#i almost gave in because my friends have very pretty art

[minimallyminnie]

Lipstick Stains

Gn Reader leaving tiny remnants of themselves on Diasomnia

Tw: None but if you don’t like reader wearing lipstick I suggest you read something else…

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge (I will die by this.), Sebek Zigvolt

Malleus Draconia

Ok, ok, it wasn’t like you were the bigger person in the relationship but you two needed to get to class!

It was sweet that he spared a few minutes just to talk to you in the morning near the emptier area of the busy hallway

He could after all teleport away

But he needed to get back to class asap! You knew his class times by heart and currently, he had a minute left!

You told him to go to class five minutes ago…but he gave you those eyes and you couldn’t refuse

“Tsuntaro, you need to go!!”

Damn those pretty emerald eyes of his!

While he’s talking with you, you take some time to just put a layer of your favorite lipstick on, rolling it smoothly on your lips

When you finished putting it away, he’s still talking and you know he’s about to get in trouble with Trein soon!

“Silver was ecstatic when he saw the red dragon, almost fell back if not for Seb-“

You kissed him on the cheek, imprinting a kiss mark on his cheek

He blinks for a second speechless as he sees your smudged lips. His cheeks grow a soft pink. Connecting the dots, he warmly laughs

“It’s that time huh? My apologies dear, I’ll be getting going.”

Before he teleports, he wraps a hand around your waist and kisses you. When he pulls back, he whispers

“Could I have more of your kisses later my love?”

Lilia Vanrouge

Absolutely just adores your time with him

Doesn’t matter how, when, or why, just adores it and is willing to take as much as he can get

Both of you are just so lovey dovey

(Silver has complicated feelings with his friend possibly being his step parent…)

He always adorns you with compliments but…since he’s in light music club, course he’s going to get a lot of fans

“Awh, jelly of me my love~?”

“Hmph.”

One time you read a fan mail from one of the students from Nobel Bell and oh boy, that letter felt like it was from a classic romance movie with how sugary sweet it was

Lilia laughed when he saw your annoyed face at the letter

So, before one of his concerts you put on a layer of pigmented lipstick, pulled him to the side, and kissed his face all over

You then stood back panting a bit from how fast you kissed him before looking up and admiring the shocked expression on Lilia’s face

“Oh my great sevens…”

He chuckled before pulling you in a kiss again

“My, my…Had I known you were so jealous, I would’ve made it known you are my significant other….”

Silver Vanrouge (I will die for this.)

Head over heels, he’ll be your sleeping beauty however long you want him to be

Silver is the type to always try to protect his significant other, so he’ll always be by your side when he can if he’s not with Malleus

Because of his curse though…he feels bad that most of the time he spends with you, he’s sleeping

Makes him feel really upset, he brought it up once when you crossed paths one day

“I…I really do want to spend time with you. I hate this…I can’t keep my eyes open sometimes…”

“Sil…”

His upset face made your heart ache.

In the afternoon, during both your free times, you two went near the forest to have a picnic

Of course, he fell asleep again but you didn’t mind

You smiled as he slept in your lap and then you pulled a tube of lipstick out, layering it on your lips

Then, you pressed kiss after kiss on Silver’s face softly.

He wakes up when you kiss his lips, a smile gracing your face. You take your phone out and tapped on the camera app to show him

“I feel like an art piece. I guess so since you’re the artist behind this after all.”

He sits up and smiles at you, kissing you gently on your head

“Thank you for this…Would it be selfish if I asked for even more?”

Sebek Zigvolt

Ah. There we go. Loudest man on Earth in Wonderland.

He’s surprisingly a soft and gentle lover, very sweet but still having his usual loud and boisterous personality

Sebek doesn’t mind your soft touches or gentle kisses as long as it’s not in front of Master Malleus!

(Who really is more entertained by it than annoyed…)

He’s like those strict knights, following every rule by the book to please his master!

“Master Malleus Sama!!”

“Sebby, he’s ok. Don’t worry!”

You don’t mind, but you want to show at least a tiny bit of love for him.

So! One day, you’re invited to the Diasomnia dinner and you dress yourself up for the occasion like the students in the dorm

Before you meet at the entrance with Silver and Sebek though, you carefully line your lips with lipstick and walk nonchalantly to Sebek

He’s a bit blushy at your more elegant appearance but his face turns apple red when you kiss his cheek

“Wha-what?!”

You can hear a small muffle laugh from Silver but then Sebek whispers, stuttering

“…N-not here! But…c-could I have more later when..when we’re f-finished with dinner..?”

We love a blushy Sebek here and a sweetheart Silver here. I ran outta tags—

@ryker-writes

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[heyhihellosworld]

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Lando Norris x reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut

Notes: This was really fun to write but something completely different from what I usually do and probs not as rough as the request maybe sounded but hope it's fine! Thank you for the request! Also I have cero knowledge about frat-life or anything like it but I tried! I literally had to google the term frat :) I'm on a Lando stint rn apparently, third fic in a row so I hope you all like Lando :D

Request: Could you do super cocky frat Lando? Y/N dosen't like him cuz of his attiude. But after lots & lots of flirting, she starts giving in to his charms (and hotness). He's a bit narcissistic, so when he knows she's in the palm of his hand, he has her undress him, asking her how much she likes his muscles, and then he has her get on her knees and kiss him through his underwear, and then he pushes his c*ock down her throat until she has tears in her eyes, and he's smirking and boasting non-stop. Ahhh!

The first time you laid eyes on him was in art class.

He had been sitting up front, dangling his feet in the air whilst playing with his pen on the tree-desk. Something you found so incredibly annoying as the thumping sound never seemed to stop.

His face held a cocky little smirk and despite his obvious good looks which you couldn't deny you disliked him from first sight.

His brown curls dripped into his eyes and his well shaped face eased into a grin as he talked with his friend. Fuck he was pretty.

As time went you saw him more and more often. It was like everywhere you were, he was. You learned his name was Lando, the same age as you and you also learned that your gut feeling had been completely right. Because Lando was not for the weak, he was cocky, bratty, straight forward and thought he was a celebrity along the halls. Arrogant was what he was.

For some reason though he had set his sights on you, why? You had no idea but at every party, every break, every art class, he was there. Trying to flirt his ways into your bed. Maybe it was just the fact that you weren't falling for your knees for him, maybe it was the need to get what he wanted or it was just pure arrogance, but he never gave up.

He was used to getting who he wanted and you couldn't judge, you guessed he was pretty attractive and also pretty charming when he tried but still. He was Lando, the arrogant, cocky guy who was known for sleeping around and getting his way. It was not qualities you were looking for in a man, not even one to only sleep with.

Lando was persistent though, you had to give him that and regardless of how much you hated to admit it he got under your skin. His sweet words of praise, compliments and small not so innocent touches made your heart stutter and heat crawling up your skin.

For every day that went the more you realized how fucking good he looked. His eyes and face so innocent in a way but still so not in other ways.

His body, fuck his body was perfect. Eyes not able to ignore the way his arms flexed or the times he was wearing that stupid t-shirt that made his abs show through the thin fabric. You hated him on those days.

This was one of those days and as every other day so far Lando threw himself down in the seat next to you. Eyes raking your tired outfit for the day.

"How are you beutiful"

"Hello Lando, I'm good thank you" you answered casually. It was weird how this had almost started to become like a routine now, you got used to his company.

"No how are you? Pft Y/n! I thought you were raised well!" Lando spoke teasingly, fingers softly tickling your waist as your eyes rolled. "My deepest apologies Lando, how are you my prince?" "Ohoo here we go, that's better. I'm good thank you very much my princess"

Your eyes rolled again but you couldn't help the heat you felt spreading up your face as a giggle left your lips. Fuck.

"Are you gonna come to the party at friday?" he asked then, looking you straight into the eyes telling you this was an honest question. "Yeah I think so, why?"

"No no, no reason just wanted to ask so I know where to have my focus"

"Oh how charming you are" you huffed but Lando only shrugged "You know I'm popular baby" he spoke teasingly, smirking as you turned your focus away from him.

"You are so pretty baby" he hummed, the line making you grumble to him but you couldn't helpt but to feel the pet-name stirring something deep within you.

You didn't want him to affect you the way he did, you loathed him. Had always done. The way he snapped his fingers and got the things he wanted. The way he acted around, like he was the king of the world and everyone had to adjust and accept his ways. You loathed him, you told yourself, repeating all the reasons over and over to not forget them.

"Sure Lando" you murmured, gently pushing him away from you with an eyeroll. He only sniggered, that smirk that made your skin prickle making it's way onto his face.

"Is that so darling?" he chuckled, placing a hot hand on your hip. By the looks of it to walk past you but you knew it was only another way for him to show his dominance to you, show how much he actually affeccted you despite your tries to hide it.

"How long are you going to deny it hm?" he said lowly, his head bowing to reach your ear-level and it only made him grow cockier, feel more dominance.

"Deny what exactly? That you are a jerk? A jackass?"

Lando chuckled, finding your words more amusing than hurtful as he found your eyes. The colour in them shining with delight and competition.

"Deny that you somewhat find me attractive" he said lowly, watching your eyes blink shut, trying to shut out the hot feeling developing in your core. "I will stop denying it when you stop being such a jerk" you countered, a smirk making it's way to your lips as well as you felt the confidence surge back to you.

At that you left him, blinking sweetly at him before rounding him with an hot hand on his shoulder.

-

It wasn't even an hour until he was next to you again, his hand snaking it's way to your waist as he leaned in to talk directly in your ear. Something that made you all hot and bothered, it had no right to be so hot.

"Why are you acting so hard to get baby? I know you think i'm attractive"

"Attractive sure but I still find you a jackass"

"Hmm I don't think so sweetie"

"You think you know what I want better than I know myself?" you spoke softly looking at him with an innocent flutter of your eyes.

"I know you want me baby, you can't hide how flustered you get when I call you baby or how your eyes grow all wide when I say something dirty to you"

When you said nothing he continued talking again. Voice an octavle lower than before, his breath fanning the side of your face making it even hotter.

"I can't stop thinking about you baby, I don't know why but I can't. I want you, so bad"

Cheesy, the line was cheesy but you still felt the words make you crumble. Slowly but surely giving into him, because afterall, he was so hot.

Lando saw it to, the grin on his face only getting bigger as he continued, knowing that you would soon be eating out of his palm, just like he wanted but at this stage you didn't care. The man was a fucking flirt and he could flirt his ways into people's bed, yours included.

"Yeah? You like this baby, don't you? Picture your cute little mouth stretched around my cock, your sweet sounds as I make you feel good after I've come down your throat"

You felt heat pour into your stomach, all the way through your veins, building up slowly but steadily until it was all-consuming.

Fuck he was good

"You like that hm? I'm gonna have you so lost for me baby, sucking my cock like the good girl you are. Gonna have you undress me and ask for it, would you do that for me?"

You could practically feel the shit eating grin on his lips as you let out a small huff, dangerously close to a moan as you grumbled on your breath.

"Fuck Lando, how are you so good at this? Have you practiced this before?"

Lando laughed at that, his hand on your waist squeezing slightly harder as he hummed. "No, you are my motivation" "Oh gosh that's so cheesy but it still makes me fucking wet" you groaned in his ear, the words making him hum.

"Bet you taste fucking amazing" he mumbled and that was it, you crumbled.

"You gonna do as I say hm?"

You swallowed thickly, he knew all to well how he made you feel, feeding of of it but you couldn't deny it either, couldn't deny him. So you nodded, giving in to your pride for this moment and giving him the power he knew he had over you.

"What was that? Need your words baby"

"Yes" you almost whispered out, his smile big and cocky regardless.

"Yeah? Then undress me sweetie"

It took a moment for you to register his words but when you did you immideately reached for his shoulders. You gently squeezed his shoulders before letting your hands trail down his chest to the zipper of his hoodie.

"Come on baby, get on with it" he smirked, voice rougher than usual as his eyes pinned you down, gleaming with cockiness and victory.

You gently pulled his sweater off before letting your hands run under his white t-shirt. Feeling his muscles tense under your palms as you pulled it over his head.

He was so stunning you couldn't stop staring at him. Everything was just.. yum.

You stood infront of him, eyes fleeting over his toned torso, only feeding his ego and smirk.

"You like what you see hm?" he teased, gently grabbing your hands to settle on his muscular arms. Saliva gathered up in your mouth, swallowing thickly you let your hands slide down his arms and then up again. Your hands moved on instinct, coming up to his shoulders before sliding down his stomach.

"Tell me how much you like them huh? Tell me how much you like my muscles"

"So much, look so good Lan" you hummed, not being able to resist to let your hands wander over his body once more before settling them on his waistband.

"Go on, take them off" he nodded, watching you as your shaky fingers unbottoned the button of his jeans before helping him out of them.

Lando looked at you for a moment, seeming to think over his next move.

"Get on your knees baby"

You fell to your knees before you could even think it through properly, why? You couldn't answer that but all you knew was that for Lando, you wanted to do whatever he said, wanted to please him and his desires.

"Good, come on baby, kiss it" he prompted you, strong hands finding the back of your head and gently nudging your face to his boxer clad cock, straining hard inside the fabric.

You did what he asked, gently leaning forward to kiss him over the material. Your lips softly touching over the visable print of his hard dick, looking up at the Brit's face which looked taken over with lust and cockiness

"Look at you baby, doing everything I ask hm?"

"So gone for me already pretty girl?"

You could only hum, kissing up and down his dick once more before he hooked his fingers under the band, pulling his boxers down swiftly.

"Gonna let me fuck your little mouth princess?" You could no longer find your words, nodding desperately. All the various nicknames making you feel all dizzy and wetter then ever.

You leaned in kissing his dick again but this time without the fabric in the way, basking in the sound he let out before his hands tangled in your hair, not letting you ease into it at all but coaxing your mouth open with one hand before pressing his cock into your open mouth.

You did your best to stop your gagging, breathing through your nose as he set a brutal pace.

"You like that huh?" he smirked at you, not bothering letting you answer, looking into your eyes was answer enough. "Like having my cock down your throat hm?"

"Fuck y/n, taking it so good" he groaned, eyes never leaving yours, loving the way they were tearing up.

You tried your best to keep your mouth open without choking on his dick, marveling in the sounds he let slip past his throat but it was a struggle when he kept his relentless pace up, not letting you paus unless you tapped out.

You blinked through the tears trying to focus on your breathing but it became too hard, instinctively you tried to pull your head back but his grip was strong, keeping you seated until you tapped his thigh, depserate for some air.

He let you up immideately, watching you closely as you panted hard, trying to get your lungs filled with air, calming down your breathing slowly

"You okay baby?" he asked softly, his hand gently rubbing your cheek as you nodded "Yes yes, sorrry"

He shook his head firmly "don't apologise", at that you hummed, locking eyes with him, feeling your insides melt as his sweet eyes looked at you with such care and lust.

When you felt fine you leant forward again, licking a bold stripe from the base up to the tip, letting your tongue lap up the small droplets of pre-cum before opening your mouth, inviting him in once again.

"Fuck, look at you baby" he groaned "Like being used like this hm?"

You couldn't asnwer coherently, just gagged on his cock in response but he seemed to like it enough by the long groan he let out. His head had tipped back and his arms flexed as he held your head steadily.

"Fuck Y/n"

You tried to be at your best behaviour, Lando pulling that out of you. Swallowing around his dick, breathing through your nose and letting him use your mouth. Focusing on the salty taste on your tongue and the proper fucked out look on his face. Arms flexing, face twisting and abs clenching as he got closer and closer to his release.

Fuck he was a sight.

You felt his hips stutter as he fucked into your mouth a few more times before letting your head up.

You looked up at him softly, eyes swam over with tears and saliva dripping down your chin, gasping a few moutfull's of air before you sank down on his dick again, feling his dick twitch in your throat. Apparently he liked your fucked out look.

You had never ever enjoyed giving head as much as you did now, watching his mouth hang open and thighs shaking slightly. His hands came back to the back of your head, holding you deep as he came with a long groan.

He fucked up a few more times grunting words you couldn't understand, voice holding a tinge of despearation as he emptied all he had in your open mouth.

His eyes that had drooped closed open slowly watching your lips as he pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop.

Eyes almost hazing over as you swallowed, licking your lips as you blinked up innocently at him, he was just as effected by you as you were by him.

A wry smile made it's way up your face at the realization, looking at his fucked out face before speaking up in a sweet soft voice that made his softening cock want to harden again.

"As good as you imagined then baby?"

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[xhoess]

Paint me

Spencer reid × fem bod! Reader

Masterlist

Summary: when you get an assignment from your art teacher are completely lost. You need a model to pose for your painting but the problem is no-one wants to, because they would have to go naked. When you go to the bar with a friend and her colleagues you find the perfect model for your painting.

Genre: smut with plot?

Story under cut!!

"Sure I will be there soon" you say to Penelope who is on the other side of the phone "okay great! See you soon girl" she said before hanging up.

You just agreed to go to a bar not to far from your apartment to hang with your close friend Penelope and her colleagues, you had met a few of them already but you don't really remember them. But every time when Penelope talks about her colleagues you can't help but laugh about the way she describes this one guy named Spence. He seems cute.

Lately you have been very busy with your school assignments and you almost have no time left to spend with friends. Now you only have one assignment to but you consider dropping it because you can't seem to find a model who want to sit for you. Wich you get because they would have to be naked for it.

But you try to not think about it for tonight, so you quickly get up and put on your shoes before walking out of the door straight to the bus stop. You weren't gonna ride yourself because you where not planning on staying sober tonight.

Once you arrive at the bar Penelope gives you a big hug, "guys you remember y/n right?" She says while Turing to the rest of the group. A younger, kinda cute looking man stands up and holds his hand out to be shook "Hi y/n, I'm spencer reid" you smile at his gesture and grab his hand to shake is "Hi Spencer, nice to meet you I'm y/n l/n"

You may have hold the eye contact a little bit too long because Penelope and Emily were looking at each other and it looked like they were having a telepathic conversation with their facial expressions. And from that moment on you knew Penelope was not gonna leave you alone and tease you about spencer for probably a lifetime.

"So y/n how's school" Emily asks, "oh please, you don't wanna hear about my boring art problems I promise you" you laugh, but she insisted that it was not boring and that they all would love to hear at least one 'boring problem" so you gave in. "Okay, there is this assignment and I need to turn it in next week and it's totally stressing me out, I can't seem to find a model to pose for me"

"I am sure reid would love to pose for you" Derek teases, but you didn't expect spencer to say "i Mean I don't see the harm in it so I think I would do it" "spencer that is really sweet but it has to be a naked portrait" you blurt out.

Spencer chokes on his drink and is bight red by now "I did not know that" He said, his voice ten times higher than the Last time he spoke. Cute you thought.

The evening went on and the subject of the painting died down pretty quick, but the more drinks you have the more you start to think about painting Spencer, you start to scan his body from his legs to his face but when you reach his eye level you see that he has been staring at you too. He suddenly gets and walks towards the bar, but the way he lingers his eyes for a second too long when he walks away makes your legs feel weak.

You follow, Penelope asks where you are going but before you can answer her you had already left. You where sure you're not thinking straight but you couldn't care less.

Once you reach the bar you search for spencer, you thought he was walking this way but maybe you were wrong. As you start to question yourself a person comes behind you, and softly grabs your hips. He leans closer and whispers in your ear "paint me"

But his voice wasn't the squeaky high one you heard before, it was way lower and it made your legs go weak. You turn around and face spencer. "You wanna get out of here?" You ask, hoping he would say yes.

He said yes and grabs your hand to lead you to his car, that was maybe the best part. He didn't even had a single drop of alcohol and you made him come with you and probably have sex within the first 5 hours of knowing each other.

But at the booth where you guys were sitting Derek nudges Penelope, "babygirl look our plan worked they are gonna hook up" he said proudly, "Oh my God I wanna hear all the details about this from y/n" she giggles.

This may have been the longest 10 minute car ride of your life but when you finally got inside your apartment there was no time wasted. Spencer carefully pushed you against the wall next to the entrance of your apartment and connects his lips with yours. You're surprised with the force of the kiss, you expected spencer to be a sweet, soft guy in bed but this kiss is already proving that you're wrong.

He taps your tighs as a sign for you to jump, and you do, he is lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "I've been waiting for this all night" He said while laying you down on the bed.

He started kissing the crook of your neck and you groaned in response. He definitely liked that sound comming from you because he moves his hands to the buttons of your blouse and starts to undress you. But he was surprised when you bucked your hips up to create friction between the two of you. He stopped his moves for a good 2 seconds before continuing to undress you.

Once you were undressed he started to kiss your whole body from top to bottom "God you look so good" He mumbled against your skin.

His hands ghost over your pussy and you shiver, "spencer please" "please what baby" He says sweetly "please put your damn fingers in me already or I am gonna do it myself" you say before pulling him into a kiss again. Spencer did not wait any longer to insert his fingers, you arch your back and moan his name. If his fingers get you off this much already you can't wait for his cock.

Luckily for you, once spencer was done stretching you out he unbuckeld his belt, but you stopped his tracks. "Let me" you say while switching positions with him.

Your leaking pussy is now straddling his hard on. "Ngm- y/n don't tease me like that" He says.

You take of his pants and underwear in one smooth motion and start to stoke his length. Once you think you wet him enough you start to straddle his lap again. "Are you clean?" You ask, he nods "yes , I am" "okay me too, so no condom" and you swear you felt his dick twitch at the thought of comming inside of you.

You line up with his dick and start to sink down, the stretch is unbelievably good but your mind gets thrown off when spencer switches the positions between you too. His dick is almost fully in and and spencer grabs your hand and lays in on your belly.

"Do you feel that" He asks, and you swear you have never lost your mind so badly. Once spencer was fully inside of you, you could feel the top of his dick poking in your skin, your hand is grazing over it and spencer can't hold it back any longer.

He starts to move his hips in a smooth motion, pulling in and out in a quick pace. You throw your head back and grab his arms, you are sure you left a few marks there but you couldn't care less.

"I can't hold it much longer" you say "that's okay, me neither" He breaths out in the crook of your neck. Not much later spencer throws his head back in pleasure and let's out a long moan. His load shooting into you.

"You where so good for me" He said while pulling out fully. This may have been the best you ever had.

An hour later you and spencer where all cleaned up and ready for bed, you admired him when he walked towards you in only his boxers.

"I did indeed find the perfect model"

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[etheries1015]

hi so I’m curious if I can request the pomfiore trio with a Yuu who loves scars, has like a little under 50, and whenever Yuu gets hurt their super ecstatic is it scars and loves to have people guess how they got all of them. And it’s totally ok if you don’t want to do this it is up to you.

This is very interesting! Not a lot of people like their scars. It for sure took me some time personally to come to terms with the one I have smack dab on my forehead :[ So it's nice to see someone accept them and even find them fascinating! Thank you for the request <3

Pomefiore reacting to MC who has a fascination with scars

TW: Scars! Not self-inflicted in this fic. However, If you struggle with self-harm or know a loved one who does, please reach out to someone you care for and consider receiving assistance through your struggles. You are loved, you matter, and your body does a lot for you, please take care of it! xoxo

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, more like short little headcannons than anything else of their general thoughts and feelings behind it!

Vil

The first time he saw the different scars on your body, his soul almost left his own. How could someone have so many?! He also admired your confidence, you did not let others teasing you about them get in your way, you never covered them up with makeup, and you basically made a show off of your scars. On one particular day when the two of you sat in the lounge of his dorm, Vil gathered the courage to inquire what exactly is the significance of the scars on your body. He does find it a little disturbing, but if it isn't bothering anyone and you are fully confident in yourself, why bother? It just isn't his cup of tea. BUT he does find your point of view very nice! He starts to see scars in a new light, that includes normal bodily marks.

Epel

"And THIS one-" You spent all of the lunch period going over each and every one of your "battle scars." He was watching you intently, amused and genuinely interested in the stories behind the marks left on your body. You gave him a speech of how scars are like words on a book- there's always a story behind each and every one of them, it's what makes us human. "So cool..." He muttered. Epel probably had more interest in you after that, thinking you're so cool for your scars and how you go into things with full confidence and an adventurous soul! He looks up to you, and sometimes when you're sitting with other people, he will bring it up and you are absolutely ELATED. "Tell them that one story you told me!" You two make quite the pair!

Rook

Rook also has a bunch of scars mainly hidden from the normal person's eyes, so he can relate to you! He is always out hunting, adventuring, and getting himself into a lot of trouble often regarding his physical safety. You spend a good chunk of time sharing stories between each of the scars, and you two soon become pretty close friends because of it! He loves your enthusiasm and the way you remember each of your scars stories, and you even remember HIS stories. You're such an interesting person to Rook, and he is always up for an hour-long conversation about "battle wounds"! Your body is a canvas, and the scars you get from the walk of life are the art! Beautiful, just beautiful!

#Twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannons #Vil #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #Rook hunt #Rook hunt x reader #Epel felmier #Epel felmier x reader

[vilevampirez]

long list of funny things abt my experience doing emote commissions for mike

first of all I wasn't expecting to get commissioned at all (my commissions weren't even open, I just made an exception for mike) let alone by MIKETHELINK of all fucking people, so I had nothing prepared. I had no portfolio, commission sheet, nothing. I had never made any twitch emotes, so I had no examples to show either. meaning that when barbmine showed up in my dms asking if I took emote commissions, first I lost my fucking shit, then I panicked and rushed to find the most recent emote-like illustrations I had, including animation, and the most recent animation I had on hand happened to be a viewtiful joe one lmao. the animation in question 👇

(the usernames on the watermark aren't even accurate anymore..)

I have some experience taking commissions but they'd always been for friends of mine, this was my first time getting commissioned by a real "client" and the client was fucking mikethelink tazercraft of all fucking people . I know he "found" me through Mine, she sent me a dm first asking for commission info, saying she would show it to mike later. the thing is that when she said that she also implied that she was in touch with other artists too, so I was like "oh ok I'll send my stuff but I probably won't get chosen lol" and then a few hours later I got two twitter notifs, one saying that mr. thelink tazercraft was now following me and another was his DM. to say I almost had a heart attack would be an understatement

later I found out Mine had made a tweet asking for artists to reach out/people to rec artists for mike's twitch emotes. that post had around 40 comments. many people had been recommended more than once. I wasn't mentioned by anyone once, and in fact, I had no fucking idea that post even EXISTED until way after the fact. I have no idea how I ended up getting this job

mike happened to contact me on a day where I was severely sleep deprived. our entire business conversation took place while I was half-panicking, half-almost-passing-out. I don't know how I survived

at many points during our conversation I gave a lot of leeway for mike to give up on commissioning me, implying multiple times that he would be better off commissioning a different artist. and it's not because I lacked confidence (though a bit of that too, of course), but because of my lack of experience. I was very open about that to him, so many times I expected him to second guess his decision to commission me. unexpectedly, he was really insistent. I think partially he didn't want to go through the trouble of finding and contacting a different artist, but also I guess he just liked my art that much (??!?)

I definitely undercharged him lol. it's not that I don't value my work, it's just that I was absolutely not prepared for any of this shit to happen and didn't have enough time to think

I use adobe after effects for animating mike's emotes. I already knew how to animate (though I had never animated anything big), but I had never used after effects before. I even told mike this before accepting the commission, but he just said it was easy and I could totally do it, and I was just like "fucking hell. fine". and look, I know my limits, I knew I'd be able to learn after effects with relative ease. if I thought it'be too much for me to handle, I wouldn't have accepted the commission. it just that to this day I'm still shocked that mike commissioned an artist who HAD NEVER USED THE TOOL NECESSARY FOR THE COMMISSION HE WANTED.

due to the point above I was pretty apprehensive about animating the emotes, but now I'm glad I got this opportunity bc it reignited my passion for animation that had been dwindling for a long time and I've been learning a lot while working. also with every new emote I figure out how to use a different feature of after effects and it makes the job a little bit easier

before giving my payment information I came out to him to avoid confusion with my legal name being different from the name on my socials. he was very chill about it and always used the right name and pronouns for me whenever he mentions me on stream

fun fact: I was reached out to by another big (brazilian, not in qsmp) youtuber for a commission but I had to refuse because I had too much on my plate already (still do..)

my favorite emotes are the devil one and the nerd one

I made his twitch avatar and banner too! I'm really proud of the avatar. the banner was absolute hell

I'm a lurker (and nowadays a vod watcher since I've been busy w/ uni work) but I do watch every single one of mike's streams, so just know that I'm always seeing you guys use the emotes :3

#lucasings #qsmp #I guess #long post #mikethelink #mike tazercraft

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

Listen to Me

Tsukishima x f!reader | rated E | 5k

Summary: Failing one of your classes, you remember a flyer you saw on campus offering ‘on call’ tutoring sessions. So, in your desperation, you call and develop a crush on the guy’s voice on the other end. Pretty soon, things start to heat up.

A/n: this is very self indulgent porn tbh, pls don’t judge me but I had a craving for a voice kink and the thought of Kei whispering in my ear gave me goosebumps. So~

“Hey there,” the smooth sounding voice on the other end of the phone says, sending a shiver down your spine.

You had seen a flyer on campus for a call in tutoring session a while back and as a joke, you snapped a picture of it for future reference. Well, good thing you did because guess who’s failing chem?

“H-hi,” you hesitate, being completely thrown off by the sound of this guys voice.

“Hello,” he greets again. “Did you need help in a subject, or are you one of those girls who call because they heard I have nice voice?”

“People actually do that? I mean you sound, like a normal guy,” you shrug, fiddling with your pencil.

“I’ve been told my voice is soothing to the ear,” he replies. “Not too deep, but not too high, and with a tone that is both unbothered, yet still attentive.”

“I just meant that you sound familiar, is all,” you scoff a laugh, rolling your eyes at how pretentious he’s sounding.

“I get that a lot,” he chuckles. The sound vibrating through the speaker tickles your ear. “Was there something I could help you with?”

“Oh, right,” you almost forgot why you called in the first place.

Talking you through your chemistry homework like he’s in the same class, he teaches you how to find the compounds and use your graphic calculator with ease. And, yeah, okay, his voice is kind of soothing, but he doesn’t need to know you think that.

“Holy shit, I think I understand now,” you laugh, amazed at how simple it actually is once it was explained in a way you could grasp. “You’re pretty smart aren’t you?” You tease him.

“Well, yeah,” he says, and you can hear him rolling his eyes at your stupid question.

“Okay, nerd,” you playfully insult him.

“This nerd just saved your ass from failing chemistry,” he rebuttals. “And the next time you have to call me for help, I’m charging you. Only the first one’s free.”

“Ugh, fine,” you say, pointedly, ending the call.

Please read the rest on ao3

Also, I’m not sure who to credit for this pic that my friend had saved from Pinterest, the artist is no longer active on Twitter and there is no watermark or signature on the art (I even reversed Google image searched and nothing came up), but if you know who made it pls lmk so I can tag them or link their art!!

Anyway, this is the Kei I think of when I wrote this fic, just to get an idea of why I needed to write this fic 💁🏻‍♀️ (also, my friend said Kei biting on the pen is slut behavior, and I agree I agree I agree)

#like he’s so hot in this fic pls #not my art! idk who make them but if you do pls lmk so I can tag them #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima smut #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyu smut #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!! #my fic

[inmyheaddd]

grayson hawthorne childhood best friends to lovers part 2

finally posting part 2!!! this one is more of actual head cannons (i tried) - pls lmk if u prefer the story telling or js short head cannons!!

part 1

*when you’re actually together:*

grayson would always wish he told you about his feelings earlier, and in a more organized manner (i mean ofc, control freak)

hes not one for social media, but when you told him you were going to start posting book reviews on instagram and tiktok, he immediately downloaded them. he still watched your 2 minute long videos even when you’d talk to him about your books for hours on end

you tried to convince him to get pinterest, he agreed begrudgingly and basically never uses it

the only times he does use it is for looking surprise gifts for you by looking at your boards and seeing what you like (and potentially engagement rings)

there is never a such thing as a boring date with grayson. 

your first official date took the entirety of the whole day: first, you went on a drive, playing your joined playlist, to be met with a private hot air balloon ride above from the countryside to the city.

he knew you, and one thing about you is you could never pick between the countryside and the city. why not see both?

after that, you went to an art museum. to some this may seem boring, but you had a deep interest in art and such things. this was definitely top 5 places in your book. 

grayson knew you had a long forgotten knack for pottery, so when you realized he booked a pottery class - except it was just you two- you were elated to say the least 

he made a vase - simple, nothing special, because he was too occupied with you next to him, stealing glances and snapping photos whenever he could. 

you also made a vase, more detailed than his, with you and graysons initials on the bottom encircled within a heart.  

you took graysons vase home, and he took yours home. he’d have your favorite flowers in his room, and you’d have the flowers he’d send you every week in yours.

after the pottery class, it was just about to be sunset. grayson had planned this day perfectly. he was perfect

you had a picnic and watched the sunset, and then stargazed whilst you lay down, your head in his lap

the familiarity of the picnic brought you back to the first one you had with him.

“do you remember that first picnic we had?” you asked him, turning your head to look up at him. 

“of course i do, you were brilliant in that project, we celebrated accordingly” he looked down at you with a small smile 

you were brilliant, i would’ve failed if it weren’t for you. 

i know you, you were perfectly capable of getting 100 by yourself.” he looks up away from you, to the sky, and tilts his head as if he’s made a new discovery “actually, i’m pretty sure you just called me because you had a crush on me”

you sit up and fake scoff trying to stifle a laugh, which grayson sees right through. the only thing registering in his brain is your smile, your laugh, your eyes, just you.

“oh you’re pretty sure?” you ask

“i’m definitely sure”

okay that may have been” you say the next part quietly, “part, of the reason” your voice picks up “but i actually needed major help!” 

“yeah well, im glad you did. i would’ve never gotten the courage to speak to you myself. my brain was a fog, you gave me clarity.” he said, his tone suddenly much more serious and heartfelt

you picked up on the fact that grayson has some what of abandonment issues, stemming from his mom, dad, which just kept branching onwards. 

grayson” you almost whisper, looking into his eyes “i love you.” 

“i love you” he says, and in your eyes, he’s the only person to ever exist. 

grayson raised your standards in ways no one could ever compare to, which no one ever will, because you two are forever.

grayson is not one for pda, you caught on that very quick as you noticed your dates usually include him buying out a whole place so it’s just you two. 

however, he always has an arm around you, whether it’s on your waist, your hand, or your shoulders.

he’s not one to get jealous easily, he knows you love him, and he trusts you. (and he knows that these other men can’t compare.)

but he’s never afraid to show who he is, and where he stands. standing to his full height, steady voice, arm around you. 

you swear he just gets hotter each time he does that

if for some reason he’s not around, you’re always mentioning him

“oh yeah my boyfriend grayson loves that” “that’s crazy my boyfriend also does that!” “grayson thinks the same” “me and grayson….”

whenever an event finishes and it’s just you attending, grayson always hears back from people how much you mention him, he doesn’t show it but he’s jumping up and down mentally

eventually at 19 and 21, two years of your relationship, you got an apartment together! 

you even added some elements from that one project 5 years ago

looking back, you like to think of it as preparation for your first real one with him

grayson is such a dog person, and you honestly just love all animals, you feel bad if you pick just one 

you both agreed on a golden retriever. graysons first choice was a husky, rottweiler, or a german shepard to protect the house if he’s not there, or if you’re both sleeping. 

you love grayson, and you know his choice of dogs were very fitting to him, but you politely disagreed. 

you ended up naming your golden retriever named biscuit - him and tiramisu are best friends. 

grayson adores him, and is endlessly thankful that you ended up getting a golden retriever instead of one of the dogs he suggested

he spoils the dog like crazy, always designer collars and the best food possible for the dogs, raw meat, and the most engaging/ best toys possible for the dog and its health

grayson literally researches anything before he gets it for the dog

on the topic of spoiling, he spoils you ROTTEN

as established before, he goes through your pinterest for surprise gifts 

but every time you mention a single thing, a new book, a perfume, some random lipgloss, you best believe the next day you have it

one time you looked at a specific dress a few seconds too long when shopping with him, but didn’t get it.  

the next day, you see it hanging in your closet. you were shocked to say the least 

he knows all the stuff you like, so if an artist you enjoy comes out with anything new, tour tickets, vinyls, cds, literally anything, he’s the first to get it just for you.

he absolutely adores you through and through 

you the same for him, but in the very back of his mind he’s afraid someday you’ll get tired of him, think he’s too much, and just leave.

that part disappears whenever he sees you again and he’s brought back to reality.

he wants to marry you someday - preferably as soon as possible

he went through your wedding pinterest board and lowkey already started planning / seeing how you two would set it up.

he’s in the process of making a scrap book full of things from your childhood together up until now, and will continue until your wedding.

xander would so be the best man, and his speech would have everyone laughing and crying at the same time

jameson and xander say without them you two wouldn’t be together

nash says that that’s not true, you two are inevitable

you think in every universe you two would’ve found eachother

grayson thinks he’s insanely lucky to have you

this was so fun to writeee, lmk your thoughts and please send requests!! also might make a tag list if anyone wants it

#grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x reader #jameson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the grandest game #the hawthorne legacy #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #games untold #friends to lovers

[renewoos]

Baby, I'm Yours (sana)

“You’re so pretty, it hurts. Baby, I’m yours.” — Isabel Larosa

➼ Genre: pure fluff

➼ Pairing: Minatozaki Sana x fem!reader

➼ Themes: childhood friends to lovers, celebrity!sana

[wc: 1k+]

➼ Summary: Minatozaki Sana was your best friend since childhood. The best friend you were always in love with. This is a short story on how you became her girlfriend. It was all thanks to one song.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Minatozaki Sana was an actual work of art to you. Almost as if she was painted with heaven’s brush. Long brown hair with some small, gentle waves like a gorgeous ocean, moving slow and steady. Any color for her hair suited her honestly. Any style she did as well. Her beautiful eyes that you could feel lost in for days. Lips that were pretty and cute; perfect in shape and size, always looking extremely soft and kissable. Everything about this woman was just so perfect. Sana was so pretty to you, it actually hurt.

How you ended up with her? You understand but sometimes you wondered how lucky you were. She could pick anyone in the world but she chose you. You were her girlfriend for a few years now, going strong and the love never died. You just kept falling for her, over and over again but she was also so smitten with you. She was incredibly sweet to you.

Even before you started dating her, you knew you were always hers. You two started off as childhood friends and since then, you adored her. It wasn’t only outer beauty that she had, it was also inner. She ended up becoming a popular singer but never forgot about you nor left you behind. She wasn’t that kind of person. They say fame changes people but not her. When she can, she spends almost all her free time with you.

You were also beautiful, you just couldn’t see it but Sana always saw it. Maybe you fell for her first but she was always yours too. It took some time and courage as you two got older until one day it burst.

You two were out, at a beautiful park when you noticed a small stage set up. With your hand holding Sana’s, you started guiding her to the area to see the singer. Both of you appreciating music so much, she happily let you guide her. Not many people were here which was nice too. It wasn’t a rowdy atmosphere. The air was so peaceful and the sun was beaming down. Thanks to that singer however and her one song, your feelings came out to reach Sana.

It wasn’t even a full song yet. The singer just gave a preview of it but already, it was amazing. The singer wasn’t very well known, she was new. Before she did that preview, she was singing her full songs and Sana had started slow dancing with you. This scene felt like it was straight out of a romance movie. The tone of this singer’s music was just wonderful to get lost in and dance slow to. Then that preview came and the singer’s words went, “you’re so pretty it hurts… baby I’m yours, baby I’m yours…”

You were staring into Sana’s eyes as the words came from the singer’s lips. Your heart felt like exploding because those words described it all so you let it out, “Sana, I’m in love with you. You actually are so pretty that it hurts and all I want is to be yours… I’m sorry.” Both of you stopped dancing and the world became mute for this moment. Everything felt blurred, the only focus was you and her. You started looking away once you said “I’m sorry,” and you went to move backwards but she gripped you tight to keep you in place.

“Y/N, do you really mean that?” Her sweet voice asked, almost in a whisper. You looked back at her eyes and saw them forming small tears but showing complete surprise in a good way. She looked at you as if it was impossible that you loved her but hoping that’s what she just heard.

It made your heart swell more, “yes… I have been in love with you since forever. I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You’re my best friend and you’re so loved. I figured some other popular singer probably captured your heart… I don’t know—“ she cut off your rambling although she also found it precious.

“I always loved you too, Y/N… still do. How did you not see it? ” Sana said and it was your turn to be shocked.

“But…” you started and she responded quick, “no buts. I’m always with you when I can be. My actions and words were always out of love. You are so beautiful to me, in and out. It was killing me knowing I was only your best friend. There were times I wanted to reach out and just kiss those gorgeous lips or just hold you for hours without letting go… anything.”

Then it hit you. All the memories and moments. Sana did stare at you sometimes with a look of awe. Sana was always so affectionate with you. All the cheesy good morning and good night messages. The way she played with your hair then snuggled up to you after. The constant cheek or forehead kisses you got from her. You felt so blinded.

“Just because I’m a singer doesn’t mean I was gonna abandon you. No matter who I meet, even the biggest stars; you are the only one that constantly occupies my mind.” A tear finally fell from her as she spoke all these words.

You pulled up your hand to her cheek, softly brushing away the tear.

“Then Sana, would you please be mine?” You had so many butterflies as the question came out but also the joy you felt was huge.

“Baby, I was always yours… but yes. Please be mine too.” She moved in closer to you and you replied, “always yours, darling.” The space between you two got smaller and smaller until she finally closed the gap, capturing your lips in a long awaited soft but passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around her neck, eyes fluttering closed as you enjoyed every second of it. Deepening the kiss, she tasted as sweet as she sounded, even was. Sana was the definition of sweet. It was a complete dream come true but suddenly, you heard claps. You two abruptly stopped kissing, remembering you’re at the park and looked around to see the singer and some of the audience clapping at you both. Both of you getting flushed with embarrassment, cheeks turning red. You smiled awkwardly, hiding behind Sana and burying your face in her back to which she just laughed, saying “thank you” to the kind people while thinking how adorable your shyness is.

There were a few people that could recognize who Sana was and you were sure, the news would break out but she did not care. She was proud of your relationship and she knew her fans would give support.

You were hers and she was yours, finally. Years will go by and through thick and thin, you love each other unconditionally.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

©renewoos

Thank you for reading this if you did. Hope you enjoyed it. Take care~ (& yes, I kept deleting my tumblr lol this story has been up here before)

#minatozaki sana #twice #sana #twice sana #sana x reader #sana x you #sana x fem reader #sana imagines #sana scenarios #fanfic #sana oneshot #sana imagine #twice x fem reader #sana scenario #sana drabble #sana x y/n #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice drabbles #oneshot #fluff #sana fanfic #sana fluff #fanfiction #twice fanfic #twice onshot #kpop #girl group

[copperbadge]

I had a very successful and entertaining day today, as you guys can probably tell from the posts I made. There's a few more queued posts of stuff I didn't get to post in-situ, so enjoy that!

Some anecdotes I did not post about from today:

-- I can't remember the last time I queued for a museum. Mostly because if it's not one of "my" museums, like the Field or the Art Institute where I know the best ways in, I'm attending on a weekday deliberately so that I am not amongst the crowds. The line to get into the British Museum was a full block long, but to be fair it only took me ten minutes from opening to get inside. I was mostly amused by the people who a) didn't understand how museum entry works or b) didn't understand how to stand in a line without also blocking foot traffic on the rest of the sidewalk.

-- Almost got in a fight with someone, a definite first for me in a museum. I got salty with a guy who touched a sculpture when he knew he shouldn't, and he got up in my face, and I think genuinely the fact that I knew what the sculpture was called and he didn't confused him so badly he backed down. So if you're looking to defuse a situation via confusion, the phrase "Hey, don't fucking touch the Lamassu and we won't have a problem" worked for me.

-- The British Museum is great but among other issues (looted objects, weird relics of museum-specific imperialism, etc) it does suffer from poor display design in places. I'm okay with that, I kind of like old museums that are a little fucked up, even as I acknowledge that old fucked-up museums also have old fucked-up messaging. They appear to be trying on that front, but they could use a display placard overhaul. At one point I found an object in a case that appeared to be a carved human leg bone, and while I'm not a Bone Specialist there was also absolutely no placard about the bone at all. (I looked it up in the collection later using other objects in the case as reference, and it's just noted as "bone".)

-- I did have a great time overall; I saw most of the museum and then had a fancy meal, as documented. I was especially pleased to get to sample their coronation chicken since I collect tastings of coronation chicken, and I think they either used molasses in it or the bread had some, and either way it's grist for my mill as I start to develop The Chicken Salad War. After lunch I went on the hunt for a few last things, but I could feel myself getting tired and Becoming Unmedicated so I decided to leave a little early, which was the right choice, and gave me a little time to do some exploring.

-- @neil-gaiman did a post a while ago about stuff to see in London which I saved, and while I mostly planned my own journey, I did stop at Atlantis Books on his recommendation, which was well worth it. The woman working the till left me alone until I was ready to buy my book, then praised my choice (always a good move) and made a few minutes' small talk about my visit from America while she was ringing me up. Also I have never seen such a variety of Tarot decks for sale in my life. It was extremely impressive given the entire shop is roughly the size of my bedroom in Chicago.

All in all an excellent day out in London. Tomorrow I'm traveling to meet up with a friend, so probably fewer photos, but day after tomorrow I'm bound for Amsterdam so expect Rijksmuseum photos! I did not get into the Vermeer exhibit sadly, but I still want to see the museum and I'm on a quest for freshly made stroopwaffels and authentic gjetost, so I'm excited for the journey. I thought this trip might be one small anxiety after another -- would I be okay on the plane, would I get on the right trains, etc -- but I'm feeling more confident now, and I think between my early-bird tendencies and the ADHD meds I kicked the jet lag pretty quickly. I'm off to bed in a few, because tomorrow is an early day, so I guess we'll find out then how much I really kicked it....

#sam travels #the cheese tour #british museum

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

august 17, 2021 3:00 p.m. yonsei university

[grant] did your dad apologize for being a dick, though?

[henry] of course. he was a good person and realized he was being a bit weird. he just hated noise. i think he'd have been happy to be born with a set of noise-canceling headphones attached to him.

[grant] except maybe he liked your mom’s noise from that day forward!

[henry] he did, but even if he hated it, he was probably glad to have hers back after a while. almost half the time they dated, they didn’t even live in the same country.

[henry] my mom worked at an art shop somewhere in seoul, and my dad had this sweet gig working at a museum in paris while getting a doctorate and doing some traveling, visiting art museums on every continent. he got the doctorate, but gave up the job to come back and marry my mom.

[henry] and she won out, to be honest. him teaching here was a prestigious position, and his family are pretty well off because they're in banking and all, so she got to quit her job after marriage, have me, and just sculpt for fun.

[grant] that’s the dream, right?

[henry] i think so.

[grant] it’s nice to be genuinely in love but also to support each other’s passions, too, whether that's helping them pursue a job or a hobby. i mean, that’s everything. that's the deepest form of connection. oh yeah, definitely the dream.

[henry] for sure. there wasn’t much for my mom to help with because she was never wealthy and her parents weren’t either, but she was a huge moral support. she was my dad’s biggest fan. sometimes getting a doctorate sucked, and he wanted to quit, but it was hard to quit with her on the sidelines cheering.

[henry] that’s like me and soobin. not much i can do on the money front because i'm not rich and i won't take money from my parents, and i couldn’t help with her medical school because i'm a certifiably terrible student, but i can be and am her cheerleader.

[henry] and i may not have been a photographer without her. being an artist is the worst career choice unless someone else has money to throw at the bills. and i make an okay salary! i have solid clientele booking all year long, but i don't charge what i "should" because i feel wrong asking too much money to do wedding photos and all. that shit's expensive - i'll take a small cut off the going rate so they get all they want for the big day.

[henry] besides, the one thing in life that makes me nervous is clients being unhappy. everything else about a wedding goes away except the photos. if they're unhappy, i'd rather the pricing not be an extra issue, you know? at least let it be a cheap mistake.

[grant] but you would have still pursued this, right? i can’t imagine you not at least trying it out. you have always been set on some kind of photography as a career. even when you were having a crisis around college graduation about whether you should pursue high-brow art or something very human and realistic like you do now, you never questioned if photography was your truth.

[henry] i would have. i've always known it was my goal. i just think the financial stress may have worn me down eventually if she wasn’t willing to shoulder an extra share of the burden. like i said, charging people themselves is a strange thing, and you just never know what can happen. sure, i did end up with a good brand through putting myself out there on social media, but that was no guarantee.

[henry] if that hadn't worked out, i'd have been in trouble. and when you don't have a lot of clients or reach, you have to be conservative and sometimes that hurts you on growth. blah blah blah. point is, i owe soobin a lot, both for financial support and her total faith in me.

[grant] well, teamwork makes the dream work and all that!

[henry] hey, you're part of the team, too. there's no one else i'd rather call at 3AM asking to check the red balance on my pictures because everything looks green to me. and as it turns out, having a friend with a massive family who host many events requiring photography is excellent for clientele building.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #LORE DUMP LORE DUMP WOOHOO #also in terms of characterization henry's mom is very new but idc i literally love her!! xoxo #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: henry

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Butterflies

Warning • none

Genre • fluff

Pairing • tattoo artist! Shuri x fem! Black Reader

You've always wanted a tattoo, but your mother was against it, which disappointed you, but you're an adult now, and you have the freedom to do what you want. So you asked a few friends for tattoo artist recommendations, and they all agreed on the same person, Shuri.

So there you were, standing outside her shop, staring up at a bright neon sign.

"OK, I can do this," you said shakily, reaching for the door handle. When you walked in, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you; she had abstract paintings on the wall, as well as graffiti art, a few examples of her work, and some inspirational quotes; it felt very homey.

“Hello? "Is Shuri here?" There was a little shuffling in the back, and then she emerged from one of the rooms.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I didn't hear you come in; how may I help you?" She smiled warmly.

"I made an appointment for the butterfly tattoos yesterday."

"Oh yes, follow me," you did, and her private room was well-organized, with low afro-beats playing in the background and a warm vanilla scent floating around.

"Would you prefer them on your forearm?" She questioned while she set up her station. You nodded sitting in the leather recliner chair, staring at her with doe eyes as she got everything prepared. You admired her hand tattoo, which trailed all the way up her arm and behind her ear.

"What kind of tattoo do you have?" You asked, pointing to her hand, she looked down for a second before returning your gaze.

"It's a tribal tattoo, Sthandwa," your face flushed from the nickname she gave you, 'oh,' you muttered.

"OK, let's get started, which arm?" she asked asked putting on her gloves. You gave her your right one, she tore open an alcohol wipe and started wiping your arm.

"Do you want me to freestyle or do you prefer something else?" When she spoke to you, you almost stumbled over your words.

"Uh, you can freestyle," she said, smirking, "ight' bet."

She turned on the machine, drew her chair closer to you, leaned down, and started working on your arm. Her perfume filled your senses; it was soft ambery vanilla with a floral hint; everything about her seems so soft, even the touch of her hands as she touched your arm. You were nervous because she was so close to you, but you couldn't deny she was very attractive. You admired her confidence in how she spoke and carried herself, it was sexy.

"How are you doing so far?" She asked interrupting your train of thought.

“Oh yeah I’m doing good, hurts a little but it’s bearable” she nodded going back to work.

“So this your first tattoo?”

“Yeah I wanted something simple” she hummed nodding.

"So you came here by yourself, Sthandwa? "No friend or a boyfriend to join you?"

"Um no, my friends were busy, and I don't necessarily like...guys," you chuckled, shaking your head. She cocked her brow and smirked.

"Oh no boys? "What about girls?" You chuckle, nodding, you felt that nervous feeling return; instead of feeling the pain from the tattoo, you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Interesting," she said, and you giggled, flirtatiously looking at her.

"What exactly do you mean by interesting?"

"Well," she began before returning to dip the pen in more ink, "I was thinking that after I finish this, I was going to ask you out to dinner, but only if you're interested."

“Well only if you’re paying” you joke.

"Ight no problem."

She turned off the machine and set it down, then grabbed some soothing gel and rubbed it over your tattoo before wrapping it in plastic wrap.

"All done, pretty girl,"

"I love it! How much?" You beamed eyeing the results.

"No charge if you come with me tonight," she said, her eyes bright and hopeful.

"I wouldn't say no," you said shyly. She handed you a sticky note with her phone number on it before leading you back to the lobby.

"Thank you; I've texted you so you have my phone number. I'll see you later tonight."

She winked at you “see ya.”

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Green Light - Lorde

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

But honey I'll be seein' you down every road I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

The three Grand Prix that followed for Charles were rather uneven in terms of results. A P4 in China, a P5 in Miami but a fine victory at Emilia-Romagna which gave him confidence for Monaco. He was looking forward to racing in his hometown, on the streets he knew by heart, and especially in front of Lyanna. It really was a special Grand Prix for him, but this year even more so.

As for Lyanna, she had just finished filming Ferrari just in time to start promoting Flowers and Crown. The movie was due to have its premiere on Friday evening, the week of the Grand Prix, and she was also expected in Cannes the day before for the festival with the entire Ferrari film team, who were among the guests of honour. Charles would be joining her, and she knew that Kika and Pierre would be there too. The opportunity for a double date for the couple of friends before the wild weekend in Monaco got underway.

Lyanna was dreading the moment she would meet David again. She hoped he wouldn't make things more complicated than they had to be. She wanted to get the promotion of the film over with as quickly as possible, especially as she suspected she was going to be asked questions which would have more to do with a certain Ferrari driver than with the film. But she couldn't really blame the journalists, as most of the promotional activities were taking place in the middle of the Monaco Grand Prix.

Charles had returned from Italy the day before, but Lyanna had the impression that they had barely crossed paths. He was very busy with press duties and she was going back and forth between Nice and Monaco to sort out the final details before starting the events to which the film crew had been invited and the interviews. Her mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and she barely had time to sleep or rest. So when she arrived at the hotel in the heart of Monte Carlo, where she was going to spend the day answering the same questions and pretending to have a complicity with David that didn't exist, she was delighted to see the team of make-up artists who were going to take care of her. Once she was ready, she went to the lounge where the PR officer, David and a young blonde woman whom Lyanna didn't know were present.

“Lyanna, thank God you’re here. I was just briefing David about what you can expect from today.”

She began to explain everything to Lyanna, who pretended to listen to her as she nibbled on a croissant. She watched with curious interest as David and the pretty blonde talked and laughed together. They looked close. David's attitude was also more relaxed than she remembered. He didn't seem like the complete asshole she'd met almost a year ago.

“And I think that’s all I had to say for today, did you understand everything Lyanna?”

“Yeah, sure. All is good.” She absent-mindedly said.

Soon David, the girl and her were the only person left. Feeling her gaze on him, David turned and approached her.

“Lyanna, hey… long time no see.” He greeted her.

“Yeah…”

“Well… Here’s Hanna. My girlfriend.” He presented the so-called Hanna who waved shyly to Lyanna who gave a little smile.

“Girlfriend? Well, that was definitely something that I was not expected.” She repeated surprised.

“Me neither, to be honest. But you know what they say, we find love in the most unexpected places.”

He took his girlfriend's hand and gave her a long, loving look.

“Where did you guys meet?”

“An art gallery in New-York. I was looking for something for my apartment and she was working there. We bonded over Banksy and Van Gogh and the rest is history.”

“I didn’t know that you liked art?”

“Actually, I studied art history in uni. Before acting. How could you have known? We’ve never really talked.”

“Yeah, that’s because you were an ass to me and everyone.”

“About that… I want to apologise. I got time to self-reflect and most specifically since I’ve met Hanna and I know I’ve been awful to you. And for that I want to apologize.”

Lyanna nodded. Hearing him saying sorry was the last thing she expected while coming today. But it felt nice. Maybe promo wouldn’t be that bad.

“I appreciate, thanks. It doesn’t erase everything that you did and say but it feels nice.”

David nodded to her before the PR rep came to fetch them for the interviews. As Lyanna suspected, some of the questions directed at her had more to do with her personal life and Charles than with the film. She tried to answer them courteously at first, but when the fifth journalist asked her another question about Charles and herself, she couldn't contain her annoyance.  To her surprise, it was David who came to her rescue, skilfully diverting the subject. Then, the whole thing went on very quickly, and she barely had time to eat a few biscuits before going on to a photo shoot that didn't end until very late in the evening.

It was therefore completely exhausted that she returned to Charles' flat at ten o'clock in the evening, wanting to take a long shower and curl up in Charles' arms. Thinking about tomorrow was already giving her a huge headache, as she had to go to Cannes to get ready to walk on the red carpet. This time she was going without Charles, only with the Ferrari film crew, and with Charles, Pierre and Kika the day after. Glancing at her calendar, she wondered when she would even have a minute to herself.

When she entered the room, Charles was fast asleep. Without a sound or sudden movement, she crawled into bed. Charles feeling the mattress sag, moved slightly and unconsciously put his arm around Lyanna's waist to draw her to him. The young woman offered no resistance and soon fell asleep.

She had hardly had a good night's rest when it was time to wake up. Charles was still asleep but it was time for her to get moving. She made herself a quick cup of coffee before meeting her driver, who was due to take her to Cannes. The rest of the morning was a blur and soon Lyanna found herself flanked by Adam Driver, Penelope Cruz and Patrick Dempsey on the red carpet. The quartet spent the rest of the day in interviews before being invited to a party organised by one of the event's sponsors. Lyanna was handed a glass of champagne, which she drank while chatting to a group of people whose names she couldn't remember. Bored to death, she began to drink one glass, then two, then three. Having eaten nothing all day except some hors d'oeuvres, the alcohol quickly went to her head, so much so that one of the hostesses at the event, seeing that the young woman was beginning to feel unwell, forced her to return to the hotel after calling her a taxi.

Alone in her room, Lyanna collapsed on her bed without taking the time to remove her dress and shoes. She felt as if her head was going to explode and she was going to be sick. Mechanically, she picked up the phone and dialled Charles' number. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning and she didn't expect him to pick up, but after a few rings he did.

“Lyanna? It’s two in the morning, are you okay?”

“Charles…I just wanted to tell you I love you, very very much. Very a lot.”

“Very a lot doesn’t exist, love” he said with a smile in his voice.

“Now it does, because I said so.”

“Lya, are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe a little bit.” She confessed as she was giggling. “You’re cute, did I ever tell you that? And your hair is fluffy.”

“My hair is fluffy. Interesting, I’m going to say that to my mom, she will be happy.”

“I love you. I miss you.”

“So you’re a cute and clingy drunk. Good to know.”

“Do I bother you?”

“Never.” But still she could hear him repress a yawn. “Sleep, love. And drink water, okay. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“You come tomorrow, right?”

“I would not miss that for anything in the world. I love you, Lya. Very a lot.”

And Charles kept his promise. He met Lyanna again the next day for the red carpet and as they posed for the photographers, he realised for the first time in his life what it felt like to be someone's boyfriend. The cameras were flashing at Lyanna, she was the one being approached, the one they wanted to talk to. Charles wasn't important. It did him good, for once, to be in the background, but he also understood how Lyanna could feel when she joined him on the tracks.

They both met Pierre and Kika inside the building and decided to just stay together and watch the festivities from afar. Kika had to meet some brand executives while Pierre was enjoying the free food and drinks. Lyanna got to talk with a few people from the entertainment industries as Charles was watching her, in awe. Something Pierre noticed and had fun commenting on.

“I think there is some drool down the corner of your mouth.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re so in love it’s sickening.”

“You are no better.”

“At least I don’t look like a lost puppy whenever Kika is not around me.”

“I’m not… you know what? I’m not even going to comment on that.”

“That’s because you know that I’m right.” Pierre laughed.

“Laugh all you want, you’ll be less of a smart-ass when I’ll overtake you this weekend.”

“You know that you can’t overtake in Monaco.”

“I have an extra good feeling about this weekend. And Lya will be there, so nothing wrong can happen.”

“I’m praying for you, my friend.”

The group of friends didn’t stay too long at the event. The boys had to leave early in the morning to go back to Monaco where they both had press duties to get to. As for Lyanna she had to meet once again the Flowers and Crown crew for some events and interviews. She couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over to finally have some peace and quiet. To have a proper meal and a proper sleep, as well.

Finally, after what felt like an ever-lasting long week, Friday arrived and with it the free practice as well as Arthur qualification session that she and Charles were going to attend, along with Carla and Pascale. When she woke up, she was alone, Charles already gone. She wasn’t feeling well, she felt week and felt like each one of her movements was going to make her throw up. And she had not even eaten yet.

Pascale and Carla arrived a short while later with croissants and other pastries fresh from the bakery, as Lyanna was almost done making herself look presentable. As soon as she opened the door, the smell hit her and as her stomach had already decided to bother her since she had woken up, it didn’t take much for her to rush back to the bathroom and throw up. Pascale rushed to her side, holding her hair back to help her. When she finally stopped Pascale gave her a glass of water and looked at her worryingly.

“You’re pale Lyanna, you should rest, today. It’s just free practices Charles will understand if you don’t come.”

“But I want to go. It’s not only for Charles i want to be there for Arthur as well. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I think it’s just the stress of these last few days. The fresh air will do me good.”

“If you’re sure… but the first signal of you not feeling well, I’m sending you back home.”

But Pascale didn’t need to carry out her threats. By the time Lyanna was stepping inside the paddock, she was feeling much better. She didn’t feel the need to tell Charles about the morning as it was not such a big deal despite Pascale recommendations.

After the Free Practice, it was time to support Arthur. Charles brought Lyanna to the F2 paddock and they both find a quiet spot where they could enjoy the race without being bothered. Lyanna did her best to cheer on Arthur and it warmed Charles’ heart who took the opportunity to snap some pictures of her. He needed a new lock-screen. Arthur ended up P3 in qualifying, his best result up to date and Charles was so proud of him. Giving him a big hug as soon as he stepped out of the car. Arthur was still disappointed but Charles tries to did his best trying to find positive things to say to his brother. Lyanna could not help but to find that a little funny, knowing Charles.

“He is as hard on himself as you are.” she told him on their way back to the F1 paddock.

“I know, it runs in the family… I just want him to know how proud I am of him. I know how hard it is for him and how illegitimate he feels sometimes. It makes me feel bad because I know that it’s my fault.”

“You are a good brother Charles, he doesn’t resent you. He admires you and he wants to be like you. You are his hero. It won’t change.”

If Lyanna thought that her day would end after the FP2 and that she finally would be able to go to bed early, it was in reality far from the truth. Andrea and some friends of Charles were going to come to the flat for dinner. It was a little tradition that Charles had and that he wanted to share with his girlfriend.That’s how she found herself in the kitchen, at 8 pm watching Charles’ attempt to cook pasta under the astonished eye of Andrea.

“Stop judging me guys! You’ll see that they are going to turn out just fine. I’m telling you, it’ll be the best pasta you’ve ever had.”

Joris, who was near, didn’t try to hide the fact that he was recording the whole situation.

“I’m going to keep that preciously somewhere. It could come out handy someday.”

“I’m 3 seconds away to order an uber eats, I know that’s going to be a catastrophe.” added Lyanna.

“I just hope no one will be sick. I need him at the top for tomorrow…” worried Andrea as boiling water was coming out out of the saucepan.

“Guys! Have faith in me!”

Lyanna never ate such horrible pasta in her life. And from the look on everyone’s faces, she was not the only one.

“I didn’t know that it was possible to screw up pasta, yet you prove me wrong.” she told him as everyone was laughing, Charles included.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s crocante! And I’m still going to eat them because in this house we don’t waste food!”

The day of qualifying, Lyanna woke up earlier than Charles with the need to throw up again. She still wasn’t feeling well. She was not feeling rested and her head was spinning a little. this ended up waking up Charles earlier than he expected.

“Lya? Love? Are you okay?”

“Peachy. I’m never eating your crocante pasta ever again. Look what you’ve done to me…”

“I’m so sorry, love… Do you want me to get you something?”

“I’ll be fine, please for the love of god don’t go near the kitchen… ever again.”

If the Friday was relatively calm for Charles and Lyanna, Saturday started to feel a bit overwhelming for her. As soon as they stepped out in the street to go to the tracks, people were there to congratulate him, encouraging him and wanting pictures or autographs from him. Charles was trying his best to accomodate everyone while making sure that Lyanna was okay.

Charles ended P2 in qualifying and everyone was so happy for him. Only Max had managed to snatch the pole from him by driving brilliantly. Charles had nothing to regret, he really had driven his best. But he couldn’t help but feeling as he failed. He wanted to win in Monaco so bad. He wanted to win for him, his family, his friends, his dad, Lyanna and for everyone that supported him. But his disappointment disappeared as soon as he saw Lyanna bright smile when he entered the Ferrari hospitality.

“P2, champ! I’m so proud of you!” she said as she stood up to hug him.

“Yeah, but it’s not pole position and you know how important it is to get it here.”

“Hey, both you and I know that the chances of safety car in Monaco are higher than anywhere else. With a good strategic call and no mistakes during the pit stops, you can definitely win. Everything can happen here.”

“Since when are you this knowledgeable on the topic?” asked Charles, surprised.

“I have a very good teacher who happens to race on the weekend. He taught me a lot. And he is also my boyfriend so that helps.”

“He seems like a good boyfriend. You’re lucky.”

“The best.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.

Sunday morning began to feel like every single day since Friday, with the throwing up, the feeling of not being fully rested and her head spinning. Fortunately, Charles had already left so she didn’t have to explain anything to him and he would not feel worried. It was the last thing he needed today. But Lyanna felt so much worse than the day before. She could feel her legs trembling and she could barely stand up. She tried to go back to sleep before Pascale and Carla arrivals but failed when she could feel her stomach not cooperating with her. She ended up giving up and decided to prepare herself some tea in the hope of making the nausea go away. She also tried to nibble on some slice of bread but thought it was tasteless. He head was pounding and she was hoping the ibuprofen she had taken would have a miracle effect.

She tried to hide her exhaustion behind a nice and glowy make up but it was not enough to fool Pascale when she finally arrived to take her to go watch Arthur’s race.

“You look like a ghost, Lyanna. Are you really sure you want to come, it’s just Arthur’s race, I would prefer if you were resting and be fine for Charles.”

“I won’t be able to rest, I know that. I prefer to go and try to forget how awful I feel.”

“Suit yourself, Lya, but you are worrying me.”

Lyanna spent most of the race sat in a corner with a bottle of water to keep her hydrated, on Pascale’s advice. Arthur finished the race P6 after a bad call from the team but he was nonetheless very happy with his result. It was the first time he finished his home Grand Prix and he was proud. And everyone was proud of him. Lyanna started to feel a little better by lunchtime, where she met Charles. They found a quiet spot in the hospitality away from everyone. Lyanna could tell Charles was anxious as his right leg couldn’t stop to bounce. It started to stress her out and she decided to place her hand on it and to squeeze it lightly.

“Sorry, it’s just a mix between anxiety and excitement.” he said to her as he was taking a bite of his avocado toast.

“It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. And no matter what I’m proud of you. Even if it doesn’t turn out the way you hope it will, I’ll be there. Always.”

It was all the reassurance Charles needed to know that it would be okay.

Soon it was time for them to go back to the garage and for him to step into the car. Lyanna went to the back where Arthur was as well as Pascale. Right before being called by his mechanics and engineer, Charles toddled around his family to give them a hug and a forehead kiss for his mom. Then, he took Lyanna’s waist to pull her against him. She put both hands on his chest, playing with the scratch pads of his racing suit.

“Well… be fast. Come back to me. I love you”

“Always. I love you too. Take care of that for me, okay?” he asked, giving her the little red bracelet that Lyanna put immediately around her wrist.

A few moments later, the race began with Charles trying to pressurise Max, unsuccessfully. The Red Bull was fast and it was a matter of time before max took the lead comfortably, leaving Charles defending against George. Lyanna had to admit it, the race was boring, as everyone had told her it would be. But still she was still watching the screen intently, leaving a gasp when Lance lost the control of his car and ended up in the wall. His mistake led the deployment of the safety car and everyone was holding their breath waiting for Ferrari strategy. The call made was a double pit stop with the priority for Charles. A few seconds later, Lyanna could see from the corner of her eyes the number 16 red car stopping and making a great 2.2 seconds stop, which was great. Lyanna breathed a little bit better as Charles was back on the track, trying to catch up to Max. He was just three seconds away, but there was only ten laps to go and the gap between them remained the same. But at least Carlos who managed to get rid of George thanks to a missed pit stop from Mercedes. But at least, the podium seemed secure for Charles and Lyanna could start to feel tears form behind her eyelids. She looked at Pascale and Arthur that were in the same sate of happiness as her and even if everyone remained focus in the garage, you could feel the atmosphere had changed.

There were only five laps to go when Lyanna stood up and she could immediately feel that something was wrong with her. Her legs felt weak and she felt dizzy. She felt like the world was spinning around her and tried to hold on to something but failed as the world faded to black around her.

Charles did it. He finally made it. After all the DNF, engine failures, strategy fucks up, he finally was on the podium of his home Grand prix. Not on the first step as he would have loved to but on the second one. He would not lie, there were a few tears that were threatening to fall when he walked on the podium. His gaze scanned the crowed looking for his mom, his brothers and Lya. If he had no problems finding his family, it’s Lya who was nowhere to be seen. He was disappointed, his first podium here in Monaco and she was not there. He did not worried much than needed, he knew she was pretty busy with interviews and media duties, something he knew all to well. Bu still, somehow it hurt him.

So as soon as he got rid of his obligations, the first thing he did was looking for his family who was waiting for him at the Ferrari hospitality. When he saw them and most importantly when he saw the dark look on their faces,he immediately knew something was wrong. And he was sure of it when the hug his mom gave him was feeling more like an i’m sorry than a congratulations.

“Where is Lya?” he asked immediately

“Charles… she is at the hospital. She fainted.” announced his mom.

And just like the high he was on was over and he felt his heart shattered in million tiny pieces.He did not care about anything else than rushing to the hospital to be at Lya’s side. Nothing mattered more than that. Not the journalists, not the team, not the after party and definitely not the Prince Albert of Monaco whose name was appearing on his phone as he was sprinting towards the paddock entrance, Arthur following closely behind.

“She is at Princesse Grace hospital. The medics thought it was better for her to be there rather than staying with the medical staff here.” told him Arthur as they were getting on the bikes.

“Fucking trafic… when did it happen? What happened exactly?”

“She was already not feeling well this morning when mom came to your flat to get her. But Lya insisted to come, she did not want to miss your race. Mom tried to resonate her but she is pretty stubborn. And then she turned pale all at once and she fainted a few laps before the final one.”

“She seemed fine when we ate lunch together.”

“Actually, mom said she has been sick for a few days. She threw up a lot and she is really tired.”

“A few days? I knew about Saturday but I thought I food poisoned her with the pasta. Why did no one tell me anything?”

“You’ve barely been there. And I’m not saying that to blame you. I know you were busy.”

“Still, I’m busy but I could have still taken time off for family emergency.”

Charles felt like he had never ridden a back as fast in his life. Soon they were at the hospital and he rushed to the reception, Arthur following close behind on the phone with Pascale that would call Lya’s mom.

“Lyanna Michel. Where is she? She was brought here as an emergency.”

“Who are you? Only family is allowed.”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

“Room 164, third floor. The elevator is this way.”

Charles thanked and wave at Arthur to follow him. When they finally got there, the doctor was coming out of the room. Charles rushed to his side and asked him how was Lyanna.

“She is resting at the moment. He blood test showed us that she had anaemia, which explained why she felt so tired, the headaches and the feeling of dizziness. And also why she was throwing up. It’s a never ending cycle. She was too tired to eat, her stomach began to get accustomed to the lack of nutriments and then rejects everything when she tried to eat normally. We are still going to do a bone marrow biopsy to be sure there is no sign of leukaemia. We are going to keep her for a few days.”

Biopsy. Leukemia. Those were words Charles did not like at all. He felt guilty. If he was the good boyfriend he thought he were he should have seen the signs. he should have seen she was sick. But he was too caught up in his own bubble to noticed it.

“Can I see her?” he asked

“Sure. But not more than one person at once. She really needs to rest.”

Charles entered the room and saw immediately Lyanna’s frame linked to different machines that were monitoring her as well as an iron infusion. He took he seat next to her and take her cold hand in his carefully. She shifted a little, turning her head toward him.

“Hey, champ…”

“Lya…” he sighed, defeated.

“No. Don’t be like that. I’m okay, Charles. Well not right now because I feel like shit, but I’ll be. I’m just sorry to not have been there to see you on the podium.”

“I don’t care about the podium, Lya. I only care about you.”

“I’ve ruined your home race…”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Don’t worry about that, okay.”

“But you must have so many places to be at, so many people to talk to…”

“I’m right where I need to be.”

She closed her eyes for a short moment before opening them again. She could see how uncomfortable Charles was and she knew that this hospital was bringing back some bad memories. She squeezed lightly his hand and trace smal pattern in the palm of his hand to get his minds off of the dark corners it went to.

“I’ve talked to the doctor… He talked about leukaemia and biopsy Lyanna.”

“Normal tests to run, Charles. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, barely had time to myself, to eat and drink and rest properly. Something like that was bound to happen.”

“Still I hate that…”

“I’ll be fine. I promise you.”

“Yes. And as soon as you leave this place, I’m not leaving your side. You’re coming with me for the European races. This way I can watch you and take care of you properly. It’s you and me against the world, Lya.” he whispered to her as he was pressing his lips on her forehead.

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Since it's Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week I want to thank the aro community for everything they taught me and everything they did for me even before I started to identify as frayromantic. I had so much amatonormativity to unlearn before I could arrive at this point, so this is my first aro week, but identifying as ace for years, I inevitably met a lot of aros online and saw a lot of aro positivity posts.

Truth be told, from age 14 - 19 I suffered a period of debilitating, very traumatizing emotional abuse that killed my entire social life and my abuser would make sure i couldn't form these bonds when i wanted to. As soon as I got out of that -> covid lockdown. When the pandemic restrictions were lifted I've spent 7 years at that point pretty much socially isolated aside from online contacts. And in the past 3 years I've been busy healing, studying, adulting and picking up the pieces.

It's been almost a decade now in which I didn't have a stable social life (aside from my relatives) and everyone else has always looked at me with this... weird pity for it. I had a lot of anxiety due to being ace as well; because i didn't feel like i could find that close committed relationship i wanted without engaging in sexual activity. People imagined the past decade in my life as me sitting on the couch all day wallowing in self-pity and loneliness, which honestly does such a disservice to all the places I visited, the ways in which i've grown, the art i made and the changes i made. People treated me like I had wasted 10 years of my life and constantly put pressure on me to be more social, to put myself into situations i wasn't comfortable with or to at least get a partner so I won't have to die alone. Dying alone was this terrible horror concept that was pushed onto me as my inevitable fate if i didn't get my shit together. And for the longest time I believed that. I hardly struggled with loneliness, I struggled with this internalized idea that I had failed at life - that i am a failure - if i don't have this many irl friends or a partner.

The aro community was THE FIRST SPACE that helped me dismantle this perspective of seeing the relationships in my life as an extension of myself. The first space that taught me that relationships of any kind aren't these things i have to collect to prove I've led a successful life. The first community that turned around and said "You are whole as you are. You are enough. And you don't need anyone else to complete you." And hearing that, to me, was such a wake-up call; it was such a novelty-realization in contrast to all the bullshit i had internalized, that I cried because damn, this was what I needed to hear.

Suddenly the value of my life wasn't defined by the kind of relationships and how many relationships I filled it with. Suddenly I realized that the committed relationship I wanted didn't have to be romantic (or sexual for that matter); hell, I didn't even want it to be. Suddenly I realized the biggest obstacle to enjoying life for me was all the people who told me i wasn't enjoying my life properly. The aro community taught me so much about love, self-worth and independence. And I haven't been active here for long but everyone has been so kind.

The aro community gave me all the hope and positivity that i needed to focus on myself and my life. I still want to form meaningful irl friendships and get a QPR in the future but the pressure is gone to get all of that asap or else my time on this earth is wasted. I have faith that these things will come when I'm ready and when it's the right time and even if they don't, it's not going to be the end of the world. My value as a person and the success of my life is not defined by the people in it and it never will be. Nor will yours. Nor will anyone's.

Some of y'all might be out here asking yourselves "I'm not aro, what does the aromantic community concern me?" So much. Amatonormativity and relationship hierarchy go so much deeper than just the assumption that everyone desires romantic love. The aromantic community can teach us so much and help us unlearn so many things that are ingrained into our system and into our way of thinking. We should be unlearning those things because doing so will take pressure away from all of us, no matter how we identify. The aromantic community should concern you because they're people with their own hopes and dreams who deserve to find happiness in whatever way feels right for them without the world constantly telling them they're doing it wrong.

The aromantic community has made me a more understanding, hopeful, positive and independent person and I can't thank them enough for that. Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week.

🧡💛🤍🩵💙

#aromantic #aroace #aromantic spectrum #aro week #frayromantic #aromantism #aro #aromantic community

[j0hnj4ej3n]

valentine's day with nct dream

Word count: 2.1k 

Warnings: none that i know of but please let me know if i missed any!

Notes: sorry for being so inactive :( i wrote a little something to spread some love on valentine’s day <3 it’s a little long, i tried to make it more detailed since i haven’t posted in awhile so i really hope you all enjoy this one~ i hope everyone has been doing well, sending all my love to you this valentine’s day! in the meantime, i will try to finish what’s in my requests before accepting new ones :3

𔘓Mark:

You and Mark are a new couple but you’ve been friends for years before this. So it was really funny when you ran into each other at the mall trying to get each other last minute valentine’s day gifts. You were paying for the items at the self-checkout counter when you heard a familiar voice behind you. “NO! Look away, it’s supposed to be a surprise!” You exclaimed and gently shoved him away when he tried to come look at what you bought. Mark cackles as he tries to swat your arm away but eventually gives up and waits for you outside the store. “I was going to go to your place to surprise you too, but you ruined your own surprise!” Mark complained when you two were walking back to your place that was just a mere distance from the mall. Back at your place, you decided to just exchange the gifts you got for each other. You gave his gift to him first, the idea was to make a care pack for him. He’s been having a busy school semester, with his basketball season coming up too, you wanted to get him items that were useful and practical for a hectic time like this. “Aw, thank you babe… it’s really sweet of you”, Mark gushes as he looks at you with his irresistible boba eyes. It’s his turn and he had to stop himself from laughing when he pulled out a very clumsily put together bouquet of tulips and lilacs from his backpack. On top of the flowers, he gave you a handwritten card and several packs of your favourite gummies. “Baby, they're so pretty… thank you” you said as you gave him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t lie! The flowers are a mess…” he whines and you finally let out the laugh you were holding back. “What happened to them?”, “I arranged them… I really tried my best to make them look pretty though…” Mark said almost sulkingly. You can’t help but melt at his efforts, “It’s okay baby, I really like it… no one has ever done this for me, so thank you”, you said as you leaned in to kiss him. And you can feel him smiling against your lips as Mark pulls you closer by the waist to deepen the kiss.

𔘓Renjun:

The plan was to meet him in the art studio after class since Renjun was going to be there all day working on his project and then you’ll head off for dinner at your favourite hotpot restaurant later. You’re excited because you finally get to spend some time together, since you’ve both been so busy this semester. But more than that, it’s because you got Renjun and yourself matching bracelets, knowing he’s been wanting to get a matching item for quite some time. You even customised your initials to be carved on the inside, with a heart in between. When you arrive, Renjun is the only one left in the art studio, hands busy behind a canvas. You call his name and his cute little head pops out from behind, eyes wide, “You’re here already?” he panics as he glances at the clock that hangs on his right. He really did not manage his time well with this… “y/n just stay right there for a sec, I’m almost done…i-it’s important”. You stop in your tracks, standing a mere two metres away from Renjun and his canvas. He quickened his movements, concentrating with his eyebrows furrowed. You can’t help but take a few pictures of him working because he is just so endearing to you. “Okay, ok… I think I’m done, want to come look?” You excitedly walk over to him, only to gasps once your eyes take in what was on the canvas. “Happy Valentine’s Day my love”, Renjun whispers just loud even for you to hear. It was a painting of the two of you right before you were official and it’s been one of your favourite pictures of you and Renjun. You were out together with a bunch of friends and it was a candid photo of you two laughing over something silly together. Even back then, you already knew your heart was his. “Do you like it?” Renjun asked after a few seconds of silence, “It’s beautiful, thank you”. After figuring out how you’re going to bring the painting with you, you and Renjun walk out of the art studio hand in hand, wrists adorning the silver band with your initials engraved on them.

𔘓Jeno:

For valentine’s day this year, Jeno reserved a table at a rooftop restaurant that overlooks the city. It’s really fancy and the view is beyond beautiful. Jeno is dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants, he literally looks so dashing you think he isn’t real. You’re dressed elegantly yourself, adorning a new dress that fits you like a glove knowing it’ll drive Jeno insane. “You look so pretty today baby”, Jeno tells you again at the end of dinner when you’re both finishing up the bottle of red wine Jeno ordered and enjoying the view. “You’re looking rather pretty yourself Jen”, you tell him, Jeno chuckles and wears a smile that reaches his eyes as the two of you take another sip of wine. “Here, I got you something,” Jeno said as he pulled out a velvet looking box and pushed it across the table. Inside the box laid a beautiful necklace with a simple, dainty heart charm. “Jen… it’s so pretty… thank you”, “Happy Valentine’s day baby”, “Happy Valentine’s day, will you help me put it on?” Jeno got up and walked over, brushing your hair to the side to clasp the necklace on. Once the necklace is on, he leans down to press a gentle kiss on your shoulder before returning to his seat.

𔘓Haechan:

“Which frame should we choose? 4 shots or 8 shots?” The two of you are in a photobooth (again). When the two of you started dating, you jokingly said that you two would have to enter every photobooth you saw to take pictures and Haechan has never taken anything else you said as seriously as this. The two of you got your matching sunglasses out to pose with them, the first shot was just a casual shot, you pulled your sunglasses down slightly to wink at the camera while Haechan had his sunglasses on, smirking at the camera with his arm around your shoulders. In the second shot, you poked your cheek with your right pointer finger, while Haechan pulled you closer to poke your left cheek. For the third shot, Haechan dragged his sunglasses up to rest on his head and turned to do the same for you. You were waiting for him to call out a pose as the machine counted down, “4… 3… 2…” and Haechan held your face gently, pulling you in for a kiss. You hear the shutter of the photobooth camera before you even register what Haechan did. It’s not that you’ve never kissed before but even so, you rarely capture such a moment in your photobooth adventures. He pulls away and giggles at your flustered expression, a blush colours your cheeks and all Haechan can do is gush over how cute you look to him. The last shot goes off and neither of you are ready for it. Yet it captured a precious moment of the two of you just gazing lovely at each other, seemingly unable to move on from that kiss. It’s safe to say that taking this photo strip is your favourite part of your valentine’s day date with Haechan.

𔘓Jaemin:

Jaemin and you decided a while ago that instead of trying to get reservations and spending money on expensive dates of valentine’s day, you would spend this special day doing volunteer work together. This year, the two of you returned to a dog shelter you two occasionally volunteered at to help clean the kennels and common areas where the rescue dogs lived. Jaemin has always loved animals and it’s always so endearing to watch how much effort he puts into when he volunteers at these shelters. When the two of you were done with cleaning up, you got to spend some time with the dogs together. One of the older rescued dogs had given birth recently and you two got to play with the puppies for a bit. As usual Jaemin was surrounded, occasionally making cute little noises in hopes of communicating with the little babies. A puppy claims it’s place on your lap and was peacefully taking a nap while his siblings were busy running around. Jaemin watched as you gently caressed the puppy on your lap and couldn’t help the warmth spreading from his chest. He quickly got his phone out to snap a few pictures, before calling out to you. “Honey… I heard they’re all up for adoption”, “Really? No… they’re going to be gone so quick, they’re too cute”, you replied, getting sad that this might be the last time seeing some of these puppies. “We should adopt him”, Jaemin came to sit next to you, lightly rubbing the back of his fingers against the head of the puppy on your lap. “Really? Wait, baby, can we really?” Jaemin only smiles and nods firmly, “I think we’re ready for it, I even thought of a name for him already”, “What is it?”, “Valentine”. (lol this puppy’s going to be a jh stan hehe)

𔘓Chenle: 

It’s not your first valentine’s together and after spending a few years together, the two of you realise how hard it is to get a reservation for a nice place on this special day. That’s not to say that either of you put in any less effort. This year, Chenle took time off to specially prepare you a home-cooked meal. You, on the other hand, are busy running to the florist after work to collect the bouquet you customised for Chenle. When you finally get home, you see your dining table beautifully set up with your favourite dishes. Your eyes meet just as Chenle was removing his apron and either you can help the chuckle that ripples out of the both of you. “Hurry come sit, you got home just in time”, he would urge as he places the apron on the kitchen counter. You bring out the bouquet you hid behind your back and Chenle’s eyes widen in surprise as he laughs in amusement. “Happy Valentine’s Day Chenle!” you exclaim as he takes the bouquet from you, his eyes trained on the pretty yellow dahlias and blue hydrangeas, staring back at him. “What’s this?”, “This year, I got you flowers for a change”, “You’re just so sweet aren’t you?” Chenle said while reaching out to softly pinch your cheek. He quickly rearranges the bouquet into a vase and sets it on the dining table. “I made all your favourite dishes, happy valentine’s day y/n” The two of you spend the rest of the night eating the delicious home cooked food, hearts warm from the love that envelopes the two of you in the comforts of your own home.

𔘓Jisung: 

You’re walking back to your campus dorm after class, tired and slightly upset from seeing so many couples on campus today glued to each other’s side. The roses, chocolates and balloons make you sick in your stomach. Sure, you think it’s pretty sweet and you get the hype of having a significant other to celebrate this special day with. But it just heightened your sense of loneliness and hopelessness, not knowing when you’ll find your own, Mr. Right. You’re kicking at nothing as you drag your feet to your dorm, when you see Jisung lingering at the front of your building. He was another freshman from your major and you’ve shared some classes together. You always found him rather cute but never really got to know him since he was always so shy. “Jisung? What are you doing here?” When he sees you, he kind of freezes, everything he planned to say all day leaving his brain. You see the card and the single rose in his hand and sighs in understanding. “You’re waiting for someone inside? Who is it? I’ll go get her for you!” “N-no, actually,” Jisung started as he glanced at you cautiously, his free hand brushing through his bangs slightly, “I was waiting for you”. Hesitantly, Jisung reaches his hand out to pass you his handwritten card and rose. “If you’re free right now… do you want to get Chinese take out together?” That sick feeling in your stomach you felt before quickly turns into fluttering butterflies, rapidly flapping their wings causing your heart to pump harder in your chest. You smile bashfully before taking the gifts from Jisung, you nodded slowly, “Sure, we can get dinner together”. Who knew this year’s valentine’s day marked a new chapter for you that featured a tall, adorable guy named Park Jisung.

#nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct dream fluff #j0hnj4ej3n

[guppieishere]

So I found this Smiling Critters relationship chart and did it with my OCs because I want to talk about them more

relationship chart template by Valentinbelleyh on twitter

First up is Rozzie Rockoon!

more detailed explanations of her relationships with the main cast of critters are under the cut!

DogDay:

“DogDay’s awesome! He’s totally lead guitar material.”

“Rozzie’s really fun to hang out with! She’s great at playing music too!”

Rozzie and DogDay are good friends! Rozzie admires DogDay’s leadership skills, and DogDay likes Rozzie’s music. Even though DogDay doesn’t hang out with Rozzie as much as the main critters, they enjoy hanging out together, and he often invites her to hang out when she’s around.

Bobby Bearhug:

“Bobby? She’s nice! She’s just a bit… mushy-gushy? It’s not really my style, y’know?”

“Rozzie’s an amazing musician! And she’s just as good a songwriter! I wonder if she’s working on any of my suggestions…”

Bobby considers Rozzie a good friend (no surprise there), and loves her singing! She often tries to suggest song ideas for Rozzie to write, usually having to do with love or romance. Rozzie thinks Bobby is nice, but is a bit off-put by all her lovey-dovey stuff, mainly because Rozzie hasn’t ever been interested in romantic stuff. She’s tried to make a song with her prompts, but hasn’t gotten very far.

CraftyCorn:

“Crafty’s my art sister from another mister! Love her artwork, dude!”

“Rozzie’s very nice! I love making art with her!”

Crafty is a bit shy around Rozzie at first, but they soon bond over their shared love of the arts! Crafty once designed an outfit for Rozzie’s performances, and in return, Rozzie wrote a song inspired by one of Crafty paintings.

Hoppy Hoppscotch:

“Hoppy’s so much fun! I love her energy! I bet she’d be tons of fun at a concert!”

“Rozzie’s so, so, so cool! …And really understanding, thankfully.”

Hoppy and Rozzie hit it off almost immediately, thanks to their shared tomboyishness. Rozzie tried to teach her to play the drums once. It… didn’t go so well. (Hoppy accidently tore one of the snare drums. Rozzie wasn’t upset, and the drum was easily fixed, but Hoppy decided that playing instruments probably wasn’t her thing.)

Catnap:

“Catnap seems chill! And… a little bit creepy, to be honest.”

“Rozzie’s music is lovely. But her sleep schedule could use some work.”

Rozzie doesn’t dislike CatNap, but she also can’t help but be somewhat unsettled by him. It doesn’t help that CatNap once snuck into Rozzie’s house to put her to sleep when he noticed she was up late working on a song. Catnap either doesn’t notice this, or doesn’t care. He like’s Rozzie’s music, especially her more relaxed songs.

PickyPiggy:

“Picky’s nice! She’s an awesome cook, and she’s got great taste in music!”

“Rozzie’s just peachy keen! And she likes country music, like me!”

Rozzie and Picky don’t immediately hit it off, as they have trouble finding any common ground, but they eventually find a mutual interest in country music! They probably discuss their favorite country musicians over snacks and stuff every so often.

KickinChicken:

“Kickin’s super cool! Dude’s got tons of style!”

“Rozzie rocks! She’s almost as cool as I am!”

Like with Hoppy, Kickin and Rozzie hit it off really quickly. Kickin also plays an instrument (specifically, he plays the bass guitar), so they frequently get together and have jam sessions! Him playing the bass is actually what gave Rozzie the idea to try and teach Hoppy the drums, so they could start a band together! It didn’t end up panning out, though…

Bubba Bubbaphant:

“That Bubba dude is really smart! I wish I was as good at remembering stuff as him.”

“Rozzie’s nice! And surprisingly calm when she’s not playing music.”

Bubba initially finds Rozzie to be a bit intense, but he eventually warms up to her once they interact when she’s not playing music, finding her to be actually pretty mellow and relaxed. Rozzie, on the other hand, took a liking to Bubba pretty quickly, being impressed by his memory and intelligence.

I’ll do Randy and Clever tomorrow probably (or I guess later today cuz it’s 3AM when I’m writing this)

(if catnap were real he’d be so pissed lmao, I gotta sleep)

#guppie says words #smiling critters #smiling critters cartoon #smiling critters oc #smiling critters headcanons #rozzie rockoon #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime oc #dogday #bobby bearhug #craftycorn #hoppy hopscotch #catnap #pickypiggy #picky piggy #kickinchicken #bubba bubbaphant #oh by the way- rozzie is aroace! #how epic #this was fun! #I was worried rozzie was the least interesting of my 3 ocs but writing this helped me hammer out her personality more #especially the quotes #I love writing dialouge I want to make my characters say words

[driftwood-fireflies]

any billy hcs?

OKAY I'm finly tackling this. lightning round.

I know that the general fandom perception of billy (in a few different circles anyway) is that he's trans, and I DO understand this. however it's not my personal headcanon. if you want to know why it's simply because the idea of him being a chaser is like insanely funny to me so. stu is trans and billy is weird about it. this is my dynamic.

as for sexuality, I've described this to people before, but to me he's bisexual on a technicality. what's that technicality? he REALLY thinks he likes women. like he's convinced himself he does. (he does not.) so like, if anything, he'd consider himself bisexual and so I call him bisexual. but. he's gay. dykwim.

anyway yes billy is a bi chaser and he is down horrible for stu though he can't really show it. I don't know if I even brought this up in my stu headcanons post but I do think they are BOTH autistic and bpd so they're really failmaxxing as a romantic duo

billyboy loomis is the undisputed mommy issues king, I think him and his mom were very close when he was a kid, like almost to the point where she was smothering him, but he loved her and became codependent with her. I think that's a theme for billy - codependency. he grew to be that way with his mom, and since I personally believe that him and stu have been friends since childhood, he also grew a little fascination with him at around the same time. he's always been Weird about stu in a myriad of ways, but the moment his mom abandoned him it was almost guaranteed that his closeness with him would turn into its own codependency. and it did.

I think his family has moved around a lot, only settling in woodsboro when he was maybe eleven or so. that's when he met stu.

I think they were both independently weird freaks of their own nature, as in, billy has always had his horror movie and psychology fascinations, but stu really amped up the crazy for him. like many people, I hc that stu is a big hunter and likely showed billy how to hunt and gut animals, and I even think he introduced him to the more gorey, less plot-centric horror movies that he loves. I also think the buck that they share was stu's initially, who then gave it to billy sometime after his mom left.

as for current day (read: 1996) stuff. a lot of people tend to stereotype stu as The horny one in their dynamic, but idk. they're both teenage boys and if anything, billy was the one trying the hardest to get laid in the movie lmfao. (I know there was an actual reason behind it but I do also think he just wanted to fuck lol) I think they're both raging horndogs and they rile each other up all the time.

we never see anyone but randy with an actual job, but I think billy's done some under the table type work around town. he strikes me as a guy who'd do good at a mechanic shop, or something. nothing too serious, just whenever he needed some pocket change he couldn't swipe from his dad.

as for horror movies... oh man.

billy is a real pretentious guy. he likes horror, he likes thrillers, but he's not as much of a gorehound as stu. that's not to say he doesn't like it - but it usually only interests him when it's the real deal. in terms of movies, he's actually your pretty generic film bro type, in that I think his top three are psycho, silence of the lambs, and the original house of wax. were he alive today, he'd be BIG into the 'elevated horror' genre, I think. think jordan peele and ari aster. overall he's a real snob about it, he can only get into a horror movie if the killer is someone he can idolize and get into the mind of. he's not a fan of monster movies, thinks it's scarier when the monster is just a regular guy. psychological horror is right up his alley, and I think he'd also love candyman for the way it combines artful and intriguing psychology into a more typically 'slasher' narrative.

I could talk about how billy watches horror movies forever but I'll move onto music so this post doesn't become a novel. I think he's big into rock, pretty similar to stu's taste in that regard. I think he'd really love green day, for sure. I also think he'd like the cure and REM, maybe soundgarden, too. he's really into anything moody or brooding in some way. besides rock though, I also think he enjoys older, more classical stuff. I could see him buying a film score cd and listening to it to sleep, or something.

SO. YEAH those are some of my billy hcs.. like I said w stu I have like a million thoughts about both of them that I couldn't possibly include in a single post so if you have any specific questions about stuff I didn't cover .. lmk ^_^

#i am so normal . #asks #headcanon asks #scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #billy loomis