#i just wanted to go to some cafe with my sketchbook

[6rookie-writer0110]

Afternoon Sketch

Cora Herrera x Male Reader

Request - where y/n is Adan's brother who meets her before the events of the movie. Y/n met her after she dropped out of college, and they became friends for a while before they started dating. Cora wanted to have their relationship a secret from her dad since Billy is already on her ass about dropping out from college and is stuck in his old ways. Y/n meet Billy before he meets Cora, he notice that Billy is a more traditional type of person as well as saw similarities of his brother in Billy, even though his a hard ass.

You and your brother Adan want to open a cafe shop. Adan hired an architect named Billy Herrera and you are going to meet with him. But Billy saw you argue over the phone with your dad and you hung up on him.

“Yelling at your father is a sign of disrespect,” Billy said.

“Well, he is acting like a kid,” You said.

You look at Billy up and down, you can tell that he is old-school when it comes to respect. Then you started to text your brother Adan and he isn't replying. You called him and left him an angry voicemail. It feels like you are doing everything on your own instead of working together like you two talked about.

“Older brother?” Billy asked.

“Yes. What, you are going talk about how I need to respect my older brother?” You said.

“Is a must, that you have to respect your older brother, everyone knows that” Billy said.

“Let’s talk about the blueprint, please,” You said.

“Of course,” Billy said.

He showed you the blueprint of the building and he started to talk about it.

———

You went to a restaurant for lunch. When you sat down you noticed a sketchbook on the table. You open the sketchbook and it's sketches of clothes like wedding dresses and party dresses. You are impressed and you keep looking at every page. Cora is down the block and she notices that she forgot her sketchbook, she rushes back to the restaurant. She noticed you looking at her sketchbook, then she walked towards you. And she snatched her book away from you

“That is rude to do,” You said.

“That is my sketchbook and you shouldn't have been looking through it,” Cora said.

“It’s still rude but I don't see your name on it,” You said.

“It's right here inside the book, it's Cora,” Cora said.

“That’s a beautiful name, Cora. I like your sketches, you are very talented” You said.

“Oh… thank you. What’s your name?” Cora said.

“My name is, Y/n. So are you a fashion designer?” You smiled.

She sits down and she starts to smile back at you.

“I’m getting there but it's hard. We just met I’m not going to tell you my whole life story,” Cora said.

“I understand. But we could be friends first” You said.

“Yeah, I think we can,” Cora said.

You and Cora start to talk about university, fashion, and food.

——-

You went to a party for your brother’s Adan and it's his birthday. But he hasn't arrived at the party just yet. You see Cora and she seems mad and she cleans her dress with a napkin.

“Cora, what happened?” You asked.

“Some jerk bumped into me and ruined my dress. I didn't know you were going to be here” Cora said.

“Me either. That is a huge stain” You said.

“I came here for my sister but she hasn't arrived yet. Ugh!”’Cora said.

You take off your blazer and gave it to her.

“The stain won't come out with the napkin. Wear my jacket and no one will notice, think of it as a fashion statement” You said.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Cora said.

She puts on the blazer. You walk Cora home, she has her arm around your arm. You and Cora are making each other laugh and talk about everything.

“You didn't have to walk me home,” Cora said.

“I couldn't let you go home by yourself at this time. You still look beautiful even with the stain on the dress” You said.

You and Cora stare into each other's eyes, she can't stop smiling. She slowly leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

“I really like you, Y/n,” Cora said.

“I feel the same way. Do you want to go on a date?” You said.

“Yes,” Cora smiled.

You smiled and kissed her on the lips.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

For the past few days, you and Cora have been texting each other every day. You can see how passionate she is when she talks about fashion and owning her own studio.

You are in your apartment when you hear someone knocking. You opened the door and it was Cora you let her inside your apartment.

“I didn't know you were coming, Cora. I would have picked you up” You said.

“I did it, Y/N!” Cora smiled.

“Did what?” You asked.

“I dropped out of college. I took your advice and I’m going to follow my dreams of being a fashion designer” Cora smiled.

You can see how happy she is feeling right now, it is a huge step for her.

“I’m proud of you, Cora,” You said.

She puts her hands behind your neck And she starts to kiss you. Then you pull her closer to you and you start to kiss her back.

“Wait… did you tell your parents?” You asked.

“Don’t ruin the moment, babe” Cora smiled.

You have a feeling she didn't tell them, but you won't pressure her to do it. You take your girlfriend to her favorite restaurant for dinner. She starts to talk about the clothes she wants to design and then you talk about your brother, who doesn't help with the cafe shop.

After dinner, she goes back to your place. She puts on your shirt then she cuddles with you in bed.

“My dad will be angry that I dropped out. He wants me to be perfect like my sister” Cora sighed.

You put her hair behind her ear.

“You don't have to be perfect, Cora. It will take him a while to understand but you have to make what makes you happy” You said.

“You always know what to say, Y/N” Cora said.

“I had to grow up fast. Yeah, my parents are rich, but my dad was always at a party” You said.

You haven't met her family and she hasn't met yours. Sometimes, you and Cora would talk about family and how they are.

——-

Sofia went to see her fiance, Adan, then she met his younger brother. This is the first time you have met her.

“Wait, you proposed to my brother? Wow, I find that hard to believe” You said.

“Times are different, little bro. We are happy and this feels right” Adan smiled.

“Welcome, to the family Sofia,” You said.

“Thank you!” Sofia smiled.

Your girlfriend called you on Facetime and you smiled at her. Sofia recognized the voice and said something

“Cora?” Sofia said.

She is standing next to you.

“You know her?” You asked.

“She is my little sister Cora. How do you know her?” Sofia said.

“She is my girlfriend,” You said.

“Wait, you are dating his brother!? Wow, this is a small world” Cora said.

“I agree with her,” Adan said.

“I can't believe I just met your secret boyfriend. She told me that she was in a relationship but she never showed me how you looked” Sofia said

“He was the same way with me. He would be smiling at his phone but he never told me who she was” Adan said.

Everyone started to talk at the same time.

———

You and Adan went to visit Sofia’s family. You are mainly happy to see your girlfriend but she is feeling nervous. She hasn't told them that she dropped out of college. You and Billy are in shock, he told his daughters that he is working with you. And he isn't happy that you are dating Cora or that Adan is with Sofia.

“You knew about them dating and didn't tell me!?” Billy said to his wife.

“I told mom two days ago. And he is a really nice guy” Cora smiled.

You brought flowers for her mom and wine for her dad.

“Dad, just to get to know them, please,” Sofia said.

“Fine. This is your weekend and we have a wedding to plan. Cora, how’s college going? I'm still waiting to see your grades” Billy Said.

Cora starts to panic.

“Well, dad… -” Cora said.

“Cora told me that you used to live in Cuba” You quickly said.

“Yes, I came to America for a better life for my family and me” Billy rambled.

Cora is glad you changed the subject. During dinner, you noticed how Billy wasn't happy that Sofia proposed to Adan.

“A man should propose to the woman, not the other way around,” Billy said unhappily

“Dad, times are different now” Sofia Said.

“In my time, that would be embarrassing,” Billy said.

“Let’s talk about the wedding” Ingrid said.

Sofia and Adan started to talk about the wedding, but Billy wasn't happy about the idea. Sofia wants Cora to design the wedding dress and Cora Said yes.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

The last few days, have been stressful for everyone. Your parents arrived and Billy didn't get along with them. Cora is feeling stressed out, trying to design The dress.

“Babe?” You said

She fell asleep and you gently wake her up.

“Oh, no! I fell asleep. What time is it?” Cora said.

“Baby, come down. You need to eat and I got coffee and a muffin for you” You said.

“I didn't even start to put the other materials together. Y/N, I need to finish the dress and everything is moving so fast” Cora said.

She stands up to grab the fabric, but you gently pull it towards you. You caress her cheek and put her hair behind her ear.

“Cora, breathe. You got this. Don't put a lot of pressure on yourself, you are not a robot. You are a great designer” You said.

She kissed you on the lips. She lays her head on your chest and you gently rub her back.

“I’m glad you are here right now, Y/N. Let's run away, Y/N” Cora said.

“No. Because I know you wouldn't want to miss your sister’s wedding” You said.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Cora said.

You help Cora move the heavy fabric around.

———

Your father Hernan is laid back and just enjoys life without stress.

“We must follow traditions. For luck, they must get married on that date” Billy said.

“What tradition is that? As for the music, i know this great DJ. I went to his party and he knows how to move the crowd” Hernan said.

“There will be no dance techno or whatever it's called at the wedding. There must be traditional Cuban music at the wedding” Billy said.

“I don't think they would want both,” You said.

“Sofia And I talked about it. We don't want a big wedding or a huge party-” Adan tried to talk

“Nonese, you and Sofia don't know how to throw a party,” Hernan said.

“Dad, we know what we want,” Adan said.

Billy, Hernan, and Adan started to argue. No one is actually listening to each other, everyone is yelling. Adan just walked away and you sighed. Billy And Hernan continued to argue they were so loud, that Ingrid had to walk in and tell them to stop fighting. Your dad left the room and you left but you heard what he said about you…

“I don’t approve of my girl marrying that boy, and I don't approve of Cora dating Y/N!” Billy yelled.

Sofia walked in and she yelled at her father.

“Stop it! I love, Adan and I'm going to marry him. You are going to be like this then I don't want you at the wedding” Sofia said.

She walked away angry. Much later, Billy heard you and Cora talking about her dropping out of college. Then he started to blame you and he grabbed You by the shirt.

“Dad!” Cora yelled.

You don't hit him and he doesn't let go of your shirt. But Ingrid, Adan, and everyone pulled Billy away from you.

“Because of you, she dropped out of college! Cora why you didn't tell me!?” Billy yelled.

“I was going to you, but I didn't want to ruin Sofia’s wedding,” Cora said.

“She was going to tell you after the wedding. I only told her to follow her dreams” You said.

“Dreams don't pay the bills. I don't approve of you dating my daughter” Billy said.

“Dad, I’m not a kid anymore. I will do what makes me happy” Cora said.

“Everyone, calm down especially you, Billy. Y/N go take Cora for a walk, I need to speak with her father alone” Ingrid said.

You leave with Cora and you take her away from the house. You start to comfort her and You listen to her talk.

———

You are at the bachelor party for your brother. You are alone with Billy at the bar. Everyone else is dancing and having a good time.

“Since I got here, you have been tough on Cora and Sofia. It's like you are hiding something” You said.

He doesn't say anything and you wait for a reply. He drinks his liquor and you continue to wait.

“How do you feel Adan And Sofia moving to Mexico?” Billy asked.

“It sucks, but it makes him happy. I want him and Sofia to be happy” You said.

“Ingrid and I, are getting a divorce. I wanted to wait until after the wedding” Billy said.

“Cora told me. When my parents got divorced everything changed rapidly. I don't like my dad’s wife and I try to avoid them” You said.

“I don't want Sofia and Cora to pick sides,” Billy said

“Don’t push them away. Cora doesn't like it when you compare her to Sofia. Cora is her own person and she is very talented” You said.

“You are right, Y/N. I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you and Adan,” Billy said.

“I accept your apology,” You said

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Sofia loved the dress that Cora designed. After the wedding, Adan and Sofia moved to Mexico. But you worked with Billy to design the cafe shop into a fashion studio. Ingrid and Billy got divorced, and you had to comfort Cora through the process.

“Y/N, can I take off the blindfold now?” Cora asked

You took her to the studio and put a blindfold on her.

“Okay, relax babe” You smiled.

You take off the blindfold and she looks around.

“Why are we here?” Cora asked

“This is your fashion studio. Do you like it? Your father helped me design the place” You said

“Wait, my dad!? No, this can't belong to me. I can't afford the rent or the furniture” Cora said.

You grabbed her hands and you are smiling at her.

“This place belongs to you and you don't have to pay rent, because I own the place. You are talented, Cora, and I know people will want you to design their clothes. Do you really like the place?” You said

She hugged you tight then she started to kiss you.

“I love it, Y/N. Oh, this is the best gift ever, I'm speechless. I don't know what else to say besides Thank you” Cora smiled.

You start to kiss her again.

“You can repay me back by making a suit for me. I have a business meeting next week” You smiled.

“Of course!” Cora smiled.

She hugged you again and she couldn't stop smiling.

#Cora Herrera x male reader #Cora Herrera x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader insert #male reader fanfic

[yudol-skorbi]

Bitches be like i dont have social anxiety then go to unfamiliar cafe and first struggle to come in for 20 minutes and then turns out this is not like cafe where you take your carton cup and leave or maybe work somewhere in a corner but like cafe cafe and oh god there are a lot of people and oh god i am already here it would be so awkward to turn around and leave and at least there is a big tea menu and i am going to kill myself but first i will drink maybe some tasty tea

I am bitches and i am dying but at least the tea is good

#i just wanted to go to some cafe with my sketchbook #i legit forgot that i am aftaid of unfamiliar places #especially cafe and restauraunts #but i dont want to trouble the staff so i am not killing myself in the middle of the cafe

[slvt4felix]

Inspired by the Masters

Pairing -> Artist!Hyunjin x reader WC -> ~ 2,400 words Includes -> maybe fem!reader considering they do wear a skirt but gender isn't really mentioned, strangers to friends (to lovers in the future), fluff, meet-cute Summary -> Your local art museum was your home away from home. Your favorite place to go and you can't help but visit when you need inspiration for a new art project. With a sketchbook in one hand and your backpack in the other, you enter the elegant building not expecting anything more than to admire the artwork. However, you soon find yourself admiring something else, or perhaps someone else... Author's note -> Lets just pretend that this isn't entirely self indulgent and written pretty much for my enjoyment. But I hope you manage to enjoy anyway! Thanks for reading! ♡ Masterlist ♡

You push open the heavy door, light nearly blinding your eyes as you walk back into the fresh air. It's one of the rougher days of the week. You just got out of one of your many stem classes, and are exhausted.

You're a junior in college, excited to take on the world, but first, you need to get through the education part of life. And let's just say it isn't easy. The building behind you is one of the many science buildings at your university. Although you despise the boring lectures held there, you can't help but admire the architecture. Your university was built a long time ago, and you feel beyond lucky to have gotten accepted here. You hadn't realized until late in your high school career what exactly you wanted to do with your life or if you even wanted to go to college at all. But ultimately, you decided on psychology. But upon starting school, you realized something was missing. That's when you enrolled in an art minor. It's been one of your obsessions since you were young. You had never even considered adding it to your schooling until the idea had been placed in your head by your high school art teacher. You had quickly gotten in touch with your advisors and changed your major. It just wasn't like you to not have anything creative on your schedule.

But today was one of your unlucky days. It was pure science labs and lectures all day long. It was now midafternoon, and there was some time to kill before your last class of the day.

Your first thought would, typically, be to head back to your dorm. It is shared between you, your high school best friend and two other people you met last year. Despite the fun times you have there, it was the last place you wanted to be today. Your roommates have been constantly arguing against each other, and you need some quiet time, especially after the grueling day you had.

You step away from the antique building to a bench next to the sidewalk a few feet away. Sitting down, you pull your phone from your pocket, unsurprised to see no messages. You haven't made many friends yet, but it's not all that shocking due to your reserved personality. Nonetheless, you open your messages, sending a quick text letting your best friend know you won't be home until later.

You put your phone away again, hands rubbing against your skirt, hoping to regain warmth. The heat in your class doesn't work well and, unfortunately, the heat from summer has faded. Reminiscent only in the nearly bare trees and brown leaves blowing in the soft wind.

Slipping your headphones back over your ears, you stand up and start the short walk to what's practically your home away from home. It's your favorite place to go, especially when seeking refuge from the chaos within your life. There's even a little cafe to get snacks or study in. Not to mention how beautiful it is. You can't help but be drawn to the beauty of it as an artist.

You walk up the glossy white stairs, excited to see the art within. Luckily, you get into your city's art museum for free. Upon walking in, your jaw nearly falls open like it always does. The beautiful cream walls and intricate paintings on the ceiling. You stop at each and every sculpture on the way in, eagerly reading about the pieces. You can never learn enough from the masters, and luckily enough for you, art is your favorite thing to study. Yes, it was your minor, but it was also your favorite hobby.

Strolling through the cool halls, you start to search for a painting to sketch out. With an upcoming art assignment due next week, you need to find inspiration and fast. You have been in a bit of an art slump for a few weeks now which is really hard when it's a quarter of your schooling. Hopefully recreating some beautiful paintings will be able to help you get back into your groove.

You walk into a well-lit room and are shocked to see new artwork mounted to the walls. They must have changed this room out recently; maybe it was a new exhibit. The thought excites you, your feet instantly shuffling closer to get a better look.

After taking a quick glance at some of the descriptions, you begin to realize it's an exhibit containing all local artists, the artwork absolutely gorgeous.

However, you were instantly drawn to a painting just about in the center of the long wall. The blood-red roses were noticeable from all the way across the room. As you get closer, you notice it's a stunning oil painting, the flowers depicted with heavy, but thoughtful, brush strokes. It was full of stark highlights and shadows, a delicate crystal vase holding the roses up. You can't help, but be in awe of the artist's talent. For the first time in a while, you don't feel reluctant to draw.

Thankfully there's a bench directly across from the artwork. You take a seat, smoothening your skirt. You set your backpack down beside you, reaching inside and retrieving your sketchbook. The inside contains various things. From journals to notes for your psychology classes, to actual drawings, the notebook is nearly filled to the brim. It may seem random, but the small notebook was essential for you.

Taking your pencil out from your bag, you start on the sketch. You'll have to be quick since you only have about an hour before class. Hopefully, you won't lose track of time.

You slowly get absorbed in the drawing. Beginning with the roses and making your way down, adding emphasis to the dark shadows. You barely notice as another person walks up to admire the art. But it's hard to stay concentrated after you first glance up.

A young man is standing off to the side, looking at the same painting. His jet black hair is slicked back slightly with gel, leaving a couple framing pieces in the front. He was dressed oddly nice, immediately drawing your attention. Although it was an art museum and people do tend to dress up more, you're starting to see fewer people make that effort. So it's interesting to see the man dressed in a designer black suit. You know it's rude to stare, but you simply cannot look away. Some people just draw attention like that.

He starts to turn around and you quickly look back down into your lap where your abandoned sketch sits. It was going well, but now looking back on it, something is off, you're just not sure what. You notice movement next to you and glance back up to see the man taking a seat next to you.

The two of you make eye contact and he smiles kindly, sending butterflies into your stomach. You return the smile before returning to your drawing. You gingerly trace over some of the lines of the roses trying to figure out what could be the issue.

"Beautiful painting, isn't it?" you say trying to keep the air from turning awkward. He simply hums a bit, with a small smirk appearing on his face. He glances down at your notebook and his eyes widen a bit.

"Your sketch is just as amazing," he says with his eyebrow quirking up. The compliment instantly makes blood rush to your cheeks. You can't help but notice how attractive the man is.

"Thank you," you reply, genuinely. You don't really show your art off to anyone so you take any and all compliments.

"It's not much so far, but it was just something to help pass the time," you explain, hoping he won't judge it too harshly. You shake your head slightly, annoyed at how strangely eager you are to please this random stranger.

He nods back in understanding giving you the idea that maybe he’s done similar things before. The two of you sit in silence after your bit of conversation. Somehow, it’s surprisingly not awkward. It's obvious that he’s simply enjoying the peace and seems to like watching you draw. You’ve never really minded having people watch you in your hobby. Despite the few nerves it adds, you feel proud when people like to see what you’re working on.

You sigh quietly, annoyed that the problem with your drawing is not going away.

"Something feels off, but I can't seem to figure it out," you admit to him in defeat. He nods and you watch as his eyes scan over your drawing. He leans a little closer, trying to get a better look and almost loses his balance for a second. It's endearing to see the confident man lose his composure even for even just a second. You lightly grip his shoulder steadying him with a soft giggle.

"Sorry, I just-," he starts a little flustered, "can I?" You're a little confused at first about what he is actually asking you and his eyes staring directly back at yours isn't doing much to help your comprehension skills. You can see him start to get a little nervous when you don't answer right away, his hands fiddling with his sleeves. His eyes dart down to your notebook, and a light bulb goes off in your head. You smile, a little embarrassed, and hand him your sketch.

"Yeah, of course," you respond. It was you who asked for help in the first place, so it would be silly for you to mind letting him see your drawing. He takes it from your hands carefully. He can tell how much it means to you from how tight your grip has been on the notebook since he came to see the painting.

"Oh I see," he exclaims, excited to have found the issue, "May I?" You are surprised when he turns to you with the question, his eyes shining eagerly in the bright lights of the museum. His hand reaches for your pencil and you instantly go to hand it to him. Your hand slightly grazes his as you release the pencil, making your heart flutter. He smiles in thanks and goes back to analyze your sketch while his other hand reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck.

'Oh my god,' you think, hoping he doesn't realize you are panicking internally. You glance away, trying to calm yourself down. You would hate to look like an idiot.

The man notices the distance and glances over, seeing you discreetly covering your mouth. He nearly laughs, finding your actions endearing, but he manages to hold it back. He quickly looks back down, so you won't catch him staring.

He brings your pencil to your sketch and goes over the petals, bringing the edges in a bit with more of a curve. Then he moves to the vase and erases a little of one of the shadows to lighten it up. You watch all the while, amazed at how he figured out and fixed the issue so quickly.

When he finishes adding his touches, he holds the sketch out in front of him, trying to see it with a new eye to check if it looks the way it should. He nods his head, content with the result.

"Wow, you fixed it. It looks amazing!" You compliment, extremely impressed.

"It was no big deal," he brushes it off, "sometimes you just need a fresh pair of eyes to see something."

"I'm Hyunjin by the way," he says, introducing himself, "Hwang Hyunjin." You're a little confused when he gives his last name, but you don't think too hard about it. I mean, it was kind of cute of him to be so formal anyway. He stands up from the bench and you follow, aware that you have to get going sometime soon.

"Y/n, nice to meet you," you respond, excited to have made a new friend. All of your friends were majors in engineering and other sorts of classes. None of them really enjoyed the same things you do, so you can't believe you've managed to find someone who seems to be into similar things.

Hyunjin reaches into his pockets, pulling out his phone. He takes a second to unlock it and looks at you in hope.

"Could I get your number? Maybe we could do this again sometime. I’d love to have someone to paint with," he asks shyly, extending his arm out for you to grab his phone. You accept his offer and put your number in, sending yourself a text so you'll have his number, too.

After you hand his phone back, his eyebrows shoot up upon realizing the time written at the top of the screen. You can tell he panics a bit, immediately slipping his phone away.

"I actually have somewhere to be, but I'll see you again, yeah?" He asks, trying to make sure you feel the same way. He starts to walk backward, albeit a little clumsily, while awaiting your answer with a charming smile painted on his face.

"For sure," you tell him with a smile, and he turns around and walks away. You watch his retreating form, shocked at what just happened.

"Oh my god," you whisper as you celebrate a little. You start to realize how many other people are in the room and take a deep breath, not wanting to embarrass yourself. You're just so excited and to be honest, Hyunjin was breathtaking.

You calm down a little and walk back up to the painting, wanting to admire it one last time before you have to leave. Not only is it one of the best paintings you have ever seen but it also happened to start a very interesting conversation and bring you a new friend. Maybe it was fate.

As you go to turn away, the silver of the plaque beneath the painting catches your eye, and you realize that you never read it like you typically try to. You love to see where and who all the beautiful artworks come from. You lean down a bit, trying to read the small black print. Since it's only a temporary exhibit the descriptions weren't anything too fancy.

Your mouth falls open within seconds of reading it. Your expression quickly turns into one of amusement thinking back on your latest interaction. You shake your head slightly in disbelief.

There, written as the artist of the piece was the one and only...

Hwang Hyunjin.

#slvt4felix #skz #stray kids #skz x reader #hyunjin #artist!hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #strangers to lovers #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x y/n #self indulgent

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby. {pt.2}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}

part one {click}

— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)

Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.

Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.

“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.

“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”

“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”

Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.

“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”

— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)

Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.

That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.

His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.

When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.

“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.

— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)

More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.

The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).

“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”

That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.

Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.

“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”

— ROHAN (ft. rapping)

Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.

You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.

Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.

“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.

Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.

Rohan was really surprised.

#— 🍁 #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji scenarios #kuroshitsuji imagines #kuroshitsuji x reader #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis scenarios #sebastian michaelis x reader #undertaker #undertaker scenarios #undertaker x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket scenarios #kuroko no basket x reader #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya makoto scenarios #hanamiya makoto x reader #seto kentarou #seto kentarou scenarios #seto kentarou x reader

[whirlwindimagines]

So I hear you’re taking requests? 👀♥️

Could we possibly have the reader be an artist and that’s how they make money for the group? But the reader has a personal art sketchbook that Vash stumbles upon by accident when someone tries to steal the reader’s bag. He then sees the drawings that consist of different people, scenery, doodles, and then of him and little notes about him like “literal sunshine”, “kissable beauty mark” “weak in the knees with this face”

Just a little something for baby girl ♥️

Requests are always open for babygirl lol also this is so cute, and I agree that beauty mark is very kissable. Give him to me 👏👏👏 😭

Also not me posting this with out tags I’m an idiot

‘If you saw him too, you’d know what I mean’

Vash x Reader

Glancing up every once in a while, you admired the scenery in front of you making to observing every detail as you quickly sketch it out in your notebook. 

Smiling softly at Vash who sits across from you, he’s not paying attention watching a crowd of people instead. It was his idea to sneak away to this little outdoor cafe, and you greatly appreciated the gesture. It gave you time to just sit down and draw. 

And who were you to blame, if you happened to catch sight of Vash’s handsome face and want to sketch it as well? Was it a crime, you nearly drop your pencil when Vash suddenly turns to you with those sweet eyes. 

Trying to be nonchalant about what you were doing, you meet his gaze with a raised brow. “What?” You ask softly, he blinks and blushes maybe he didn’t know he had been staring at you as well. “Nothing, what are you drawing?” He answers quickly. 

It’s your turn to blush, as you quickly close the sketchbook. God, you’d die of embarrassment if he saw the sketches you’ve done of him. It’s not your fault, his face is so pretty that you need to capture his expressions! “Oh, just the landscape.” You say with a wave of your hand and a shy smile. 

You flip to the page you were sketching, checking it over to make sure it’s safe, and flip to show Vash. You smile as his eyes light up, looking over the drawing. You are a little nervous as he takes it all in, you're just hoping he doesn’t flip the page. Vash doesn’t and hands the notebook back to you. 

“Amazing!” Your heart warms at the compliment because coming from Vash you know it’s genuine. You smile, placing the sketchbook back in your bag, and you thank him. Vash places some double dollars on the table and helps you out of your chair. Shouldering your bag, the two of you walk out of the cafe side by side. Everyone was supposed to meet in the center of the market, you let Vash lead you there without complaint. 

You are shoved to the side harshly, letting out a startled yelp you managed to catch yourself with an annoyed huff. Vash turns to you concerned; you shrug going to adjust your bag when to your horror it's gone. Eyes widening, you frantically look around for it had you dropped it? Or… you gasp turning around. “That guy stole my bag!” You sob out, startling Vash beside you. You feel Vash place his hands on your shoulders, it forces you to look at him with a determined look in his gaze.

“Stay here, I’ll get it back.” You don't get a chance to reply when Vash takes off running. You frown, letting out a sigh as you listen and do what you are told for once. 

It's not difficult for Vash to catch up to the thief, he does so pretty quickly and is sure he can resolve this without any issues. The moment he saw that sullen look in your gaze, he knew he had to do something. It broke his heart to see such a sad look on your pretty face! 

“Hey stop!” Vash calls out, it startles the thief, who clearly thought they were in the clear. Vash lunges forward getting ahold of the bag, he didn't have much of a plan after that. “This belongs to my friend!” he says it with a cheerful smile, catching the man even more off guard with his attitude. 

The thief lets out a ‘tsk’ noise and tried to pull the bag back towards themselves, but Vash’s grip was stronger, and with one yank managed to get it out of the thief's hands… and spill all the contents. Vash cringed as the thief ran off, with a sigh he dropped to his knees to place everything neatly back into the bag. 

It seemed to all be mostly art supplies, he knew if you had to replace anything you would feel guilty spending the money. But you deserved it, hell if it wasn’t for you, they wouldn’t have enough to eat sometimes. Vash paused looking down at your sketchbook, you were always drawing in it but it was rare you’d show your work to him, and the others. 

Surely a quick peek wouldn’t hurt? It was already sitting half open, not wanting to psyche himself out Vash grabs it carefully and starts looking through it. His gaze softens as he looks at your sketches, familiar landmarks and places you've traveled, some animals, and people familiar and not. Vash turns the next page and flushes.

Sketches of him, is this how you see him? All soft lines, and gentle expressions. He can feel himself growing redder by the minute, he spots your handwriting, little notes around the sketches. The notes are about him as well, pointing out something in his expression, what he was looking at. And then some of the notes are cutesy with little hearts around them, the biggest heart seems to be around a note about his beauty mark. With an arrow pointing to the sketch. 

Vash slams the sketchbook closed, heart racing. He’s flattered, but unsure what to make of all of this. After a minute he smiles, you think he’s cute! Feeling light and fluttery, he places the sketchbook in the bag, making sure he’s gathered everything he stands heading back to where he left you. 

He stops when he spots you, he notices your nervous glance as you shift from foot to foot looking around. Vash watches you for a moment and his heart skips a beat, he walks towards you joining your side. You look up at him wide eye, your eyes shining when you noticed your bag in his hands. Taking the bag carefully, you hug it to your chest, “Oh Vash! Thank you so much.” 

You throw your arms around his neck, and his arms wrap around your waist without hesitation. “It was no problem.” mutters, you huff pulling back. “Oh, I’m sure, I didn’t think a bag snatcher would be the one to take down the big bad Vash the Stampede.” You tease watching him blush under your gaze. 

Vash rubs the back of his head with a slight chuckle, you smile leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. He nearly goes as red as his coat, and you’re sure your face is flushed as well. “Seriously thank you.” stepping away from Vash, you turn going to find the others. You don't notice the soft look in Vash’s gaze as he places his hand over his cheek, or the whispered ‘you’re welcome’ he gives you. With a soft chuckle, Vash follows after you quickly joining your side.

#vash imgaine #vash x reader #Vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede

[gretavanlace]

A few days ago, I received an ask that came bearing the gift of a smutty little josh/danny/reader number. Tumblr was being a dick (what a shocker) about the length, so I couldn’t just answer to post it. I then agreed to post it later on, annnnnnd then promptly forgot because that’s just the way I’m wired. I’ve been mildly senile since birth, it seems, but eventually, I always remember (mostly). Anyway, without further ado, here is said fic.

Thank you so much, anon, I hope you’ll forgive the wait. I just know they’re going to love it! I know I did 🥵 Josh & Danny lane, grab a spoon and settle in at the table, you’re about to be fed

18+ below the cut. Completely unedited as it is not my work and therefore not my place. Warnings: plenty of them

apologies for the REALLY long ask, just had this idea

premise: you’re with Danny, but occasionally, you catch him staring at Josh with hungry, horny eyes

Warnings: anal penetration (m receiving), oral (both receiving), penetration (f receiving), “daddy” and “mama”. I think that’s all!

“Daniel?” You ask. He hums contentedly in response, not looking up from his sketchbook. “I have a question for you, my sweet boy.”

“Yes, love?” Now his eyes are on you, deep brown and trusting. You sit down next to him, close enough that there’s barely a space between you.

“Be honest with me. How long have you been thinking about fucking Josh?” you ask. His eyes widen.

“What?” he asks, immediately on the defensive. “Baby, no, I—“

“Daniel,” you snap. “I said honestly. Are you my good boy?” You know that’ll get him. Danny has a submissive streak a mile wide.

“Yes,” he says quietly.

“And do good boys lie?” You ghost your hand over his rapidly hardening cock.

“Um,” he stammers, shifting away from your touch.

“Do they?” you push again, hand groping his dick through his pants. It betrays him and he curses it under his breath.

“No, good boys don’t lie.” Danny chooses his words carefully. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie. I want Josh. I have for months. Maybe even years. I’m sorry, my queen. Please punish me.”

You grin. So the truth comes out. “I won’t punish you, baby boy. Everyone deserves a second chance, and you made the right choice. That’s my good boy.” You kiss his cheek, then stand and walk away.

“Queen?” he calls after you. “What do I do with my pitiful dick?”

You hesitate — he’s supposed to be in some trouble, so you’re not sure he should be permitted to touch himself, but you have things to do, and you don’t need whiny Daniel all over you. And you certainly will not be doing it for him. “Play with yourself, go ahead.”

You walk to the bedroom, texting Josh. “Coffee & donuts?” you ask.

“Yes! I’ll meet you in 20.”

You smile deviously. Josh has no clue the proposition you’ll bring to your innocuous breakfast date. Stepping back into the hallway, you listen to Danny finish himself off. As soon as he cums, you appear next to him. “Lick it off,” you whisper into his ear. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his fist to his mouth, cleaning it off completely. “Good boy. I’ll be back.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in a cafe across from Josh, sharing donuts and coffee. He’s as pleasant as always, smiling and laughing.

“Where’s Danny, anyway?” he finally asks.

“He’s at home. But there’s a reason for that. I have… an idea for you, Josh.” Josh raises an eyebrow, chewing his donut, nodding for you to continue. “I know you’ve seen the way Danny’s eyes linger on you. On your lips, your crotch.” Josh doesn’t react to this. “I want to give him everything he wants, and he wants you. Will you have him, for just one night?”

Josh considers it. “Yeah, okay,” he says evenly. “But I do have a request.”

“Anything,” you say.

“I want you there too.” Josh smiles.

You grin. “That sounds perfect. Tonight?” Josh nods.

“Are you going to tell him?” You consider the question. He might back out if he has too much time to mull it over, you think.

“No.” He nods again. “Be there at 9:00. I’ll tell him then, and if you don’t get a text by 9:15, you can leave.”

“That sounds good” Josh agrees. He stands to hug you, kissing your cheek. “Love you,” he adds.

Later that evening, you’re preparing Daniel. It’s 8:45 or so, and you know Josh will be there soon.

“Danny?” you call from the bedroom. “Could you come here and fasten this for me?” You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, holding a strap from your favorite lingerie. Sure, you could do it yourself. But there’s no fun in that. You hear his footsteps in the hall, then the sharp intake of breath when he sees you.

“Baby,” he grins, walking to you. “What’s all this for?” he takes the strap from your hand and fastens it, then pulls you into him. You can feel his stiff cock through his jeans, poking you.

“I want you,” you answer simply. You turn toward him, cupping his face with one hand, and his dick with the other. Dropping to your knees, you take your sweet time undoing his belt, the button and zipper. You pull down his pants, eyeing his monster cock through the gray boxer briefs. You pull them down, cock springing free, and immediately take it into your mouth. He puts his hand in your hair, but knows better than to pull your head into him, or to thrust. He may be receiving the pleasure, but make no mistakes, you’re in charge.

“Thank you,” he says, like the good boy he is. You work down his shaft, taking it all in, drinking him down. “You make me feel so good.” You ignore his praise, focusing on making him feel even better. His fingers curl around your hair, tugging, and you smile, sucking him down, giving the sloppiest, most knee buckling head you can muster. “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I’m close already.” You nod — you know. “Please, is it okay? Can I cum, please?” You nod around him, and in seconds, thick hot ropes of cum are shooting down your throat. You hold him there, close to you, grabbing his ass. “Mmm, fuck,” he says again. “Thank you.” You release him and swallow, and he offers his hand, helping you up. He kisses you, warm lips on yours soft as can be, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“You’re so good for me,” you say into the kiss. “Aren’t you good for me? Tell me.”

“I’m good for you,” repeats Danny obediently.

“That’s right.” You kiss him again, eyeing the clock. 9:03. Okay. Go time. “Am I good for you, Danny?”

“Yes, yes, you’re so good for me!” he agrees. You smile.

“You wanna know how good I am?” you ask. He nods, looking at you expectantly. “Josh is waiting outside right now. You say the word, and he comes in here. We’ll both give you the time of your life.” Danny thinks it over, considering the possibility. He wants Josh. He does. Just once, really, he just wants to feel Josh, to see him and taste him. You can see him trying to decide, and judging by his cock growing between you, you think he wants it, but something is holding him back. “No tricks. No strings. I see the way you look at him.” You say. “I love you, and I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“I want him,” Danny admits, breathing hard.

“Then let me tell him.” You slide your phone out of your pocket and send Josh a text, telling him to come up.

Danny looks at you. “Are there any rules?” he asks.

“No, baby. Your only rule is to feel good.” You kiss his neck, and Danny shivers.

It’s then that you hear Josh’s footsteps in the hallway, and pull back, letting Daniel see him as he steps into the room. Suddenly, he goes shy, burying his face into your neck.

“Hello Daniel” Josh smiles.

“Baby?” you ask. “You okay? What’s your color?”

“Green,” Danny confirms with a shaky breath. “May I… may I taste him?”

“You ask him that, baby.”

Before Danny even gets the chance to ask, Josh is answering. “Yes,” he says. He pulls Daniel close and kisses him, hands in his long curly hair. “She’s right,” Josh agrees. “You are such a good boy.” Daniel whines into his kiss, his hand reaching down to touch Josh’s crotch. He’s pleasantly surprised to find Josh already hard, palming him through his sweatpants.

“I want to taste it,” Danny says.

“Then do it,” answers Josh. “Go ahead. This is all for you, Daniel, you get everything you want tonight.” Danny is on his knees in a flash, pulling Josh’s pants down, straight to the ankles. He marvels at Josh’s cock for a minute, thicker than he could’ve imagined, long and hard. He hesitates, then opens his mouth, wrapping it around the head of Josh’s dick. The moment he feels Joshua’s warm skin in his mouth, the taste of him all around, he moans. You’re watching your boyfriend suck dick like he’s done it a thousand times, taking Josh’s whole length into his mouth. Josh thrusts into him once, gently, and Danny whines, nodding.

You lay back on the bed, watching, and reach to the nightstand for a little pleasure of your own.

“Good boy,” you tell Danny, who looks to you, moaning again, and returns to feasting on Josh’s cock like a starving man.

Josh smiles, petting Danny’s hair, letting him take it slow and enjoy himself. It was all for him, after all. Josh didn’t care if he didn’t even cum, though he knew he likely would, and soon, the way Danny was going. “You feel so good, Danny, you’re a natural,” praises Josh.

“Wanna make you feel good,” Danny pants.

“You’re doing so good,” Josh tells him.

Danny nods. “Wanna make you cum. Will you cum for me? Wanna taste it.” He’s whining, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“I’ll cum for you,” Josh says. “You feel so fucking good I won’t be able help it.” Danny nods, his warm mouth around Josh’s warm cock. “I’m gonna cum, Daniel, fuck. Do you want it in your mouth? On your chest?” Danny’s whining loudly, panting, taps his chest.

“Chest,” he pants. “Rain on me, please. My chest, my face, everywhere.” Danny goes back to his work on Josh’s dick, when it pulls out with a pop and Josh moans, cock spitting all over Daniel, on his face, dripping down his chin to his muscular pecs.

“FUCK,” Josh says. Danny’s licking his lips, searching for another drop of Josh’s perfect cum. “Mm, here baby,” Josh swipes up some from Danny’s chest, putting his fingers into Daniel’s mouth, feeding him the cum. “Here, good boy.”

You take it all in, pleasuring yourself all the time.

Danny turns his head to look at you. “No rules?” he asks again.

“No rules,” you confirm.

Danny looks at Josh, eyes wide and pleading. “Fuck me. Fuck my hole please and use me.”

Josh’s eyes widen, and he turns to you, seeking permission. You nod.

“Anything for you,” Josh answers.

“Baby?” Danny asks, looking at you.

“Yes, my sweet boy?”

“Will you come over here? I want you to take care of my cock while I take his, please.” There is a fire in his eyes, and you couldn’t so much as imagine saying no, not the way he looks.

Josh smiles at him. “God, you’re fucking filthy.” He puts a hand on Danny’s shoulder and guides him to the bed, where he gestures for him to lay down. Danny props himself up on all fours on top of you, hovering just above you with his ass ready to take Josh’s thick length.

Danny looks at you. His eyes are full of love, trust, and adoration. “Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning up to kiss you. You kiss him, amazed at all the beauty happening around you. It’s amazing to see Josh look after Danny the way he does, treating him gently, with gentle, intuitive touches of someone who’s done it a thousand times.

“Lube?” Josh asks. You reach over to the nightstand, fumbling around until you feel it, then handing it over. Josh pours a good amount onto Danny’s hole, coating his finger in it also. “We’ll start slow” he tells Danny, swirling his finger around the tight entrance. “You’re tight, baby, that’ll feel so nice.” He praises, and you watch Danny’s face light up, then immediately turn to a blissful, erotic expression that can only mean Josh has begun to ease his finger into Danny. “Aren’t you a good boy,” Josh hums.

You spit into your hand, eager to get in on the action, and wrap your fist around it, pumping slowly, from end to end just the way he likes. “Does that feel good, baby?” you ask, sitting up to whisper into his ear. He nods, whining with pleasure.

“You’re so eager,” Josh remarks. “Taking me in all the way, are you ready for more?”

Danny, eyes closed, cries back “yes sir, fuck, yes daddy.” His eyes shoot open a second, realizing what he’s said, looking at you for approval.

“No rules means no rules,” you assure him, trying not to reveal just how hot and bothered it got you, the way it sounded coming out of his mouth. Josh slips another finger in, sending Daniel rocketing forward into you. You keep a steady hand on his cock and move your hand from his back to offer your breast. He takes it gratefully, suckling and biting at your nipple with each stretching push from Josh. You put your hand back on Danny’s back, gently scratching. He thrusts his hips, asking for you to stroke his cock, and you happily oblige.

“You ready, baby doll?” asks Josh. Danny nods, and cries out, feeling so empty when Josh takes his fingers out. Just as quickly as he’d taken his fingers out, he replaces them with the tip of his cock, pushing in slowly, steadily. “If you need me to stop, just tell me” Josh reminds him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please” Danny begs.

“Okay, darling, okay. Calm down. Daddy’s a good listener too, just like you.” Josh’s words, so reassuring, and yet, pure filth spewing from his mouth, make you smile.

Danny’s warm mouth finds your shoulder this time, and you slide down, giving your shoulder to him to bite while Josh stretches him further. He obliges, kissing it at first but wrapping his mouth around it and biting the closer Josh gets to bottoming out. You take your hand off of his cock to collect some of your dripping wetness, wrapping your sloppy soaked hand back around him. “You feel that, baby? That’s all from you two boys, such good boys, you did that.”

Danny nods, biting you again, moaning as you pump his cock. Josh bottoms out, and the tears in Danny’s eyes fall. “Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good.” His cock twitches in your hand, revealing how close he was. “Stop,” he said, and the room stilled.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I want to fuck you, please, can I?” he asks, eyes pleading. “Please, let me finish in you.” You smile, feeling around for a condom, rolling it onto his aching, impossibly hard cock. “Thank you, baby,” he breathes. You situate yourself underneath of him, sliding his dick into your soaking wet cunt, where it belongs. You feel yourself wrap around him immediately, taking him.

“Okay,” he says. “Go again.” Josh thrusts, slowly, but the force is enough to send Danny’s cock full force into you, not quite to the hilt but damn close. You moan, reaching for Danny’s back, scratching as the pleasure rides across you. As Josh picks up speed, so do Danny’s thrusts into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he cries. “Please, fuck, can I cum?”

Before you can open your mouth, Josh says “no.” Danny hesitates. “Hold on just a little longer, please,” and it’s then that both of you realize how close Josh is too.

“Oh, fuck, yes sir, I want to feel you fill my hole with cum while I cum, please daddy,” Danny says. Josh nods, biting his lip, thrusting harder. You’re not quite there, but that’s alright — it was Danny’s night, after all.

“Okay,” Josh says, nodding, his voice more of a cry than anything. “I’m— I’m gonna—“

“Me too,” Danny says, and you feel him let go inside of you a second later. “FUCK,” he roars, grinding and gnashing through his orgasm. “Fuck, holy fucking, fuck, thank you, thank you Josh, thank you Daddy, fuck, thank you, baby thank you thank you thank you,” he whines, almost incoherent as he comes down from his orgasmic high. He’s collapsed on top of you, dick still buried deep inside.

“Okay, baby,” Josh soothes. “I’m gonna take it out now, are you ready?”

Danny nods, bracing himself against you. You feel him relax as Josh slides it out, takes the condom off and ties it, to be thrown away.

“You ready to take it out?” you ask. Daniel pouts.

“You didn’t finish,” he says.

Before you can remind him that this was his night, Josh pipes up. “Yet. She didn’t come yet. Josh lays down next to you on the bed. “Remember how I said I wanted you here, doll?” You shiver at the implication. “Daniel, darling, she was so good, wasn’t she?”

Danny nods. “The fucking best.”

“Don’t you think she deserves to cum?” Again, Daniel nods. Josh looks at you.

“How do you want to cum, baby? Tell us how we can please you.” You feel so warm, basking in the sunshine of Josh’s gentle, sexy ways. You think it over; Josh has had two orgasms, and so has Danny. You want to try Josh’s cock on for size, see how it feels, how it fills you up. “Stop thinking,” Josh snaps, and fuck, it’s even sexier than sweet, loving Josh. “You said no rules, and that applies to you too. No rules. Don’t worry about us. How do you want to cum?” You bite your lip.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally answer. “And when you come inside me, I want Danny to lick our cum up off of my cunt.”

Josh smiles. “You heard the girl, Daniel.” He nods, finally pulling himself out of you, and kissing your forehead.

“I love you,” he says, getting up.

“Watch,” you speak suddenly, surprising even yourself. “I watched you blow him, and you fucked me while he fucked you. Now I want you to watch him fuck me.” Danny nods.

“Yes, my queen,” he answers. He kneels on the ground, staring at you as Josh lines himself up with you.

“You ready, mama?” asks Josh. Mama. Oh, fuck.

“Yes,” you answer. He slips in easily; you’re still soaked.

“Filthy girl,” he growls in your ear. “You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. He fills you up, but you want more. You want him to fuck you, the sensitive head of his cock crashing against your g spot. “Please,” you ask, snaking your legs around his small body. “Fuck me.”

Josh smiles. “You hear that, Daniel? Your lover is begging me to fuck her,” he says.

“Give her what she wants,” Danny says, his voice strained in a way that tells you he’d have been capable of finishing you himself. Instead, he’s toying with his own red, hard cock

Josh starts to thrust, and you’re taken immediately by it. It’s intoxicating, so big and thick, and you can’t believe how fucking good he feels.

“Feels good, doesn’t it mama?” asks Josh.

“Cocky son of a bitch you are,” you pant back.

“You can call me daddy too, if you want,” Josh offers with false innocence, that devilish grin showing back up. Fuck, your legs are shaking.

“Mama and daddy,” you chuckle. “My my.” Just as you’re about to make another smartass remark, he thrusts again, taking your breath away. “FUCK, Josh,” you cry out. “I’m… I’m close, Josh, please,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says, but his tone isn’t the cool and calm one he’d been going for; it betrays just how close he is too.

“Fuck me,” you say, shamelessly grinding into him. He listens, bucking into you erratically. “Oh, fuck,” you say. “I can’t wait, I’m cumming, fuck,” you tell him.

“I’m cumming,” he assures you, and you feel his heat fill you as you let go. He gives an animalistic growl at the way your pussy thumps wrapped around him. “Fuck,” he says.

A shadow looms above you. Danny.

“My turn,” he says. Josh rolls over and Danny grabs his hair. “Taste me,” he tells Josh, feeding him the cum from his fist.

“Thank you,” Josh says. He licks it off, swallowing it all.

Danny lays on the bed, spreading your legs. With the first warm embrace of his tongue, you already know you won’t last long. He feels so good, and the little moans he’s making as he tastes your cum and Josh’s drive you crazy.

“You taste so good,” he tells you.

“You feel even better,” you answer. “You’re such a good boy.” He’s sweating, licking and suckling at your cunt, your aching clit, like he’ll die without it. “Oh fuck,” you manage. “Right there, fuck. I want your fingers.” He slides them in, curling around your g-spot. “Fuck, oh god, Danny,” you’re all but screaming now. “I’m gonna squirt, fuck,” and this is all the encouragement he needs to get you there. You’re gushing around him in a minute, blinded by white hot orgasm. You feel your hands in his hair as you come down, and realize he’s licking the squirt off of you.

“Josh,” he says. “Come taste,” and Josh does, taking Danny’s place for a moment. His lips and tongue are cooler than Danny’s, and you squirm.

“He’s right, darling, you taste divine,” Josh says. “Would you like a taste?” You nod, so he comes up to give you a kiss. You taste yourself on his breath, just the way he said you would.

He situates himself next to you, not minding the wet spot for even a second.

“Thank you” Daniel says from the other side of you. “Both of you, thank you.”

“I love you,” you tell him, turning your head for a kiss.

“Let’s get cleaned up, loves” Josh soothes. He gets up and helps you to your feet first, shuffling the first few steps to the shower with you before going back for Danny. You wince, knowing Danny’s going to be sore, and start the water to clean you all up.

You spend the night between Josh and Danny, snuggling, safe and comfortable, and so fulfilled.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #fanfic #greta van fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van smut #gvf fic #josh kiszka #danny wagner #daniel wagner

[offbrandkyoya]

45 angel from heaven

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Luck is on your side since that photo has been taken down. You’ve heard a few people talk about it but when asked for proof, there’s no proof to show. You let out a sigh of relief and laid your head down on your desk. You took out your phone and played around on it.

You frowned, staring at Scaramouche’s contact. Your conversation felt short and sweet but you still wanted to talk to him. You love him so much it’s crazy. Though, you didn’t know what to say. You sat up, opened your notebook, and started to sketch your boyfriend. That reminds you that you have that art contest to work on. The lecture started and everyone takes out their laptops, including you. Though, you worked on your project instead of paying attention.

You know what you want to do but you still searched for some inspiration. Something that can help amp your vision. You went back to your sketchbook once more and began a rough draft. The draft is due in a few days but you wanted to submit early since you probably won’t have time to paint. Painting takes a while, for you at least. You want this to be perfect.

The lesson ends and everyone goes to leave. You stare at your draft and smile proudly. It’s messy but you can see what you were thinking. You put your stuff away and pop in your earbuds. You begin to head out and go to the cafe since it’s break. However, you feel someone tap your shoulder, causing you to stop. You turn around and was surprised to see Thoma. You put away your earbuds and had your full attention on him.

“Thoma, hi! Whats up?” He smiled, “I called for you but it seems you didn’t hear me.” You scratched your head. “Sorry.” “It’s okay. I was wondering if you wanted to eat together?” You blink, surprised. “Me?” He nodded. “Just you and me. You seem cool so I want to get to know you.” You blushed at that then nodded. “Sounds good.”

You guys make your way to the lunch hall and ordered what you wanted. “I’ll pay.” Thoma says and you shake your head. “N-No, I’ll do it.” He laughs, “It’s fine, seriously.” You let out a sigh and let him pay for the meal. You guys sit down somewhere at the back. You never ate at the lunch hall since you didn’t have many friends. Thoma seems nice so you hoped you guys can be friends. The guys always encouraged you to make some outside the friend group. They worry that when they’re somewhere, you’d be all alone. You tell them that’s nonsense.

“If it’s okay to ask, why can’t you tell people your actual boyfriend?” Thoma speaks up. You froze and looked down warily. This caused him to panic. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! Forget what I said!” You wave your hands and look at him. “N-No, it’s alright.” You cleared your throat. “Well, it’s cause he’s pretty famous.” Your cheeks turn red at how crazy you sound.

“P-Please don’t tell anyone this but the guy I’m dating is Scaramouche…” You whispered and awaited a crazy gasp or scream. Instead, Thoma didn’t have a wild reaction. He stares at you for a while before tilting his head with an apologetic smile. “Sorry but I don’t know who that is.” Your eyes widen. “Wait, for real?” He nods. “He’s from 5WIRL. You know, the new member?” Thoma shook his head. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Huh.” You crossed your arms. “Do you at least know who 5WIRL are?” He shook his head again. “Damn.” You took out your phone and showed him a picture of scaramouche. “Him.” Thoma squinted, trying to think but nothing. “Sorry, I don’t know.” You’re shocked by this. Putting your phone away, you lean towards him, trying not to get your clothes dirty. “Wow, I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t know 5WIRL.” He blushed, feeling embarrassed.

“I know. I’m pretty much living under a rock. I dont even use my social media that much.” You gasped. “Holy shit!” Thoma’s face turned red causing you to giggle. “It’s okay, Thoma. You just made things easier for me.” “I did?” You nod, “Dont worry. Hopefully you don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend for a long time.” He chuckled. “Right.”

You continued to eat until Thoma asked, “Can I see him again?” You perked up. “Hm?” “Ah, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “No, it’s okay.” You take out your phone again and showed him Scaramouche once more. He stared at him longer than before. “His face,” He starts. “It’s familiar.” You look at Scaramouche. “Does it?” He nods. “Yeah. For some reason, he reminds me of someone.” He sighs, “Unfortunately, I don’t remember who.” “Huh.”

It was your turn to stare. ‘I wonder who he’s talking about.’ Scaramouche has a slight feminine feature but it’s hardly noticeable at first. Then, you thought about the conversation you guys had on your last date. His mom was a singer. Perhaps that’s who Thoma is thinking about. You shake your head. ‘That’s dumb. Maybe it’s someone else.’

You put your phone away again. “Do you at least know who DCKZ are?” Thoma froze. “DCKZ?” “Yeah, they’re like really popular now.” Thoma shifted in his seat. “Oh, really?” “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy since 5WIRL were the popular ones before.” “I-I never knew that.” Thoma’s voice cracked and you noticed his face turn red. “Thoma, are you okay?” You asked, worryingly. “I’m fine. Sorry, you can continue.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” You were hesitant but obliged, “I’m not really close to them but Scaramouche is friends with them.” “Oh wow.” Thoma relaxed a little.

“Yeah but that’s cause he’s friends with Childe.” You laughed to yourself. “Actually, Childe was the one who sent me your picture. I wonder why he had you.” Thoma drank his water as he laughed nervously, “I wonder too…” You didn’t want to be nosy. Childe told you it was private and that made you curious. You sigh, resisting the urge to ask. You notice people getting up and realized it’s time to go. “I’ll see you later then Thoma.” You said with a smile.

Thoma smiled too. “See you, Yn.” You guys were about to head in different directions but someone interfered, “Shouldn’t you guys be walking to class together?” You two stopped dead in your tracks and looked at each other in a panic. “Uh, Thoma and I have different classes.” “Still.” They started to hover around you. “At least do a goodbye kiss!” Thoma spoke up, “I’m not comfortable with public affection.”

They started questioning you both and it was getting on your nerves. You have to stand up for yourself. Suddenly, you placed your hands on your hips, saying, “If you guys aren’t convinced then that’s not our problem. I don’t know what you guys want us to do. If we say we’re a couple then we are! Our relationship is not some drama show you guys can watch!” You took a step forward and that made the rest take a step back. “Thoma is clearly uncomfortable with certain things and I don’t mind it. What matters is that we’re in love so go leech on another couple instead of us!”

You grabbed Thomas arm and pushed yourselves into the crowd to leave. You ignored the looks and whispers. You were just proud that you finally stood up for yourself from those dorks. Once at a good distance, you let go, and bowed in front of Thoma. “I’m so sorry about that.” “N-No, it’s okay! Please don’t blame yourself.” He forces you to face him. “Thank you for getting us out of there.” You laughed, “Hey, I couldn’t take them any longer.”

You smiled at each other. “I’m just glad I didn’t have to kiss you.” You say but then covered your mouth. “Not that I don’t think you’re a bad kisser! It’s because i have a boyfriend and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea plus it’s wrong to do either way and-“ He bursts out laughing causing you to shut up.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Thoma pats your shoulder. “A kiss should be reserved for your one true love” You blushed. “Thanks. Talking about this is making nervous.” He tilts his head, “How come? Kissing him makes you anxious still?” You shake your head as you turn fifty shades redder. “N-No, it’s because…” You began to whisper, “We haven’t had our first kiss yet…” Its Thoma turn to become red in the face. “Oh!”

You covered your face in embarrassment. “I know! I mean, it makes sense because we just started dating and stuff but imagining it makes my heart explode!” You cling onto Thomas arm. “THOMA WHAT IF IM A BAD KISSER?!” He panics, “I’m sure you’re not!” You let go and slap yourself causing Thoma to jump. “Yn!” “If it turns out he hates it then I’ll give up on everything.” “PLEASE DONT SAY THAT!”

You face him with curiosity, “Actually, Thoma, have you ever had your first kiss?” Thoma freezes up and you notice his whole body turn red. You gasp, “You have?! With who?!” He stutters, “U-Um, with a friend.” “Omg!” He nods and covers his face. “Please, let’s not talk about it.” You smile pitifully. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He slowly uncovers his face. “It’s fine. It was so long ago. I didn’t even remember it till now.” You hummed. “Are you guys still friends?”

Thoma frowned and you decided to stop there. “Sorry.” He smiles warmly. “It’s alright. You didn’t mean any harm.” You smiled too. “You know, Thoma, you’re a really good person. I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He chuckled. “Thank you, yn.” You then pat his arm. “It’s their loss they had to miss out on a hunk like you.” Thoma turns red. “P-Please. I’m not that good looking.” “Uh, yes, you are. You’re the embodiment of a perfect man.” He turned his back to you. “Enough, I think I’m on fire.” You laugh. “I’m sorry!”

You pat his back, “Now I have to go. See you later, Thoma.” He faces you with a smile. “See you, Yn.” As you headed to class, you were happy that you finally made a friend.

- i 🩷 thoma

- such a shame i have to ruin his life

- i think thomas the type to get get flustered easily so sorry if he’s ooc

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#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche smau #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact venti #genshin impact #genshin thoma #thoma #tartagalia genshin impact #genshin impact smau #genshin x reader #genshin impact wanderer #genshin impact thoma

[sansaorgana]

Modern college/sixth form/uni AU headcanons with reader and the green siblings, got me tHinKinG alllllll sorts...

I know they're all different ages but they'd all stick together when they could, right?? Well mostly, I reckon Aegon might have some weed buddies but I don't think he'd ignor the reader and his siblings. Anyways, I was wondering if you might write about how they would all act and what they'd do. Like, them buying the reader lunch because they're LOADED and the reader might not be able to afford it. Or how Aemond might join a chess club or debate team to be closer with the reader, or Aegon even joining some sort of like bug appreciation society thing that Helaena and the reader are a part of? How they'd go out of their way for them, stick up for them. I just thought this would be a cute idea and I feel like you're the person to go to with these modern AU's... :))))

hi!!! 💕 I'm glad you like my AU so much. I'm going to try to come up with more headcanons that take place in uni but please, keep in mind that I live in a country with a completely different education system than in the UK and in the US and it doesn't work the same way for me, so I can picture something inaccurately, for which I am sorry

• imo Aegon is a dropout. not even Viserys' money could keep him in uni when he wasn't attending classes at all, only partying and smoking weed. he would show up to his exams high as fuck and laugh stupidly in professor's face. so, yeah, his uni career wasn't long. 🤣

• Helaena taking Reader out between classes! like, when you two have this long gap between two classes, she would take you to a nice and fancy cafe nearby to drink coffee, gossip and study together. she would always pay, no matter how much you'd insist on paying for yourself.

• Aemond carrying your books (and even a bag/backpack/purse) around the campus!!! Gods, can he be even more adorable???

• In the summer and late spring, you study together with Aemond on the grass in a park nearby where los of students spend time at. You're supposed to study but you're too focused on cuddling instead. Helaena is next to you but she's too busy drawing bugs in her sketchbook. 🐞

• If you're dating Aegon, he would pick you up after classes in his expensive car. All the girls would be so jealous (it's cringe but I like to imagine this happening to me when I finish my classes xd).

• When you have problem with one of your classes, Aegon would be like "Want me to talk to that fucking professor?!"

• You'd wear matching outfits with Helaena! Like, one day she'd have a pink skirt and a green cardigan and you'd be wearing a green skirt and a pink cardigan. I think that's cute!

• Aemond might be coming to your lectures if they don't collide with his schedule. Just to sit next to you and listen because he doesn't mind learning new things, even if they don't interest him.

#lovely anons #sansaorgana: Answered #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #modernhotdau

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Cussing/Swearing Masterlist

A Blast From The Future - phillestatos

Summary:In which 2012!Dan has a dream about his and Phil’s 2015 versions and he just really wants to be like them.

Adrenaline - lovebuglester

Summary: Dan freaks out and runs out of the party because there are too many thoughts about too many compromising positions with his best friend.

A Flash Before The Line Gets Blurry - botanistlester

Summary: Dan gets dared to date Phil Lester, a guy from his school who only dates people for seven days before breaking up with them.

An Eventful Night - dxnhowell

Summary: Chris and Louise just wanted Dan to have a night of fun because Dan’s the kind of guy who doesn’t go out for fun, practically doesn’t even know what fun is. So Chris and Louise drag him out of the house, even if it involves sneaking into a bar, but they didn’t expect Dan’s night to turn so sour.

Anything For You, Baby - analester

Summary: dom!phil and twink!dan.

Babyboy - mairieuxes

Summary: (Prison!AU) In which Dan had been in a fight in prison(again) and Phil came to…remind him of his place.

Bad Boy Turned Good - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Bump In The Night - waverlysangels

Summary: Dan realises that maybe he’s not made for camping after all.

Buyin’ Happy From Shopping Carts - planningbyjulia

Summary: “Hey you called this number at like 3AM and we talked about some pretty heavy shit do you remember any of that?” au.

Exchanging Feelings (wattpad) - nickisbadstories

Summary: Phil is an exchange student and Dan happens to be his host brother.

Falling In Love With The Enemy - dxnhowell

Summary: punk!phil gets dared by Chris to ask rich!dan out. They hate each other and Phil doesn’t want to do the dare but he loves challenges. He only has two weeks until the deadline to make Dan fall in love with him.

Fragments of Stardusters - mairieuxes, athletichowell

Summary: In which they are boring-ass teachers with a boring-ass relationship. In which they are supposed to be history, but then it didn’t look like it.

Frustrated - phanficsinyourhair

Summary: Dan and Phil, both sexually frustrated after the tour, have sex.

how (not) to drive (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: when dan told phil he’d be taking a “driving test” for the video they were about to film, he was more confused than anything else. the confusion remained throughout the first two thirds of the video, but it soon turned into fear and then to pure happiness. and maybe a scraped knee.

I Can Feel You On My Lips All the Time - crescendohowell

Summary: A high school au in which Phil is shy and prefers keeping to himself.  But Dan bursts into his life with loud laughter, constant swearing, and promises that Phil’s not sure Dan’s prepared to keep. (songfic for Superficial Love by Ruth B)

Of Christmas Cuddles And Christmas Surprises (ao3) - Cumberswumbers

Summary: Dan doesn’t like early starts. He likes cuddles though.

Of Stages And Sketchbooks - cocktailaunt

Summary: High School AU: Dan is a confident, outgoing theater kid who has a crush on the mysterious, quiet art student that likes to wear leather jackets.

The Broken Pastel Boy (ao3) - angelicxlhxney (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan Howell is a Broken Pastel Boy. One day at a cafe, he meets Phil Lester, a punk. Dan has a dark past which is revealed as he meets his Ex. Phil brings Dan home to help him and one thing leads to another, which strikes to Dan's daddy kink and praise kink. They end up snuggling and other fluffy shit at the end.

The Swear Jar (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Phil teases Dan about his language during a gaming live stream and offers him a deal off camera. The sexual game proves to be a real challenge for Dan, who wants nothing more than to collect his unique reward.

Wicked Games - definitelythor

Summary: Dan won’t stop swearing, and Phil’s worried he’s going to mess up the radio show, so he comes up with a new motivator for Dan, who then turns the whole thing into a game that both of them refuse to lose.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #swearing #swearing masterlist

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Okay, so I've decided to do Fic Rec Fridays at the end of the month now that I've been keeping a fanfic reading log. Guys. I've read A LOT of fic this month. 😅 Okay so I think the best thing is to organize this by rating and then word count. Please note that this is a pure reading log so I'm just listing fic, author, and small "what it's about".

For August I Read:

397,333 Words

20 Fics

17 Authors

Rating G:

AU-gust Mashups by @ahufflepuffhobbit- Short BOTFA fix-it with an ill-timed confession. Let's face it, this is how we all wanted to see BOTFA end.

Love Makes You Blind by thorinsbeard- Small little oneshot where Bilbo thinks Thorin is blind and can't stop staring. It had me rolling when Thorin told Bilbo he's an underwear model.

Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities by @nocompromise-noregrets- Oneshot from Frodo's POV as famous food critic, Thorin Oakeshield, arrives as his uncle's restaurant. All the interactions between the characters were fun as well as seeing Bagginshield through Frodo's eyes.

Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah- Multi-chapter story with refugee Thorin struggling through English, but he meets Bilbo who accepts him as he is. Honestly, super fluffy fic with lots of family moments that I really wish there was a sequel, but accept it as is.

Rating T:

Drawn by thorinsbeard- Oneshot where Bilbo stumbles upon some NSFW versions of himself in another cafe patron's sketchbook (in an uncreepy way). Will hope and anticipate a smutty sequel.

Prize Enough for Me by StrivingArtist- Two-shot with Bilbo chasing after Azog after believing he killed Thorin to enact his revenge. I'm always here for some BAMF Bilbo.

When Darkness Shines Brightest by @lordoftherazzles- Multi-chapter Hades/Persephone take. The introspection of Thorin's character blows me away in this fic.

Rating M:

How to Beat Gold Sickness by Epoxide- Cute oneshot where Fili and Kili decide that announcing that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's child will shake the gold sickness. Now I just need the sequel where Bilbo says that it's actually true.

Dating Blind by badskippy- Jealous waiter Thorin does sabotages Bilbo's blind dates. This was just perfect, and yes, Thorin does make up for it.

Sparks & Gardens by @fantasyinallforms- Down on his luck Thorin manages to get the best deal of his life when he becomes gentleman Bilbo Baggins handyman. Look, regency is normally not my taste, but this fic does such a good job of just making that the setting and not necessarily the theme (if that makes sense).

The Kitchen Thief by @mordellestories- Multi-chapter Tolkien AU (?) where Thorin still has dwarven blood but can get by with appearing as a human baker in a time where anyone else is treated with discrimination. I will forever be laughing at Bilbo's "oh no, it's the nutty baker" comment.

Stranded by @tickles-ivory- Multi-chapter AU where Thorin and Bilbo live in separate universes but find each other. Honestly, super cute concept and execution with fun "slice of life" chapters at the end.

My Love's a Noble Madness by silverneko9lives0- Bilbo works at an insane asylum where Thorin is a patient who thinks he's in love with him. Okay, I have to say that the tags on this had me scared for A LONG time, but there's actually 0 non-con after Thorin gets medicated and you find out the fucked up situation they find themselves in the beginning is all Azog/Sauron/Melkor's fault.

Rating E:

Look At You by thorinsbeard- Bilbo uses the ring to sneak into Thorin's room, accidentally witnessing the dwarf king masturbating. This fic is so hot and honestly another that I would 100% read a sequel for.

Evening Interlude by paranoid_fridge- Bilbo and Thorin have an evening to themselves for bondage fun. Seriously though, if you're wanting a fic with some heavy bondage kinks, this is the perfect fic.

If You Lend a King a Hand by Cranbear- Bilbo assists Thorin out in the woods, and they have come to an understanding regarding future engagements. Look, I just know this fic is going to checkmark some kinks for me and dom!Bilbo is just an added bonus.

Through the mist (I find you) by @consultingpacha- Thorin has developed amnesia after the events of BOTFA, and Bilbo returns to discover this as well as the fact that he's engaged. Guilty smut and angsty feelios galore (though we are promised a happy ending)!

Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles- Thorin and Bilbo accidently got married in Bree after one drunken mistake and have now ended up as next door neighbors. This is the type of romcom shenanigans that I am 100% here for, featuring Roac tormenting Lobelia in this newest chapter!

Unrated:

the legend by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)- Bilbo thinks he's still banished and the Company thinks he's dead, and once this misunderstanding comes to light, Bilbo decides to travel with the returning caravan from Ered Luin. Bilbo probably dragged this out longer than necessary, but we're finally to the point where he reveals himself, and I need to know what happens next.

#sunny recs it #the hobbit #bagginshield #honestly i was a little shocked because this has been a bit of a busy month for me #no wonder i can never update on time...

[1000night]

When you are old

Warnings: body insecure, chubby female reader,  friends to lovers,  implied smut

First Meet

You first met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes through Natasha and Yelena, a pair of sisters who were your high school friends. After college, you would still meet regularly at the bar Steve and the two of them used to go to. Sitting at the bar, you watch with admiration as people come and go, hitting on your two best friends, until your friends return with two men behind them. After introducing yourself to each other, you look past the tall, handsome Bucky to Steve, who has his hands in his pockets and a bored look on his face. “I thought you were going to find someone else.” “Me? No, no one wants to dance with me.” At these words, you look around suspiciously and find that no one has noticed your side, while Steve orders a whiskey and sits down next to you “You know that if you sit next to me, no one will come and talk to you, right?” “I don't care, at least it's quiet around you.” “Is that a compliment?” Steve pauses for a moment and then touches his nose “Well, no, I wasn't talking about you... I'm sorry.” “Just a  joke. I don't want to dance with anyone.” You turn your head back to the other side of the dance floor, where your friends are happily partying with Bucky and the rest of the guys.

It's like you and Steve are two worlds apart.

Steve hesitates to call your name and draws your eyes back to him “It's not that you don't want to dance with someone else, right? We can go to the park, there are not many people there, you can... Don't worry about other people's eyes, just dance as much as you want.” You meet eyes, light blue pupils look straight at you, no contempt, no pity, only full of care and sincerity “Then... Will you go with me?” “Of course, leaving a lady alone in the park after dusk.” That night, in the starlit park, you were jumping around happily, while Steve was leaning on a bench, taking advantage of the moonlight and the dim streetlights to leave his mesmerizing figure in his sketchbook.

First Date

Since that night, you and Steve have been seeing each other alone, going to exhibitions and cat cafes together. Although Steve prefers the German Shepherd dog to the store dog, you secretly feel that the orange tiger-spotted cat that often stays next to the store dog is more like him. The relationship between Steve and you gradually becomes closer and you start to share things that are on your mind. Most of them are about your uneasiness about your appearance, and you will also give each other some encouragement and advice. “You know you have beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, I can't help but blush every time I'm being watched by you! You don't need to be a muscular man to attract the attention of women, I like you as you are.” “I've heard this argument a million times, but... I still want to gain muscle without becoming more exaggerated... At least as much as Bucky, right?” You ponder for a long time and suddenly think of someone “Hey, do you want to go to the gym with me?” So you brought Steve to your friend’s gym, Steve slowed down his pace to meet yours and he kept looking at you but didn’t say anything. “I’m nervous too, Stevie. But I could assure you that they are the best and kindest trainers I’ve ever known.” You tried to light the air, so you nudged his arms by yours. “And maybe you could meet your true love in this gym! You know… those slim or fit has beautiful color hair, and smell good’s women.” But his tight smile faded away instead, he frowned and looked like he was offended. “It’s not how I choose my true mate. And if I need to spend time to meet one, then you could be the one.” Your eyes widened but no words were out, then a beefy man walked toward you. “Hey, Teeny! What’s brought you here? Huh, your boyfriend?” “My friend, Steve.” The beefy man lifted you and gave you a bear hug, you squeaked when he spun you around. Your hands hold Steve’s support until you don’t feel dizzy, then you introduced Steve and the man to know each other. “Stevie, it’s my friend Ari.” Steve and Ari shook hands, Steve couldn’t stop to admire Ari’s muscles——

And the way he carries your girl so easily, you can’t do this with your own. You’re too weak.

Steve held Ari's hand out on his initiative, looking at the other man's sinewy and strong hand, Steve felt inferior but at the same time was aroused by the spirit of defeat. Ari took you to the parlor and after asking you about your needs, he gave you each a personal information form to fill out and went outside to make a phone call. “You and Ari... Are you and Ari close?” Steve can't help but lean over to you and exhale hot breath on the sensitive skin around your ears, and you can't help but crane your neck “Ari and I have known each other since middle school, and we have another friend who we call Princess, and she and Ari have been dating since middle school.” “Oh... Okay.” Steve was relieved and grinned uncontrollably “I noticed you've been eyeing Ari's muscles, don't worry, after his training, few people don't get results. At least I've hardly ever seen ......” You muttered to yourself.

And you’re not joking, after months, you and Steve noticed the change in your bodies. This is all thanks to Ari and your trainer, Carol. “No, you also need to thank yourself and Steve, hun. You two had encouraged each other and shared a bond, I would call that a sweet friendship…or more than that.” Saph neared you two and whispered into your ear “When will you ask him out? He’s a shy boy and I think it would be more…interesting if you ask him out, you know?” “Oh, come on Saph, you know we're just friends and he doesn’t see me like that.” Saph lifted her brows “Really? I…no, the people in this gym could see his heart's eyes when he looks at you and feels the…electricity between you two. Right, Princess?” Another woman nodded her head and kept working out. “See? And I bet even Andy and Ari noticed that too!” You shook your head after you dry laugh, and you started tugging at the corners of your clothes. “But… but why? how could he? Yeah I know I’ve lost weight and the curves of my body are slowly shaped to the right place. But Steve…Steve changed to more attractive! I mean look at his strong arms and, and the narrowed waist and the pair of long legs!! He is even taller than before!” You remember the day when you noticed he’s been taller than you started training, and you could see the other women in the gyms started eyeing him from time to time. You could see the green in your eyes when you see the reflection in the mirrors. And the blushing smile which Steve gave them fueled the fire.

But you should be glad for him, it’s supposed to do if you are friends, but you can’t against your heart.

How could you neglect those signs? When Steve always holds your hand when you finish the training. When Steve always walks you home after training and on weekend nights. When Steve somehow calls you ‘Chaton’ in public. When Steve became the motivation for you to get up every day.

However, the shadows of the past are still haunting you, they are screaming and hissing:

That's not possible, men are showing you affection to get closer to your beautiful friends.

Look at Natasha, look at Yelena, what is it about you that makes them notice you?

Steve maybe is that special and gentle, but how could it possible that a sweet man like him  would try to have a further relationship with you? 

What if you went wrong, again? Could you bear the consequence after the confession?

YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH FOR HIM

HE NEVER WANTS YOU

“...Hey, hello!” You felt someone grab your hands and called your name. Lifting your face from the corner overflowing with sadness, you notice those beautiful aquamarine eyes Steve is watching you with concern, and his long, slender fingers are gently and delicately caressing each of your knuckles. You realize that you are very, very close to each other, and your breaths are mingling, and December is finally calling winter, and the warm white air is reddening your cheeks. “Are you alright, Chaton?” You nodded and his long lashes blinked then hid his eyes from you. You can hear the material rubbing with the movement of the moment, and the next moment, his face is in front of you “Chaton, I have a question that I need to ask you.” “Ye…yeah, okay. What’s that?” He rested his forehead against yours and opened his eyes again. “Will you celebrate this Christmas with me…as my girlfriend?”

At this moment, only the two of you seem to be left in the wide world. Cotton is jammed in your chest, you want to respond to him, you should respond to him. But your mind is blank. Perhaps because you did not refuse or resist his actions, Steve boldly let go of your hands and touched your face gently instead. “How many loved your moments of glad grace…” he said It’s the poem when you shared the song that was translated into a Chinese Version. You smiled and responded “And loved your beauty with love false or true.” “But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.”

Steve kissed your forehead. “I want to be the man, Chaton. I know I am the man.” You started to feel a little wetness in the corners of your eyes “When you nodding by the fire and snuggle with me under the comfy blankets.” “When you read books and I sketch you, try to catch your beauty and grace then leave them on the paper.” “When the white roses bloom in the garden. When we enjoy a quiet afternoon in the courtyard.” Steve gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. “But the question is…do you want me to?” You have encountered many dark clouds in your life, and those shadows, though hidden from you, will still roar at you from unseen corners, mocking you and saying you are just a sidekick in other people's lives. Until Steve appeared, his smile was like the warm sun in winter, dispelling those shadows that had become nightmares Take his hand, listen to the old songs of the 40s, and began to dance.

On the night you deliver your body and soul to each other, you, as novices, embark on a slow and romantic passionate experience. In fact, all you remember about that night is 'Steve's really good strength' and 'being fully loved. And the next morning when you start to think about whether or not you took protective measures, Steve smiles softly and responds with something profound “Don’t worry. We had safe sex. A LOT OF safe sex.”

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Chapter Four

“How long are you going to make me stand like this?” 

“Claire, the life drawing models do this for an hour at a time, I think you can handle ten minutes.”

“At least they get paid for it, all I get is criticism.”

“Please, try to keep your feet in the same spot, the legs are really important.” 

She sighs and readjusts, planting her feet back onto the two X’s I’ve marked on the floor with masking tape, then stands still for a good five seconds before reaching up to touch her hair. 

I sigh with frustration. “Claire…”

“Sorry, I just feel like my hair looks weird.”

“It’s fine, please can you just…”

“I’m worried you aren’t going to make me look good.”

“It’s not about making you look good, it’s about capturing an accurate portrayal of human anatomy.” 

“Ugh.” She moves her arms back to roughly the correct position, but now her torso has kind of twisted out of position, so I take my gummy eraser and start rubbing out what I’ve already drawn. 

‘Why is this so hard?” I mutter under my breath as I bring the charcoal to the page again, drawing a fresh line for the curve of her spine. It seems like no matter what I do, I can never recreate the focus I have in Ida’s studio. I’ve tried drawing in my sketchbook on the bus, in cafes, while sitting on benches at the park, but my drawings always look off, I don’t feel sure about my talent like I used to. I’m not carrying an inspirational spark with me when I’m outside of the walls of my college and yet, tomorrow is Friday. The day that we all have to lay our sketchbooks out on the floor and critique each other for the work we’ve done during the week, so really I have to come up with something halfway good. I want Ida to be proud. I don’t want the cursed Dean Cullen to be mean, although he inevitably will. His default mode is nasty, but still, I can’t help but want to prove myself. To be good enough. To be the best.

“I’m not going to move, don’t worry…” Claire says. “But I just want to say that I’m getting very cold.”

“It won’t be long, I promise.” I plead.

“Don’t life drawing models also have heaters?”

“It’s not like you’re naked. Leggings and a vest are like, roughly the same thing as a heater.”

“Not at all. And it’s almost winter. Why don’t we at least have the radiators on?”

I shudder at the thought of the last electricity bill, the memory of opening up that little white envelope and feeling like I was going to have a heart attack and collapse onto the wooden floor. It was revealed then that Claire was leaving the heating on pretty much all day from the moment the temperature dipped below fourteen degrees, for the sake of being cosy. Her parents pay for everything, including her half of the utility bills, so really, nothing matters at all to her, and I know she doesn’t really understand why we have to suffer in the cold, or why I kept telling her to buy a hot water bottle instead of cranking on the radiators every time she goes to bed. If I didn’t keep remembering to switch it off our bills would be astronomical every month. I wish I could be the passive-aggressive housemate sometimes and put a padlock on the timer. 

I’m on the student support grant, which just about covers my rent and food. I don’t think she understands that some people have to think about money, that it doesn’t just endlessly flow into all of our accounts, or materialise from thin air whenever we want a new skirt from American Apparel. 

It frustrates me sometimes, the disparity between our finances. I’d never really thought about class, or where I stood in society before I moved away from home, but now it’s all around me all the time and utterly impossible to ignore, woven into my identity. I’ve never associated with the notion of being a working class person from a working class household but when I’m here it feels as though it’s the number one thing that defines me. It saturates everything, everyone’s accents and postcodes under scrutiny. Who’s dad can afford this and that, who has to work evenings and weekends to pay their way, who gets the grant, who doesn’t. I’d never before considered the fact that Claire got a thousand euro for her Confirmation and at my house, the year of the financial crash, we had plain pasta for dinner every day for three weeks, but now it seems as though this was something I should have always been aware of. 

Shane comes into the apartment without knocking, as usual at that very moment, and Claire immediately drops her pose to skip over and embrace him, as if they haven’t seen eachother in a month, instead of every single day. He has his own apartment in Clonskeagh, but is seemingly never there. He’s become our third housemate – the one who never pays rent. I groan and drop my willow charcoal back into my plastic pencil holder. Whatever is on the page now will just have to do. 

“You alright there, Evie?” Shane says over her shoulder, never letting me just have a tantrum in peace. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Just finishing up an assignment.”

“Seems to be going well, sure you look delighted.”

I stick my tongue out at him, and he ignores me. “Bit cold in here, isn’t it?” He comments, and Claire throws her hands up in agreement. “Thank you!” She says. “I’ve been trying to tell her that all evening.”

“She’s cold because she’s in a vest in leggings.”

“That you made me wear for your drawing.”

Shane smirks. “I’m not complaining about the vest and leggings anyway. Come on, just flick the heat on for a while.” He goes over to the thermostat and flips it on expertly, like a man who lives here. Which he doesn’t. He just sleeps here three to four nights a week. Then he comes over and sits beside me on the couch. I try to close my sketchbook before he can catch a glimpse, but it’s too late. He puts his big hand in the way to block me. 

“That’s good.” He says, pointing at the drawing I’ve just done. 

“Is that the one of me?” Claire says, coming over to perch on the arm of the sofa next to him. “Oh, it is good. You made me look very pretty.”

“Not hard to do.” Shane tells her with this dreadful, flirtatious look on his face and I have to suppress a disgusted shudder. 

“It’s fine.” I say begrudgingly. “But it’s not going to be good enough.”

“I think it’s great.” Claire reassures me. “What more could they be looking for?” 

“Perfection.”

Shane lifts the sketchbook out of my hands without asking and starts flipping through it. “So what, is your tutor like some kind of dragon, or?”

I sigh. “Ida is fine, she’s honest but she’s fair. There’s just this one guy.” I take the sketchbook back off him and try to close it in my lap, but he easily slips it away from me again and resumes his snooping. 

“A student, like?”

“Yeah. Dean Cullen. He’s always horrible about my work.”

“I wouldn’t care if some random man was making comments about my work. Sure he’s hardly going to give you grades, is he?”

“No.” I say. “But I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of criticising me.”

“I doubt he sees it like that.”

“Yeah, and do you know him, do you?”

“Obviously not but he probably just thinks he’s being constructive, like.”

“He said the legs on my piece were lazy last week.”

“‘Lazy’ isn’t very constructive.” Claire agrees. 

Shane turns another page thoughtfully. “Some lads just say what they think and they don’t care about how it comes out, though. He’s probably like that.” 

“He’s not.” I insist. 

“Sounds like he’s got under your skin.”

“He hasn’t.”

“Alright so.” A pause. “Is this me?” He holds up the sketchbook on a page of drawings of a man’s head in profile. They’re done in brown pencil. He’s got a short-back-and-sides haircut and a bump on the bridge of his nose where it was once smashed with the butt of a hurl and never quite set back the right way again. 

“Yes. That’s you.” 

He looks at it again, saying nothing for a few moments. Then: “Can I have it?”

“No, I need the sketchbook intact for my grade.”

“Well, can you put it online or something then?”

“Why would I do that?”

“So I can show it to people. Sure it looks exactly the same as me. I’d make it my profile picture and all.”

“Nobody wants to see my work online.” I say, going red.

“Oh they would!” Claire says. “Everyone is doing it now.”

“On Facebook?”

“No, Instagram.”

I pause. “What is that?”

She and Shane exchange a look as though I’m some old age pensioner who just had a ‘moment’, and I sigh with frustration. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is, apparently I’m technologically illiterate.”

Claire whips out her brand new iphone to show me the cute little app that looks like a polaroid camera, and then scrolls through her feed, which is just pictures and more pictures, no text posts, no statuses, just photos. “Everyone with an iphone has it now.” She explains. “You just take pictures and upload them. You can edit them in the app and everything, and you follow your friends so you can see what they post too.”

“And everyone is doing this?”

“Yeah, it’s the new Thing. And look.” She opens up a search bar and types in the word “Art”, and immediately the screen floods with images of paintings and drawings. “You can look at what other artists are doing too. I think you’d really like it.”

“Hm.” I say. “Maybe.”

“Hand me your phone.” 

I obey her, and she starts tapping away at it. I watch as she downloads the app, signs me up for it, and then she follows both her account and Shane’s, who I can see has exclusively posted photographs of himself on the football field. Not content I’d be especially interested in, but I can always unfollow him later. She lifts the sketchbook off the couch and carefully turns to the page with Shane’s head drawings, and snaps a picture. She applies some brightening filter to it and then uploads it, and there it is. My first post on Instagram. 

“Thank you.” I say. 

“Go through my follow list and see if there’s anyone else there you want on your feed.” She instructs me. “And like, find out who else in your drawing class has it. You can all compare your drawings and leave nice comments or whatever.”

“That kind of sounds like a good idea.” I admit. 

“Listen to the good feedback, not just what stinky Dean Cullen says.” She strokes my hair affectionately. “You’re so good at drawing, I’d hate it if someone made you think that you aren’t.”

“Thank you Claire. And Shane.” I say as I get up from the couch and start heading towards my room. 

“We’re going to watch a film, if you want in.” Claire offers, but I shake my head. 

“I think I’m going to keep drawing. I can do more studies of my own feet or something.”

“Okay, whatever you want.”

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[INTERVIEW] CeCi (November 2013)

-Return of the Queen- The queen on stage is back. Not as a girl, but as a musician, with music different from others, more mature thoughts and with the name IU who is in her 5th year since her debut.

There are only a few days left to your comeback with your third full-length album, Modern Times’. How do you feel? (The interview was held on 2 October 2013.)

IU: I was fine until yesterday, but I just came back from a meeting for KBS Sketchbook and it suddenly feels very real. I think it's because it's my favorite stage and I want to work harder on it.

Does your heart feel heavy or are you excited?

IU: My heart feels so heavy. I've been controlling my diet for a few days ahead of my comeback, but I kept eating because I was on a roll today. After going on a food tour of tteokbokki, stir-fried spicy pork and stir-fried kimchi, I met (Yoo) In-na unnie at a cafe and we had cake, mixed grains latte and sweet potato latte. I really eat a lot. Sigh, I still have a photoshoot tomorrow, so I'm carrying a lot of guilt on my back right now. Later, I'm going to go to the practice room to relieve my sweat and guilt. (Laughs) I think I'm going to get more nervous every minute from this moment.

I didn’t expect you to be the type to get nervous before your comeback.

IU: I don’t really get nervous usually. However, the choreography of the comeback song ‘The Red Shoes’ is strong and the difficulty level of acting with my expressions is high. There is also the pressure of having to do many things that I have never tried before. Also, until just a year ago, I’m not the kind to get fat easily, but recently, I suddenly started to gain weight, which does make me worry. Looking back, perhaps that period was a rare exception instead though. I was always chubby, but I lost a lot of weight during the two years of ‘Good Day’ and ‘YOU&I’. At that time, no matter how much I ate for supper or stuffed myself, I was losing weight and I was stressed out to hear people call me ‘pitiful’, ‘starved’, or ‘elementary school student’, but now that I'm gaining weight, I wonder what’s going on. (Laughs) I started working out early this year, and I think I'm returning to my normal condition because my body is healthy. I don't know if it's something to feel sad or happy about.

I was surprised to hear that you're on a diet. You have a slim figure. Is it because as an artist, you want to be in the best condition before your comeback?

IU: Thankfully, I still benefit from the image of ‘IU is skinny’. But I’ve put on about 5kg more. (Laughs) If you take away the happiness from eating, you lose happiness, you know. Honestly, if I didn’t gain weight on my face, I don't think I'll ever be on a diet. I'm the type to gain weight starting from my face, so it's hard.

The <Modern Times> teaser was a hot topic. I thought the words ‘sexy’, ‘chic’, and ‘intense’ were far from the previous image of IU.

IU: I kept laughing during the shoot too. (Interviewer: It was funny?) There was no time for me to feel awkward because I was trying something I had never done before. It felt like I was acting as a certain character. I guess I just laughed when I saw someone I didn’t recognise standing in the mirror looking back at me. I kept asking the staff, ‘Is this good? It’s good? kekeke’ and tried my best to do as I was told. Seeing the reactions of people afterwards, some people liked it and some people felt that it was unfamiliar and got flustered, saying it doesn't suit me. The gap between the reactions was actually quite interesting.

I realized from your changing image that IU's ‘coming-of-age ceremony’ has started. You've had a big transformation.

IU: This time, people in each department of the company tried out new things and experimented freely. If I wanted to give it the grand name of a ‘coming-of-age ceremony’, I would have put more effort into it. Every teaser released has a different mood to it. ‘If I throw in multiple things, one of them would make it, right? It doesn't matter if none of them do, since we're having fun and the music is good.’ That's what I thought, so there isn’t any deep significance to the teasers.

People tried to interpret the change. Like it was supposed to be some kind of secret code.

IU: That was a trick, too. I wanted to draw attention and end it with good music anyway. The performance actually isn't exactly unconventional. I'm just going to perform with as much fun as possible and while working as hard as I can.

When it comes to making a choice, you gain something and you lose something. There will be people who want to stick to the existing image of IU.

IU: I don’t enjoy transforming, but I wasn’t nervous about it either. When it was revealed, I thought everyone would be like, ‘What’s this~ hahaha’ I thought it would be fun for everyone. If someone started laughing first, I would have laughed along while saying, ‘Is it possible for me to be sexy~?" It’s a relief that I didn’t become a joke, but kind of a pity too. My fans all gather because they like IU, but they are individuals, so they have different opinions. The reason they like me and the way they look at me are all different. It's hard for me when I talk to my fans too. I can't satisfy everyone perfectly, because everyone has different preferences. I feel especially apologetic towards those who like the cuteness or slyness that I showed in ‘YOU&I’ to the extreme, but I feel that it's time for me to embrace people with different preferences. I think celebrities should also know how to change little by little or transform deeply to satisfy people with other preferences. My fans know. Even the ‘girly’ look I have on stage isn't my real self.

Since you are a musician and a celebrity after all, do you want to become a different character each time to express your songs to the best you can and expand your image by showing that you can perform different types of songs?

IU: That's right. That’s the ideal celebrity, right?

If you are afraid of taking on a challenge, it will be difficult to expand your world of music.

IU: When it comes to my outer appearance, it's entirely up to my company, so that’s how I’m shifting the blame. (Laughs)

That’s unexpected. I thought you would be passionately arguing your way when it comes to music.

IU: When we’re recording songs, my opinion becomes stronger. I totally can't stand songs that I don't like being put on my album. Yet when it comes to things like the visual concept, which is outside of the music itself, there’s nothing I know about it, so I follow my company’s opinion. So if the reactions about things other than the music is not good, it’s like my ego leaves my body and I can pretend not to be myself and laugh along with others while pointing fingers at myself. Since it wasn’t my choice. (Laughs)

Thanks to the fact that you can objectify yourself, your can maintain a healthy mental state. The idea of borrowing from Charlie Chaplin's movie ‘Modern Times’ was also interesting. It was made into a silent film in 1936, during the 10th anniversary of movies with sound, and it was a work that encompassed the present and the past. In that sense, working with musicians like Choi Baek-ho and Yang Hee-eun becomes meaningful.

IU: The theme that my company wanted to included in the album since early on was the integration of the past and the present generations. In my previous album [t/n: Last Fantasy], I worked with Kim Kwang-jin, Yoon Jong-shin, Yoon Sang, Kim Hyun-chul, Lee Juck and Jung Jae-hyung, who are musicians representative of the 1980s and 90s. I also liked the analog emotions of that time period. I was really happy when we decided to collaborate with Choi Baek-ho and Yang Hee-eun, whom I respect a lot, in this album. In this way, I can work with people I respect under the concept of generational harmony? Oh yeah! Our company is the best! (Laughs) It sounds grand, but generational integration is great. I don't know if I will be able to achieve that.

It must have been such a meaningful project for you to be able to work with Choi Baek-ho and Yang Hee-eun, whom you respect.

IU: I learned a lot from them. When I looked up to the sky as someone so much their junior, I would only be able to see under their chin. I haven't even seen their eyes, nose and mouth yet. But even seeing under their chin was amazing.

Specifically, what was amazing about it?

IU: Choi Baek-ho was very passionate. During the recording, he went, ‘I’m sorry. I'll do it again.’ From my point of view, how could it be even more perfect than what I was hearing? I was so touched every time that it made my jaw drop. ‘IU-ssi, I really like your songs.‘ (t/n: in formal tone) He treated me with respect and I was so humbled that I felt like I was flying. If he spoke informally, I would have been happy thinking that we got closer. But it was like he respected a little baby like me. Not only do I respect him as a senior singer, I also felt a sense of awe towards such a wonderful adult. Yang Hee-eun is also very charismatic. I only felt frustrated, thinking that I failed, during the whole 3 minutes while I listened to the completed song, ‘Daydream'. My voice sounds so pathetic after seonsaengnim (teacher)’s voice. I was so shocked that my heart was in tatters. I know that I can't sing better than that even if I record the song again. That's the level of my skill. The depth of the song itself when we sing is different.

It seems that you've learned a lot.

IU: After the recording session, I received a heartwarming text message from Yang Hee-eun-seonsaengnim, saying, ‘I wish I could have put more sincerity in my voice.’ Actually, I don't know what sincerity is yet. I try hard to sing the song so that the composer, the lyricist and I, myself, will like it, but I don't think that's sincerity (t/n: authenticity). If I can sing like seonsaengnim, I want to try and be enlightened in that aspect.

Is that an answer that can only be found after you reach seonsaengnim’s age?

IU: No matter how long it takes, if you can find that depth, it's definitely a huge success. It’s conceited of me to try and compare my voice with seonsaengnim’s voice right now, but the difference is beyond the sky and the ground. It’s as enormous as the difference between the faraway ozone layer and the underground core of the Earth.

There are so many seniors who praised you. In particular, I remember Insooni saying, ‘Little baby, what's inside you?’ Compliments can even make whales dance, right?

IU: Of course, I think she was trying to encourage her junior. It’s scary if she really meant it. I'm afraid I’ll get caught and my real skill level will show, so I'm very scared of the moment that she’ll be disappointed when she finds out. I want to quickly improve my skills before I get caught.

Just like how she is curious about you, I wonder what words you would use to describe yourself?

IU: I think I have a high level of concentration within a short span of time. However, my concentration passes like a jet ski, so I can't stay awesome for more than a minute. I guess I was born as a human customised to cram things (t/n: within a short timeframe). There are also many foods that make me go out of my mind. I have a lot of loopholes. Also, I'm constantly hard on myself because I don't trust myself. I actually don't know what kind of kid I am. I change 120 times a day. I wonder what my real self is and whether someone has true colours. I'm different in front of my mom, brother and my friend. Depending on the situation, although I live through all those moments as who I really am, they're not all the same.

You wrote your own self composition, ‘Bad Day’, as a follow-up to ‘Good Day’. I watched the concert video and it was good.

IU: It was a song I wrote in my 3rd grade of middle school. I forgot about it for awhile and when I was wondering whether there was anything new I could perform at my concert, I pulled it out again. It was a very lonely time for me because I was a trainee back then. When someone treated me warmly with kindness, I felt like I've been twisted into inferiority and became colder on my own. It's like that when people are being foolish.

It's a stormy adolescence that everyone goes through right?

IU: I’m still like that once in awhile nowadays though. I don't like myself, so I don’t like other people either. I see everything in the world in a twisted way and lose my motivation. I ride that roller coaster once in a while.

It's okay as long as you can step on the ground and go up on your own (t/n: succeed with your own abilities).

IU: That’s right. Fortunately, I think that's why when I write songs, my emotions get expressed.

Thanks to your rollercoaster-like emotions, the lyrics must be quite dynamic.

IU: I started writing in a diary because of my loneliness when I was in middle school and I was a trainee. I still write everyday. If I don't have it with me, I have to at least type down a line on my phone to feel at ease. I feel like the day disappears when I fall asleep without writing a diary entry. It's very funny when I look at my old diaries. I could see my past, times when I was really pathetic and pitiful and moments that I thought were lovely. It's secretive and interesting.

In the lyrics of 'Everyone has Secrets’, the line ‘the truth isn’t important to people' left an impression on me. I wondered if it was something I felt in the commotion such as when a rumor news site caught you this time watching a movie with a friend, actor Lee Hyun-woo.

IU: It is something that everyone can relate to. ‘Everyone has secrets. How much do you really know about me?’ That’s what the song is about. When I sing the lyrics now, I think I would make them more powerful. "Did he write the song because of this?" or "Did he write the song for that reason?" I’ll have a lot more stories and better focus. I have no reason to oppose the effect that the lyricist wanted.

The title of ‘Love of B’, with lyrics that you wrote, was also interesting. Anyone can be ‘B’ (t/n: the one who tries harder) in a relationship, but it's a sad thing to hear from a 21-year-old woman.

IU: The one who gives more love will feel that he/she is in the position of ‘B’. In a relationship, it's best to be equal without ‘A’ and ‘B’. Everyone can't always be ‘B’ or always be ‘A’. One year later, the positions could be reversed. You can't be ‘A’ in every relationship either. But if you think about it, I don't think it's a bad thing for ‘B’ either. Of course, loving more can make you feel unfair and upset, but you’re experiencing the maximum feelings of love. There is a happiness that you are filled with by giving love. ‘A’ can't receive as much happiness from receiving the love that ‘B’ gives. When my fans heard the title, they expected it to be a very sad ballad. But the lyrics turned out to be childish and delightful. Someone wrote in a one-line review of the teaser, ‘I thought I was going to be hit and end up crying, but the slap flew away.‘ (t/n: The reviewer thought he/she was going to receive a great impact from the sad song, but it turned out not to be a sad song at all.) It’s a coarse expression, but it was a witty expression that explained the gap between the title and the lyrics.

It’s already your 5th year anniversary since your debut. How have you grown as IU or as a woman, Lee Ji-eun?

IU: I have a slightly higher self-esteem now. But compared to the others, I still seem to be lacking. (Interviewer: Why would you say so?) No matter how much people may belittle me, it can’t be worse than me belittling myself. That’s one thing I’m certain about. You could call it a complex, but on the other hand, because of that, I don’t become conceited, so that’s a good thing, right? It’s paradoxical, but I like the way I am. There are many fools who don’t realize they are fools. Whenever I meet such people, I feel really frustrated. Even if I call them a fool, they don’t realize that they are one. Anyhow, I’m a fool who knows I’m one, so it’s fine. Of course, it’s best to not do foolish things even though I know I’m a fool, but I think this is good enough.

In these 5 years, you’ve realized who you are. Isn’t that splendid?

IU: Also, there are many people who have come to love that side of me. In the last few days, I’ve heard from about 10 people that ‘I’m glad I’m a fool who knows you’re a fool.’ (Laughs)

That sounds like something people very close to you would tell you.

IU: Of course, I won’t show everyone that I’m a fool, but I’m very open in front of people I’m close to. 'I'm a fool, so please be understanding. My friend, you're a fool just like me.' (Laughs) Once we both admit that we're fools, it's a lot easier. Those who don’t know they are fools have a hard time, as they are always afraid of being caught messing up.

Does that bother you?

IU: I’m always feeling anxious. Even when I’m doing interviews like this. I might have a completely different opinion tomorrow. Recently, instead of ‘Yeah, that’s right’, I’ve been replying with stuff like ‘Yeah, I think so.’ I used to see that as being silly. ‘I think my name is Lee Ji-eun.’ I mean, what else could it be? But that’s actually being wise. The next day I might suddenly think, as if I had switched bodies, ‘Come to think of it, I’m not such a fool after all.’ If I go this and that, it’s like this or like that and end it like that, I’ll have to live with the responsibility of what I said. So from now on, I’m going to live with open endings. (Laughs)

Behind the Scenes

21-year-old IU did her cover photoshoot for 6 hours over a span of two days and a 1 hr 4 min 4 sec interview. The last question of the interview was, if the phrase ‘IU-ly’ appeared in the dictionary, what kind of definition would it have? "Someone might see me as a fool, or as a vixen. Each pair of eyes sees me in a different way. It’s just that currently from this viewpoint, I think I’m a fool who has a lot on her mind. That’s the way I see myself." The way IU smiles after she carefully considers and gives her response is really pretty. Just like she says, there are really many fools in the world. It’s unusual to find intelligent fools who admit that they are fools. This is an engine that will continue to be loved by many for a long time. A decent child, a cool person. Without a doubt, such a person will continue to shine brightly for a long time no matter what she does.

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

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#IU #ceci #nov 2013 #magazine interview

[enigma-absolute]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

…This is gonna make a total of 15 but oh BOY

This was mentioned in a previous ask before but singing a whole cover of ‘Rainbow Connection’ I did with friends joining me on the last third of it. It makes it extra special and I want to post it on here, but I’d rather ask the friend who I’d made this for, with posting permissions first.

Honestly? My silly little neopixel lightsaber I’ve (unwisely, in my mother’s opinion) bought at a recent con. It lights up, it makes noises, I can change the blade colour bc of the light, it’s so far everything I’ve wanted in a cheeky laser sword prop.

On a related note, my silly little sword collection! A LARP foam sword, a wooden katana, and even a steel replica of Sting, also from that same con over a few years!

Fashion! Me from 10 years ago being on this hellsite for the first year would never believe it, but growing and defining my own sense of style and aesthetics over time has not only been fun, but I *feel* happier too. I know what I like and what I don’t, and I’m still learning!

The very fact that I was blessed to go to the uni I did. Sure, the culture is different there compared to of course, my old high school and bible college, but I loved what I studied (more rather than less!) and I’m still in touch with people I’m honoured to call friends. To think some of those cool people live near or in the same city as me!

Not to be simple, but, music! I’ve been getting back into some of my favourite songs and remixes from The Living Tombstone as one point, (Long Time Friends you angy catharsis tune), but also listening to playlists I’ve curated for OCs and Stories and even shared songs with me and my friends over on Spotify has been fun!

Travel!!!! I didn’t know how much I’ve missed travel until my Singapore trip earlier this year - I missed boarding planes, taking off and landing, I missed going out to places like malls and cafes and food and friends outside of my own country. I missed the new sights to see and the good vibes to encounter when you look in the right places. And having my first taste of independent sightseeing at the botanical gardens felt like something new was set in stone.

As of recent, RP has been somewhat active between me and a couple buddies on discord. To the Chrumblr RP gang and Star Wars discord RP server: I love you and I'm grateful you allow me to bring plorbo from my brain into Situations with the characters you play!!!

Painting!!! I haven't touched it in a bit since I've been busy with other things, but I adore, ADORE watercolour and gouache painting. It brings me joy to mix colours and use my palettes to bring characters and situations to life, and I even have a whole sketchbook from 2022-2023 dedicated to just paintings. Sketchy paintings, refined ones - the only goal was to PAINT.

The crochet sunflowers I bought last year! I've got a tiny potted one on my study's windowsill with a broken Miles Morales Spidey keychain, and a longer simpler one in a glass bottle in my bedroom. I really wanna get more crochet flowers, but they were from this one random stall that set itself up like, twice overall at uni last year. That being said, I adore them.

From the same con I got my lightsaber on, I got lucky to buy a print poster of A New Hope from Lucasfilms artist Mark Raats direct. I'm not kidding, and we even had a chat and I did a little 'handy-dandy-notebook' portrait of him in line, even getting to airdrop that to him! Best bit, the poster was $30 on INCREDIBLY archival paper. I just need to get a frame for it...

Just recently, I'd gotten a haircut for the dry ends and long, thick fringe; and can I say??? I love my hairdresser? She's a really sweet Japanese lady who came from just outside Osaka and she's out here in my city doing the best and she once cut my fringe to my standards SO quickly than other hairdressers - I was stunned! I'm deeply grateful to have her work on my hair, and I could not thank her enough.

This is a bit silly somewhat to me, but I love the brown messenger bag I'd bought for myself end of last year as a treat to myself for finishing honours. Did the side strap holders snap twice? Yes. Do I care? no. I love this thing, it feels so *right* for adventure and it brings me so much joy.

Something that makes me smile if I glance at it in my study is my shelf of books. Not sketchbooks, not notebooks that have been filled (though I am proud of that too!), just proper books. From comics to 'Tales from the Loop' and cabin architecture and treehouses, and recently a couple Star Wars visual dictionaries from Pablo Hidalgo... I'm gonna need more space soon. (Shoutout to the copy of Farenheit 451 that legit made me scream and kick my feet because BRADBURY.)

Honestly? Just… friends. Online, real life - if I think about you too hard, I’ll cry. I’m blessed to have met friends online In Real Life (looking at you Swift and uni mates!), and blessed to have mailed and wrote and created silly little things to share my love with ‘em. Good are the ones that stick with you. 💙 Get loved, nerds.

#enni answers #seeking-elsewhither #lilliesandlight #pma #long post

[indiekidsau]

Chap. 20-Audrey’s Dream

Next chapter is here! Like I said in the last chapter we are back to some wholesomeness.

I worked on this chapter pretty fast after the last one I worked on, which was surprising. Currently, I’m taking it easy as I work on the next chapter as A LOT is going on in my personal life.

BIG thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader! As well as another beta reader joining the mix @mun-auroralore.

Enjoy!

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Audrey loved to create and draw. It was a dream of hers ever since her father and Henry took her to the movies, that she wanted to be just like them, an animator.  Another thing that drove her to draw was when her father gifted her a comic book full of fantastical pages. Since her earliest youth, Audrey's room had been covered in sketchbooks, graphic novels, and art supplies.

One Friday night,  Audrey had been putting the finishing touches to a comic she’d been working on since the beginning of summer. She was excited to get the first five chapters done, and was ready to share it with her friends tomorrow morning. 

Audrey heard a knock as she turned to the door and yelled, “It’s open!” 

Joey opened the door and smiled seeing his little girl finishing up her own comic. “I see you're working hard!” he exclaimed.

“Yep! I’m just finishing the outline and then I’ll get to bed,” Audrey explained.

Joey chuckled and ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Don’t push yourself, alright?”

“I won’t.” Audrey went back to outlining as Joey got up and left his daughter alone to work. 

After almost an half an hour, the comic was done. 

“There!” Audrey exclaimed.

Audrey put the pages together and set them aside before grabbing her phone. She texted Vanessa and Lucas separately.

Hey! Meet me at the local cafe tomorrow morning at 8:30! Have a good night! See you tomorrow.

Once she was done, Audrey got herself ready for bed. Just before she drifted off, her phone beeped and she quickly checked on it to see if Lucas and Vanessa had responded.

You got it! See you there! read Vanessa’s message.

Sure! Have a good night! read Lucas’s message,

Audrey smiled as she sent her friends a reply, wishing them good night before putting her phone to the side and getting some sleep.

The  following morning was chaotic for Vanessa. She woke up late and had to rush so she could meet with Audrey at the cafe. 

However, she wasn’t the only one who was running late, as Lucas was having the same issue.

The two were running so hastily that they didn’t notice they were running the opposite of each other. Lucas tried to stop, but it was too late as the two slammed into each other, causing them to fall.

The two let out a groan as Vanessa rubbed her head in pain. 

“Watch where you're going, idiot!” Vanessa yelled. 

She regretted her decision seeing she bumped into Lucas. “Oh Lucas, sorry!” She reached her hand to help him up. 

“Gah!” Lucas shouted as he slowly stood up as he held his head with his hand. “Vanessa! You should watch where you're going!”

“I said sorry!” Vanessa shouted back. “Besides, what are you doing here?”

“Audrey invited me here,” Lucas replied. His eyes widened in realization as he let out a groan. “Don’t tell me she invited both of us here.”

“Wow, you are a smart one, aren’t ya Lucas?” 

Vanessa and Lucas turned around to see Audrey had arrived. 

“Besides, you're both my friends so why not invite both of you along?” Audrey added.

Lucas and Vanessa looked at each other before deciding to go along with the day. 

“Alright. Morning, Audrey,” Lucas said.

“Morning!” Audrey beamed as she pulled her two friends into a hug. 

Lucas slightly blushed and Vanessa smiled as she hugged her friend back. 

“Well let’s go in! I have something to show you three!”Audrey said.

 The three walked inside the cafe, ordered their drinks, and found a place to sit.

Once the drinks were ready, Lucas grabbed his and the girls' before heading back to the table. “Alright, I got a vanilla iced latte with no whipped cream for Vanessa,” Lucas said as he gave Vanessa her drink, “I got a hot caramel coffee for Audrey and I got my iced caramel coffee.” Lucas sighed and sat down after announcing the drinks.

“Thank you Lucas,” Vanessa replied, taking a sip of her drink. “So Audrey, why did you call us here?”

Audrey smiled as she went to her backpack and took out her comic she was working on. “So before I met you two I’ve been working on my passion project. It’s not done yet but I figured I'll show you guys the first 5 chapters of it,” Audrey explained. 

With a smile, she lifted the cover of her comic that featured an anthropomorphic wolf and cat. The cat was cream in color with a grayish pink spot on her right eye while the wolf was white and purple,  welding a flaming sword. The two looked to be exploring a dark, spooky forest.

“It’s called Fireprint, it’s this fantasy story I’ve had in my head for a few years and since last summer I’ve finally got around writing it,” Audrey said.

“What’s it about?” Lucas asked, sipping his coffee.

“It's about a princess named Rosalie who becomes a knight to save her kingdom from an evil king and queen. She has to team up with a high ranking knight from her kingdom named Tyrian who takes no shit from anyone,” Audrey explained.

Lucas chuckled in excitement. “That sounds amazing! Anything else?” he asked.

“Well nothing really. I only got the first five chapters done, but that’s why I called you two here.” Audrey explained. She went to her backpack and took out two copies of her comic and held them out to Vanessa and Lucas. 

The two took their respective copies and Vanessa looked at Audrey in shock. “How were you able to draw this fast?” Vanessa asked.

Audrey giggled. “I didn’t draw the same thing three times, I used the copy machine back home,” she explained.

“O-Oh,” Vanessa replied, blushing in embarrassment.

Lucas snickered over Vanessa’s embarrassing claim, but stopped seeing Vanessa and Audrey glaring at him. He cleared his throat and asked, “So we can read this?”

Audrey nodded. “Yep, I’m giving you guys till next Saturday to read the comic and we’ll meet back here to discuss it,” she explained.

Vanessa and Lucas looked at each other before looking back at their friend. “Alright,” they both said.

“Perfect!” Audrey exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

The trio enjoyed their coffee and talked before leaving to enjoy the rest of their weekend.

However, something bothered Vanessa while she took a sip of her coffee.

Once back at home, Lucas was enjoying the comic. It made him feel young again as he read the adventures of Rosalie and Tyrian.

Meanwhile, Vanessa wasn’t reading the comic, but instead reading a novel. At times she’d look up from her book as she stared at Audrey’s comic sitting beside her before going back to her novel. Vanessa looked up at the comic one more time and sighed as she bookmarked and closed her book.

“It wouldn’t hurt to just skim through it,” she said to herself. 

Vanessa got out of bed and walked over to her desk as she picked up the comic. Hesitant, she turned to the first page and her eyes shined at how gorgeous her best friend’s artwork was.

The first page featured the setting of the story; the Kingdom of Prismiranda.

Vanessa giggled as she skimmed through the book seeing how Audrey designs from the setting to the characters.

“Vanessa!” a voice shouted.

Vanessa gasped as she dropped the book. She looked around her house wondering who made that voice.

“What are you doing?” the voice asked.

“N-Nothing, Mother!” Vanessa yelled in reply as she went back to bed and continued reading her novel.

But Vanessa didn't live with anyone but herself. She lived completely alone. Her mother wasn’t around, but Vanessa had thought her mom was scolding her like she was a little kid.

Monday finally rolled around. 

Audrey came in and unlocked the door to her classroom. Once inside, she put her stuff down and she heard a knock on her door. 

“Come in,” she called out.

The door opened and Lucas walked in smiling. “Morning, Audrey.”

Audrey giggled. “Morning, Lucas. You seem to be chipper today!” she exclaimed.

Lucas chuckled as he pulled up a chair and sat in front of Audrey’s desk. “Well, that’s because I couldn’t put your comic down!” he exclaimed. “Everything was amazing! From the characters, to the story! You've gotta tell me more!”

Audrey smiled hearing the compliments she got for her comic. The nervousness from before washed away like a tidal wave.

Vanessa walked into the school and passed by Audrey’s classroom, seeing her and Lucas talking, laughing about the comic. With a gulp, she kept on walking hoping to pass by her friends unnoticed.

Audrey saw Vanessa passing by. “Morning Vanessa!” she beamed.

“Fuck!” Vanessa cursed to herself. With a smile she turned and faced her friends. “Morning Audrey, Lucas. How are you today?” 

“Great!” Audrey replied. “Lucas was telling me that he enjoyed my comic.”

“O-Oh. That’s great.” Vanessa glanced at Lucas. She forgot her ex was such a bookworm and enjoyed any kind of book known to man.

“What about you?” Audrey asked.

Vanessa looked at her friend as she snapped out of her thoughts.

“What did you think of it?”

Vanessa bit her lip. She decided whether to lie about reading it or telling the truth. “Well. I didn’t finish it, but it looks great,” she lied, forcing a smile. Though it wasn’t really a lie as she did skim through a few pages.

Audrey smiled. “That’s great! I’m so glad you loved it!” she exclaimed, hugging her best friend.

Vanessa chuckled nervously. She hoped and begged that Audrey wasn’t gonna ask her what her favorite part was.

Lucas took notice of Vanessa’s expression and recognized that she was lying. He sighed.

“And don’t worry if you haven’t finished it. Reading and enjoying it is enough,” Audrey explained. “Remember, you have until Saturday.”

“R-Right,” Vanessa replied.

“Hey Audrey. Vanessa and I need to talk for a bit,” Lucas said as he took Vanessa by the hand.

“Oh, okay. See you guys at lunch?” Audrey asked.

Lucas nodded. He then took Vanessa to his classroom and closed the door and locked it. He looked back and sighed seeing Audrey was doing her own thing now. 

“Alright, tell me the truth, Vanessa,” he said.

Vanessa sighed. “Alright, I didn’t read it. I skimmed through it, but stopped,” she revealed.

“Why?” Lucas asked.

“My mother,” Vanessa answered.

Lucas’s eyes widened as he hadn’t heard Vanessa speak about her mother since the funeral. “Vanessa. Your mother died six years ago. Why do you still mention her if she’s not here?” he asked.

“I feel like she’s still there. Still telling me what to do and what not to do,” Vanessa explained. “I feel like I hear her.”

Lucas was about to reach and hug Vanessa, but he stopped, remembering the past. 

When Vanessa was like this she’d expect a hug from him to keep her sane and to stop her from venting. 

Lucas shook his head. He wasn’t going to hug her, but held her hand.

Vanessa’s eyes widened as she turned to see Lucas holding her hand.

“Van, remember what we talked about when your mother passed?” Lucas asked.

Vanessa went through her head before nodding in reply.

“Your mother has no control over you,” Lucas stated. “You don’t have to be scared to do what you want to do. I won’t say it again.”

Vanessa went quiet, but just as she was about to repeat the question something inside her made her close her mouth and nod. “Alright,” she whispered.

Lucas let go of Vanessa's hand and gave her a small smile. “I wish you luck Vanessa. I know you can do this,” he said before leaving her classroom. 

Once back at his classroom Lucas looked at his hand that held Vanessa’s which made him question what was that just now.

“Do I… still have feelings for her?” Lucas asked himself. 

He quickly shook it off as he heard students coming in ready to start a new week of school.

During study hall, the class couldn’t concentrate on their work as they saw Lucas reading Audrey’s comic.

Being the comic book collector he is, Kel was curious. 

“What’s Mr. Prince reading?” Kel asked, whispering.

“I don’t know,” Hat Kid replied, whispering as well. “Are you interested or something?”

“Hey when I see a comic I haven’t seen before I need to know!” Kel whispered. 

Mu sighed and turned to her friends joining the conversation. “Are you saying we should sneak into class and take a look at ourselves?” she asked.

Kel smiled. “That would be a good idea.”

“Or,” Elizabeth spoke up, tired of the conversation and decided to join, “you can just ask him. He’s just right there.” She pointed at her teacher.

Kel, Hat Kid, and Mu looked at their teacher before looking at each other. 

“But wouldn’t that ruin the fun?” Hat Kid asked.

“Yeah, it’s way more interesting to sneak in class and see what he’s reading,” Mu added.

Elizabeth frowned and turned away from the trio. She then looked up at her teacher and saw the biggest, goofiest smile on his face.

“Hey Mr. Prince! What are you reading?” she asked, raising her hand.

Lucas snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see the class, staring at him. “Uh… a magazine,” he answered.

“You sure it’s not a comic book?” Kel asked.

Lucas chuckled nervously. “W-what makes you think that?” he asked.

“The cover!” Kel answered pointing at the book.

Lucas turned to look at the cover and sighed. However, he wasn't defeated yet. “Alright yes it’s a comic, but I’m not telling you what it is,” he mocked as a smirk formed in his face.

The class groaned in disappointment as Lucas still kept the smirk on his face.

Kel and Hat Kid went to the front of Lucas’s desk and both had puppy dog eyes and begging for a chance to look.

“Come on! Please tell us!” Kel begged.

“Please! Let us read it!” Hat Kid begged as well.

Lucas sighed. “Alright, I’ll ask my friend this weekend if I can lend you guys a copy to read.”

“Yes!” Kel and Hat Kid cheered as they ran back to their seats.

Elizabeth and Mu looked at each other and sighed before going back to their work.

After school, Vanessa went back home and quickly picked up the comic. She took a deep breath and turned to the first page, lied down in bed, and started to read. 

As she read she smiled as she enjoyed the story. There were points where she laughed at Rosalie’s antics as the character almost reminded her of… well, her.

However, she felt sad seeing Rosalie’s kingdom destroyed, having to travel with Tyrian to find some ancient hero to save the kingdom. Though once it was just Rosalie and Tyrian she smiled seeing how they were able to work together and get along despite the situation at hand.

Vanessa sighed as she got to the end of the comic and almost cried as Tyrian got his arm cut off when battling against the villain, and trying to protect Rosalie.

Once done reading, Vanessa was ready to read the comic again. However, she decided to wait until the next day as she couldn’t grasp the fact Tyrian got hurt.

“DAMN IT AUDREY! WHY!” Vanessa screamed.

The week went by fast until it was finally Saturday. 

Audrey made it earlier than usual and waited for her friends to show up. It took a few minutes, but Audrey saw Vanessa and Lucas running late again.

Seeing her two friends about to run into each other, Audrey stepped back as she watched her two friends slam into each other again.

“Ah. Ow.” Lucas groaned, rubbing his head as a bruise started to form. “Watch it next time, Van!”

“Sorry!” Vanessa yelled back, rubbing her head as well.

“Morning, you two!” Audrey beamed.

“Morning, Audrey,” Lucas groaned.

“Ready to walk in?” Audrey asked.

“G-give us a second first.” Lucas waited for the throbbing in his head to settle down. Once the pain eased down he was ready to walk inside the cafe with Vanessa and Audrey. “Ready.”

Audrey smiled and walked inside the cafe with her friends. They got their usual drinks and sat down ready to discuss the comic.

“So it’s been a week since we last sat down and I wanted to know your thoughts on the first five chapters?” Audrey asked with a smile

“Amazing!” Lucas and Vanessa beamed at the same time.

The two froze and looked at each other with a small smile.

“In all honesty I never read a comic before and it was the best!” Vanessa beamed. “I never realized I could relate to Rosalie.”

“Okay, two things: one, you and I have to run to the bookstore after this because I can recommend some great series!” Audrey explained.

“That would be great!” Vanessa replied.

“Second, now that I can see it,” Audrey continued as she used her fingers to look like she’s taking a photo shoot of Vanessa, “you do give off princess vibes.”

Vanessa blushed at the compliment as she slowly drank her coffee.

“Technically, she was a princess,” Lucas replied after taking a sip of his coffee.

“You mean your princess?” Audrey asked.

Lucas almost spat out his coffee as Audrey chuckled seeing her best friend’s reaction.

Vanessa was blushing harder now as her face was fully red as a tomato at this point. She couldn’t even hold her coffee without her hands shaking.

“Audrey!” Lucas snapped.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just joking around,” Audrey replied.

Lucas glared as he started to blush as well. He turned to see Vanessa, still blushing and trying to drink her coffee. “Well, if you want to hear what I think. It’s great! I love the characters and story you got going,” he explained.

Vanessa felt relieved hearing Lucas’s thoughts that the blush on her face faded away and she was able to drink her coffee normally.

“Though can I make one small request?” Lucas asked.

“What’s that?” Audrey asked.

“Think you can make a few more copies for my class? Kel and Hat have been bugging me non stop to read it, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it,” Lucas explained.

“Sure,” Audrey replied. “I actually wanted to wait till you two read it before giving more sample copies to the kids.”

“Really? Why?” Vanessa asked.

Audrey took a sip of her coffee before answering. “Well, because you guys are my two closest friends. I figured giving you two the honor to read my comic.”

“And I- ” Vanessa paused. “I mean, we thank you for that.”

Lucas smiled. “Yes, thanks Audrey. We’ll be supporting you all the way.”

Audrey felt like crying at this point. She loved her best friends so much that she wanted to hug them. Heck, this is why she let them read the comic first before anyone else.

“Thank you guys. You two are the best,” Audrey replied.

Vanessa and Lucas smiled and went to enjoy their coffee.

“Oh. I forgot to mention something!” Vanessa exclaimed.

“What is it?” Audrey asked.

“Why did you have to end the chapter with Tyrian’s arm chopped off?!” Vanessa cried.

“I thought that would be a good way to end off,” Audrey answered, smugly. 

“Is he going to be okay? Is he gonna live?”

“Van. Relax,” Audrey said. “I’m working on chapter 6 right now.”

Vanessa sighed. “May I see it?”

“It’s at home so you’ll have to wait till I finish chapters 6 through 10 to know what happens,” Audrey replied.

Vanessa sighed as she puffed her cheeks like a chipmunk. 

Lucas and Audrey both chuckled at her appearance, which made Vanessa loosen her smile, joining in on the laugh as well. 

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. This was a brand new chapter for Vanessa. And she was happy about it.

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Can I have a match up for BSD, JJK, and AOT (preferably adult characters of any gender. Im a leo sun, Aries rising, and cancer moon. I’m an INFP and a certified good girl lmao. What I mean by that is I’m very sweet and kind and I don’t like to get into trouble. However, I do having a kind of teasing side and I can get really loud and funny. Outwardly, I’m delicate and gentle but, like a reverse sour patch kid, I get cheeky and will tease you. I’m smart and am very good at art and most generally subject within the arts. I’m good with kids and kind of need constant attention or I’ll get sad. I yearn for princess treatment and am very generous with my patience and love. I am really good at understanding others and am great at listening to them and making them feel heard. I love people and prefer to be around people but sometimes, when I’m very sad- which happens often- I turn into a recluse so I need help coming out of my cave. I want to be held and touched constantly. I don’t know if I’d admit this out loud but I kind of like aggress people, like I obviously need treated gently, but I don’t mind being shook around and I really like being teased idk why. I also need someone who might make the for at move but that isn’t always a requirement. I can be painfully shy or dense about love. I ADORE cute things so much like a whole lot. I love the color pink and sweets. Sanrio and other brands like that are a gift from god. My fave Sanrio is Usahana. She’s so cute and I also like Hongyudon. My fave ice cream is cheesecake flavored. I love making cheese trays or charcuterie boards for my friends bc I just like feeding people. My fave animals are rabbits, bats, ferrets, and jellyfish. Btw the way I’m very neurodivergent liek I’m AUT/ADHD. I like watching stimboard videos, horror, anime, stage plays, sketchbook tours, and unfortunately I really love loud, random humor I’m so sorry.

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

If you’re looking for someone to tease you, Dazai is the perfect person for you. He’s just the right balance of teasing and genuine. He can also take teasing so there’s an almost constant stream of banter between the two of you.

Really good with treating you the way you want to be treated. Sometimes he might need you to tell him what annoys you but he won’t infantilize you or treat you like you’re dumb.

He’s also really good with physical affection, always picking up on when you want a hug or want to hold his hand. He likes the contact as well.

Knows all the best cafes around where you can get sweets and cheesecake ice cream. Chances are high he’s also got some of your favourite snacks stashed away for emergencies.

Thinks you’re intriguing for liking such different things as cute stuff and horror movies but that only makes him more interested in you as a person.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

If there’s anyone who could rival Dazai in terms of teasing, Gojo is the one. He’s a bit more ruthless in his teasing than Dazai but still has his moments of sincerity.

Much like Dazai, Gojo won’t treat you as if you’re dumb or a child. He knows better than anyone the intelligence and sass you hold and he loves that about you.

I see Gojo as someone who has a sweet tooth as well so he’d love to go on food dates where you try out a bunch of places neither of you have been to. He’s certainly got the money to spend.

Would love making charcuterie boards with you. He’s got a good eye for placement and putting things together for the best combinations so it’s always a good time. Plus you get to eat all of the amazing food after, so it’s a win-win.

You are united in your dislike of Toji Fushiguro. Gojo thinks it’s destiny that you hate the same person and will use it as a reason as to why the universe brought you two together.

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

Hange is probably the least teasing person on this list. But that certainly doesn’t mean she won’t tease you when she feels like it.

I don’t think she’s capable of talking to anyone as if they’re dumb. She just assumes people will know what she’s talking about, even if she’s using the most complex scientific terms.

In a modern au, Hange would absolutely be into watching stimboard videos. That is so up her alley, it isn’t funny. She’ll ask for recommendations occasionally and gets to know your preferences so she can recommend videos for you to watch as well.

Amazing with giving you attention and physical affection. She loves receiving both of those as well so if you return the favourite it’s a win-win.

Would love going to zoos and aquariums with you. Hange’s definitely an animal lover so the fact that you like so many different animals as well is great. She’ll be spouting off facts the entire time though, so be prepared.

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