is only like an hour 20 lol. Also Brian Cox aka Logan Roy is in it (and Jayma Mays my beloved)
Theater Camp - as a Jewish theater kid who went to and/or worked at a summer camp every year of her life from ages 4-20, there was no way I wasn’t gonna like this
Mamma Mia series - obviously everyone on tumblr knows about these already but I made my family watch them with me for the Fourth of July and god if I could live in the world of any movie it’d be this one ❤️
Man Up - very cute & fun British rom com I first discovered in college and rewatched this summer. Everyone has incredible comedic chemistry in this, and Lake Bell & Simon Pegg have great sexual chemistry as well (quite a lot of British faces who were nobodies when this was made who’ve gone on to bigger things - most notably Phoebe Waller-Bridge who’s only in a single scene)
X-Men: First Class - my favorite superhero movie ❤️
Indiana Jones series - I rewatched the whole series and saw the new one in theaters this summer. The first and third are literal masterpieces. Second one is mean spirited and racist. Fourth actually has quite a bit of charm, but then it fell apart in the back half. The new one…woof. Nobody but Steven Spielberg should be allowed to direct Indy movies.
Asteroid City - the longer it’s been since I saw it, the more and more I think it might be Wes’ masterpiece
Past Lives - incredible. But I know you already know that one lol
Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret - perfect, perfect film.
The Other Guys - we need Adam McKay and Will Ferrell to get back together, the fate of studio comedies hangs on this (anyway this movie is hilarious - but also if hell is real Marky Mark is obviously gonna burn for all eternity)
Comedy:
John Mulaney: Baby J - I saw him do this special live when he was touring it and I’m mad he cut the FBI bit but he’s still got it
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HYUNJAE - DAHLIA
meaning: dahlia’s represent warnings and change
pairings: noncommittal! hyunjae x office worker! g.n. reader
synopsis: jaehyun was never one to enjoy change in his life- that was until you came along.
word count: 3.6k
warnings: mentions of sexual acts but not described, bit of distaste / awkwardness between reader x hyunjae but not for long
a/n: i took my time with this one idk why i think it’s bc i was so into it for some reason. anyway, i hope you enjoy this one ! it’s one of my favs i’ve written so far. love tropes like this make me happy </3
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if there was one thing hyunjae hated, it was change. he loved comfortability, he thrived within it. so when his friend, younghoon, got promoted to another floor and someone else entered his cubicle to take his place, it was safe to say he disliked the situation.
“come on, it won’t be so bad. i know you’ll miss me but i’ll come visit when i can.” younghoon teased as he ruffled up his friend's hair.
hyunjae pouted, scrunching up his nose and fixing his hair right away. “i’ll survive without you, we’re next door neighbors after all.” he watched his friend take a swig of soju as the chatter of passersby was drowned out. “i just don’t want to have to deal with someone new.”
“you know, for an extrovert you really hate people don’t you?” the older teased, letting out a chuckle as his friend rolled his eyes in response.
“it’s not that, hoon. i just don’t want them messing up what i have going on.” hyunjae loosened his tie as he spoke, avoiding his friend’s gaze.
“you’ve been in the same position for three years, been messing around with sunhee for the past year and have lived in the same apartment building for the past four and a half.” younghoon shook his head, in disbelief of his friends life. “how could you be so happy? don’t you want to like, grow in life? or at least in your career?”
the younger scoffed before taking his last shot of soju, beginning to pack up the leftover food from their dinner stop on the way home. “i like how my life is, dad.” he joked, playfully glaring at the man across from him. “i don’t like too much change. besides, i’ve been thinking of working towards a promotion recently. or at least a raise. i also enjoy having you as a neighbor, so you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”
the next day hyunjae came to work a bit early to help younghoon pack up his desk. it was his first day to the fifth floor and to say he was excited was an understatement, but deep down he would miss his desk-mate-turned-best-friend. he grew to love hyunjae, despite him being quite aggravating at times but in the most loving way possible.
as they finished packing, someone walked towards the cubicle with a small box and approached younghoon shyly. “hi, i’m y/n y/l/n. i was told you’re younghoon? im your replacement.”
hyunjae stared at you, watching your movements as you listened to younghoon explain things to you about the office and day-to-day business. he found you pretty, even greeted you politely at one point to be welcoming. just because he wasn’t happy about this new arrangement didn’t mean he was going to be an asshole, he knew to treat you with respect because at the end of the day it was the universe messing up his mojo, not you.
you noticed how around noon hyunjae left for twenty minutes then came back, his shirt newly wrinkled and hair slightly out of place. you just shrugged your shoulders, not caring too much and just going back to your work. the man didn’t speak to you much, voluntarily anyway. if you had a question, he happily answered. the rest of the day was smooth, up until the last hour when a coworker kept bugging him to leave work early.
“come on, hyunnie. no one’s going to notice. besides,” she lowers her voice, leaning down towards his ear to whisper so only he could hear but man, she sucked at whispering. “i’m still a bit frustrated from earlier.”
ah, they had sex. that makes sense. hyunjae looked to the side, noticing you looking at them but staring back at your computer when his eyes met yours for a split second. his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he looked over at sunhee.
“just meet me at my apartment in an hour, yeah? i’ll be there on the dot, i promise.” he replied, smiling at her as he winked flirtatiously.
and with that, sunhee left the cubicle with her extra key to his apartment, getting ready to head towards his apartment and wait for him there.
“please learn to whisper better.” you retorted, holding back a small chuckle.
hyunjae snapped his head at you, raising a brow. “don’t be so nosy.”
“then don’t be so obvious.”
the next hour went by without even so much as a glance between you two, not even bothering to say goodnight to one another. you were the first the leave for the day, gathering your items and walking home for the day. as you walked past hyunjae, he just stared at you. he was curious about you, but at the end of the day he knew he’d do nothing about it. why add someone else into his life when he was content with how everything currently was?
that night, you lay in bed as you attempted to read a new book you picked up at the local bookstore down the street from your apartment. you say attempt because above you was your neighbor who you had yet to meet, making as much noise as humanly possible with their partner. you weren’t one to complain about much, keeping to yourself as much as possible and not really finding anything to be unhappy about in life. but when you were just trying to read a book this good as you snacked on your strawberries, especially at almost ten at night when they’ve been going at it for three hours, you couldn’t take it anymore.
you slipped on some sneakers and made your way to the stairs, walking up towards the apartment that was providing you with annoyance. as you raised your hand to knock harshly on the door, out came the neighbor that just so happened to be younghoon. you bowed at him slightly, greeting him with a simple hello before knocking on the door.
“so you’re the one who moved in downstairs yesterday?” he asked you.
you nodded in response. “is this neighbor always so loud?“ you asked him, hoping he’d say no.
“well-“ he was cut off as the door swung open.
you were met with a half dressed hyunjae, grey sweatpants being the only thing he was wearing as his abs were fully exposed for all to see. you heard him mumble a ‘shit’ as he hid behind his door in an attempt to cover himself, assuming it would be younghoon to knock and not another neighbor- let alone you.
“what are you doing here?” he whispered, still hiding behind his front door.
“nice to see you outside of work, mister lee hyunjae.” you teased, smiling at him annoyingly. he just rolled his eyes, motioning for you to move on with your sentence. “just please keep it down, please. i’m trying to read and you and sunhee have been at it for hours. thanks.”
and with that, you turned on your heels and walked down the stairs back towards your humble abode. an hour passed and you heard nothing too vulgar, just the occasional moan or grunt. this new chapter of your life was going to be interesting, you thought to yourself as you plopped a strawberry into your mouth.
the next day wasn’t as awkward as you thought it might be. you both greeted each other good morning and went about your day, filing papers and working on sheets on your computers and on paper. as lunch time came along you decided to buy something from the cafeteria downstairs. you had thought you were going to sit by yourself until you saw a lonely younghoon, signaling for you to have lunch with him.
for the next hour and a half, you both enjoyed the surprisingly delicious food provided to you both and got to know each other. he was actually really nice, someone who you thought you could get close with. hyunjae, on the other hand, was starting to annoy you. sure, it was only your second day but he really knew how to mess up first impressions.
“can i ask you a quick question, if you don’t mind?” you asked him. younghoon nodded as he took a bite of his sandwich, awaiting said-question. “so are hyunjae and sunhee, like, a thing, or? because they’re so awkward to be around.”
younghoon covered his mouth as he let out a small laugh, swallowing quickly before responding to you. “they’re a fling, if anything. sorry about that, they can be annoying together.”
you shook your head, playing with the chopsticks on your tray. “it’s not your fault they’re the way they are. i just wish it was more bearable.”
“he’ll come around, just give it time.”
and give it time you did. you waited weeks for hyunjae to become the littlest bit open to you, even spark conversation with him that wasn’t about work. but he never did. you even asked younghoon if you ever did anything to him but he just kept saying how hyunjae didn’t really like people too much. to you that felt like a lie. he was so friendly with everyone else but with you he was cold. and you were his cubicle make for fucks sake, so what was his problem?
truth be told, hyunjae wasn’t sure how to approach you in a friendly manner. whenever he wanted to, he felt himself pulling away from doing so. as previously stated, he didn’t want any new friends to come in and change up his life any more than it had started to since younghoon got promoted to another floor. but being in a cubicle with you nine hours a day, not even making any small conversation with you about something other than work, was starting to drive him crazy. for the past two years he had enjoyed his time with younghoon and their conversational banter. he missed it. but did he miss that itself or younghoon? that’s what he was deciding.
on one of the nights where younghoon and hyunjae normally caught dinner on their way home, the older decided to invite you as well. five minutes before you and your cubicle mate had to leave for the day, younghoon appeared and greeted you both.
“you guys ready for dinner?” younghoon questioned with a smirk on his face.
“what do you mean ‘you guys’?” hyunjae responded as he continued to pack up, reality not setting in for him yet.
“i invited y/n with us tonight.”
as those words left younghoon’s mouth his eyes widened. he looked at you then younghoon, shrugging his shoulders before picking up his bag and standing up. all he said was a simple ‘okay’, no emotion evident in his tone.
you both sat down with your meals at a table outside, enjoying the light spring breeze as the cherry blossoms fell with grace. conversation flowed between you and younghoon naturally as hyunjae sat there, only offering hums in either agreement or disagreements with occasional nods. until his friend decided to speak up.
“jae, can you contribute to this conversation? you’re cubicle mates for crying out loud, act like it instead of a stranger.” younghoon said rather annoyedly as he shoved a rice cake in his mouth.
hyunjae was caught off guard, looking at his friend surprised. “i-“
“he’s right, you know.” you commented, cutting him off as he stuttered. “just because i called you out for being inappropriate with sunhee during work for making me uncomfortable doesn’t mean i’m some kind of asshole.”
you both turned to younghoon as he choked on his water mid-sip, not knowing of this situation that occurred. you both glared at him, making him mumble an apology before going back to stuffing his mouth with the remainder of his rice cakes.
“that’s not why i’m quiet around you. it’s just that that was awkward, and since then i don’t know how to act around you. especially since you saw me shirtless.”
you nodded, taking a sip of the soda in your cup. “that was for a split second before you hid behind the door in embarrassment.”
“it wasn’t in embarrassment-“
“it seemed like it.” younghoon interrupted, looking between you both before landing on his friend. “your cheeks were starting to redden and everything.” he started pointing to his cheeks, holding back a smirk as hyunjae swatted away his hands.
“i-“ he sighed, running a hand through his hair before meeting your eyes again. “i’m sorry. can we just, start over or something?”
just like that, things changed between you both. hyunjae wasn’t sure how it happened, but you both ended up becoming close work friends and friendly neighbors after work hours. you even join both hyunjae and younghoon sometimes for dinner, separating into your own apartments for the night. even people in the office started to realize the shift between you and your cubicle mate. the quiet laughter, the occasional glances, always going and coming from lunch together. even sunhee noticed the change, feeling uncomfortable about it.
“hyunnie, you’d tell me if you wanted to end things right?” she asked one night as she laid her head on his chest after their activities, drawing circles on his stomach.
he nodded as his arms laid behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “now that you mention that, i think we should talk.” and with that, he ended his year and a half fling with sunhee. he was starting to feel it was time to move on from his relationship with sunhee, wanting to find something real with someone for once in life.
“it’s because of y/n, isn’t it?” younghoon asked as both of them walked home after dinner together, you having to stay late at work for a project.
all hyunjae could do was shrug as he sipped on a cherry vanilla cola, looking straight ahead to avoid his friends teasing gaze. “i don’t know, i don’t think so. whyd you ask?”
“you’re drinking their favorite soda, you never drink soda. you’ve been working extra hard at work lately, the boss has been telling me. you even stayed late some nights this week? you’ve never done that before. ever.”
hyunjae looked down at the soda bottle, realizing younghoon was right. he thought about it as weeks passed him by, about why he was suddenly working so hard when he hadn’t before. and when he came to the realization that it was because of you, that’s when he got a bit nervous. he was working hard to impress you, to hopefully receive that raise he previously mentioned to younghoon so he would in the future be able to afford a nicer living situation, a living situation in where you both shared a nicer apartment or even a home. he wanted to be able to afford to spoil you, even take you on dates in the future. but he soon snapped back to reality as he realized he was getting ahead of himself considering he hadn’t even confessed to you yet.
one night as you were finishing up a file you had been working on for the last week, smiling proudly as you were about to finish it, your boss came up to you.
“Mx. y/l/n and Mr. Lee, would you mind staying late tonight to finish up this quick project?” Sangyeon looked down at his watch, calculating how long it would take for you to finish. “It shouldn’t take too long if you work on it together, should be done by eight.”
you both agreed, asking if it was okay to order food for both of you and sangyeon saying it was alright. when the mcdonald’s arrived at the office, you both started working on the project immediately. nothing much was spoken about other than work until another person walked into the office. both of you looked at each other confused since it was only supposed to be you two and the night janitors. when sunhee came into view, looking angered, hyunjae immediately stood up to go calm her down.
“hey sunhee, what’s wrong?” he asked her, pulling her into the break room away from you. he knew why she was angry, he knew her all too well.
“i miss you.” she practically yelled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “i need you. i’ll do anything. i just want you.”
hyunjae unraveled her arms from around his neck, putting a space between them both. “i want something serious and you don’t, sunhee. we discussed this-“
“i’ll change, i promise. we can be serious!” she took a step forth, making hyunjae take a step back.
he shook his head, running a tired hand through his hair. “it’s not you i want a serious relationship with. i’m sorry.”
hearing those words made her heart crush, because truth be told she really did like hyunjae. after six months she started to see him in a different light but never told him because she just knew he only saw her as someone to mess with and no one to spend the rest of his days with. she just nodded, apologized, and walked out of the room and out of the building.
you watched as she tucked hair behind her ear, a singular tear shining in the dimming office light. you wanted to say something but you weren’t sure what, so you just stared at her feeling bad as she left the office. when hyunjae came out of the break room, you watched as he sat back down next to you like before.
“where were we?” he said, ignoring what just happened between him and sunhee.
“are we just going to ignore what happened just now? she left in tears.” you responded to him, grabbing one of his friends and popping it into your mouth. “are you guys done or something?
he glared at you playfully as you smiled at him while chewing on the fry, smiling afterwards. “yeah, we have been for a bit but she wanted to get back together.”
you cocked your head to the side as you took a sip of your sprite, confusion washing over you. “why not? i thought you liked her?”
“i do but not like that. i like her as a person but i can’t see myself growing old with her.” he admitted, sipping on his cola and shrugging his shoulders.
you nodded, humming in agreement as you set your drink aside and put your head in your hand as you propped your elbow up on the desk table. “i get it.” you smiled at him, wiggling your brows in a joking manner. “look at you, wanting to commit and shit. you’re growing up.”
hyunjae copied your move, his chin in his hand as he smiled loving at you with a roll of his eyes. “yeah, yeah. whatever. it’s not my fault, i can’t help how i feel.”
you suddenly felt your heart pick up in pace, swearing if it were any louder the man only inches from you would be able to hear. as you grew closer to hyunjae, you felt yourself being pulled in by his charm and good looks. at first you only liked him as a friend, but as you got to know him better you felt yourself falling for him. you confided in younghoon about your feelings regarding hyunjae sometimes, and he always told you to admit to him. but up until now you thought he was still in his situationship with sunhee. but now that you knew he wasn’t, you decided it was now or never.
“hyunjae-“
“can i kiss you?” he interrupted as he stared at you lovingly, not caring that he cut you off.
without answering, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in a fiery passion. in the moment, neither of you cared that you were in the middle of your workplace and how any janitor could walk in at any moment and catch you two. the only thing that mattered was his lips finally on yours, and how they both moved in sync with one another. his hands traveled to your waist to pull your bodies together while your hands traveled from around his neck to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair.
as your lips cemented together, all you both could feel was firework after firework. this was something you had never felt before, and hyunjae was feeling the same on his end as well. he had never wanted to melt into someone more than he did in this moment, never wanting to let you go in fear he would lose you. he always wanted to just sleep around, never wanting to commit to anyone because no one had ever really kept his interest long enough to do so. but when you came along, he felt the universe pulling him towards you. he felt like he was meant to be in your life, and he was one to never really ignore the universe’s wishes.
when you pulled apart from each other, it took a few seconds to regain a normal breathing pattern. hyunjae brought his one hand up, tracing your curves as he cupped your cheek and grazed the bottom of your lip with his thumb lightly. you smiled, placing a small peck on his thumb as it glided past your parted lips. he chuckled, placing a quick soft kiss on your lips before pulling back to view your face in full.
“god, you’re so pretty.” he mumbled, caressing your cheek and smiling when you leaned into his touch. for a few moments you just stared at one another, feeling on top of the world. then hyunjae cleared his throat, feeling his confidence erupt within him. “did you want to go on a date tomorrow night?”
you nodded, laughing as you pecked his lips once more before pulling away to steal one of his nuggets. “i’d be happy to.”
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hiiee coms offish reopened !!! I’m not able to work regular hours in college so this will have to do<3
Regular style is $10-$20. These are v simple, no super duper funky bgs or extras just a clear cut view of subject. Extra characters are half og price
Icons are $10 flat. They’re essentially the same as regular style but subject may be a little less clear cut and will always be perfectly square canvas. I also try to put at least one hand in frame.
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