Tried drawing Miguel today. Feeling very normal about him. Not delusional at all in fact! And he isnât my lock screen and I donât have a fic of him tucked away for later on my browser either. So really thereâs no need to ask đ
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Summary: Your good friend Harry Styles might just be the hottest, most gentleman-liest guy youâve ever laid eyes on, so it really is a shame that youâre not his type. featuring lotsss of pining, insecurities on both sides and a hefty crying sesh (itâs all a bit pathetic and cheesy reallyđ)
Pairing: uni-student!y/n + uni-student!harry
Word Count: 6.2k
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âYouâre beautiful, yâknow that?â
He was impossibly close, nose mere inches away from hers, and held this expression that could easily make her cry if only she looked at it long enough. Y/N couldnât handle the pressure of the moment, his intense eyes on hers. It was something out of a romance movie.
And she was left so speechless that all she could say to him was: âuh, t-thanks. Thanks. You too.â It wasnât like she disagreed with him, but the sheer intensity, the closeness with which he delivered his compliment made her weak at the knees.
He smiled at her like heâd known she would cower away and brushed some stray hairs away from her eyes. âJames doesnât deserve you. You know that, right?â
In full transparency, Y/N had forgotten all about James. Sheâd forgotten the reason for her tears the moment Harry had shown up at her flat to give her that long hug sheâd been needing.
The only reason James had stumbled into her life at all was Harry anyway. Call it a distraction, a means to numb the jealousy she felt whenever she saw Harry out with another girl.
âI get it, though. I shouldâve known heâd be that way, people warned me before going out with him. That he only takes out cheerleaders. Shouldâve known he did it for a laugh.â
Harry was similar to James in that regardâ he had a type and everyone knew it. Y/N didnât fall under his category of âgirls to dateâ. She often wondered why she always went for guys who would never even look in her directionâ a bit of self hatred, maybe. A will to punish herself.
âHey, stop that. Youâre beautiful. Donât find excuses for his behavior.â
âIâm not, I just⊠I shouldâve seen it coming, is all.â
âNo, what weâre not going to do is blame ourselves for other peopleâs mistakes. James fucked up. He did. And thatâs it. You move on, you come back stronger and show him he didnât leave even a tiny scratch.â
âYouâre right. Of course.â
He smiled, âdo you feel better?â
âA bit,â Y/N nodded with a sturdy exhale, âthanks for being there for me always. I really appreciate it.â
âWhat are best friend for, ey?â
It never felt less unnerving to hear those words coming out of his mouth. And really, she knew that realistically they were nothing more, but sometimes, especially late at night when no one was around and all of her uni stress had been shoved into a closet for the day, Y/N let herself believe it was real. That he liked her back. She needed to get a grip and open her eyes to the cold harsh truth; that a friend was all she would ever be in his eyes.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and averted her eyes towards her interlinked fingers. âYeah.â
âYou okay?â
Y/N had long mastered the art of feigning a smile, so it came easily for her to flash her teeth at Harry in this moment.
âCourse. Letâs make some dinner, Iâm hungry.â
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âHey, itâs Y/N right?â
Y/N had seen this girl around before. She remembered because every time she would pass by on campus, Y/N had to admire her beauty; how her makeup always seemed effortless and her clothes complimented her perfect figure in just the right way, how her hair was always in a wave that Y/N could never perfectly recreate and her walk never droopy or tired, perfected by an angelic touch.
Y/N didnât know this girl, but sheâd always wanted to be like her.
âYeah, hi.â Despite the inherent intimidation, Y/N smiled at her, âcan I help you?â
Y/N felt ugly standing in front of her. Sheâd had to rush out of bed this morning for her analysis class, forgotten mascara and her staple lip balm. She looked monstrously unwell.
âMy nameâs Iris, I was wondering⊠god, this is a bit embarrassing, but youâre good friends with Harry, right?â
Y/N saw where this was going off of the jump. It happened way too often for her not to.
And her heart broke just a little more then, because so far, itâd been random girls she knew stood no chance with Harry. But Iris was just perfectly crafted for him, cookie cutter pretty and impressively confident. She had everything Y/N was still hastily working on.
âUh, yeah.â
âI was wondering if you could give him my number? I saw him at the party last night and we chatted for a bit, but I forgot to write it down for him.â
Y/N had been at that party too, she just didnât see that. Harry had barely even left her side. Mustâve been when sheâd gone to the bathroom.
âOh, sure.â
âGreat! Thank you so much.â
Iris handed her a little post it with her digits written along with a lovely note about having had a fun time.
Y/N walked to her 8am analysis class with a crucial feeling of hatred for the world and everything in it bubbling in her chest.
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âHi, babe.â Harry pressed a kiss to Y/Nâs cheek like it was normal before finding his reserved seat next to her, surprising both her and their friends. If Kacy was all too shocked, though, she didnât show it, simply widening her grin in response to Harryâs presence. âHi, guys.â
âYou finally showed up!â Kacy exclaimed, drawing the attention on him with her loud voice. Harry was so busy that he could be hard to track down, which made him an easy target for the occasional jab. In all fairness, heâd seen Y/N almost every day, just not his other friendsâ and in full honesty, that was enough for him.
âYeah, sorry, finals week.â
âY/N found the time,â Sebastian chimed in, tone laced with a tinge of earnestness, although Y/N and Harry could tell he was only teasing.
Harry retorted fairly quickly, âcause she has no other social life.â
At Harryâs words Y/N turned her head at him, mouth dropping open in genuine offense. She couldnât do anything other than laugh, but really she shouldâve hit him for saying that. âSo youâre a whore and a backstabber!â
Harry cackled, that beautiful laugh escaping his mouth and blessing her ears, pulling her into his side and hugging around her frame. âIâm only joking!â
âWhatever. Iâm not speaking to you the rest of the night.â
âSure. You try that and weâll see how that works out for you, babe.â
Everyone but them saw what their future could look like if they both stopped being stubborn and admitted their feelings for one another. Even sitting here, Kacy could see the way Y/Nâs lips molded into a smile at Harryâs touch and the way he beamed whenever she played into his antics. Their bond was effortless in the way many couples wished theirs to beâ it looked so easy for them to mesh together. Their friends knew they could be happy together and it frustrated them to see no progress being done.
By the end of the night, Y/N and Harry were blubbering drunk messes leaving the bar together. Y/N had taken it upon herself to call the uber back to his for the night.
âGod, that was sooo fun,â Harry slurred out, âshame theyâre closing soon.â
âYou should come more often, we do this every week!â
Both Y/N and Harry were all smiles, looking at each other with excitement radiating from their bodies. Itâd been long since they really let go.
âIâm so happy youâre here with me, you know that?â
Her heart rate plummeted.
Sometimes Harry said things drunk that wouldnât pass as ânormalâ when sober. He was close, grinning at her like a puppy in love and spoke with such confidence that Y/N was sure he couldnât have not meant it.
âIâm happy youâre here, too, H.â
âNo, like seriously though. Youâre the best person I know.â
Heat rushed to Y/Nâs cheeks. He was really testing her waters here.
âOi, shut it. What do you want from me? Whyâre you buttering me up?â
Harry shrugged, ânothinâ. You really are. Just accept the compliment.â
âFine,â Y/N smiled in a bashful manner, âthank you.â
âYouâre very welcome.â
Y/N stared at her boots, grinning to herself. Comfortable silence went on for a few short minutes, just the sound of the wind wafting by and quiet, calm breathing. Occasionally a car they looked up to to check it wasnât their ride.
It was such a nice atmosphere.
Y/N was sure nothing could ruin this night for her. She was so happy, so careless in the way uni had long prohibited her from being. She wanted to exist in her little snug bubble forever, a place to hide from the real world with the person she admired most. Sheâd sacrifice anything if she could keep this feeling for a bit longer.
And then, as if god disagreed with Y/Nâs pursuit of happiness, a needle set out to burst her bubble.
That needle was Harry, and outside of the bubble, it was cold.
âCan I kiss you?â
The ground beneath her shattered at his words.
Was he⊠serious?
Because this was her dream. If heâd been serious, then her dreams came true in exactly the worst way.
Y/N had wanted a kiss from Harry since they became friends all those years ago, but not like this. Not drunk. Not on some stupid impulse. Not when they would wake up and realize it had been a mistake in a few hours. If sheâd been willing to risk their relationship because of one shortlived kiss, she wouldâve done it a long time ago.
He couldnât do this to her! He couldnât do this because to her, this wasnât just fun. It wasnât a cute little memory to look back on. Oh remember when we got drunk and kissed? Wasnât that so funny? No, to her this was more. It was her whole livelihood, the cruxes which her heart depended on.
So although it hurt more than anything sheâd ever had to do, Y/N shook her head. Her head barely moved, like her brain was plotting against it as well as her heart, but it did shake just enough to give him an inkling.
âDonât think thatâs a good idea.â
He was quiet for a few seconds (although she could feel his eyes burning a hole into her) before eventually retorting with a weakened, âwhy not?â.
âYouâre drunk.â
âBeen wanting to for a long time, Y/N.â
âHarry,â she stressed, voice quivering. Her next words came out in a whisper, âshut up.â
This time, he surrendered.
They waited for their uber in complete silence and when it came for them to sleep, Harry chose to stay on the couch instead of sharing the bed with her. Although Y/N was excruciatingly tired, she couldnât for the life of her close her eyes.
Sheâd fucked up so badly.
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Y/N felt slightly out of place as she slid into Harryâs kitchen in the morning. She looked at him already sat at the breakfast table with an array of pastries waiting for her.
âHey.â
Harry nodded, âhi, help yourself. Went to the bakery on my run.â
âThanks,â she murmured quietly, almost to herself. She was too scared to look at him.
âI donât want it to be awkward between us, so Iâll just cut to the chase: Iâm sorry about last night. I know I was drunk and weird and it wonât happen again. You were right.â
Y/Nâs eyebrows shot up just slightly, the sheer surprise evident on her features. He was really bringing it up now!
â⊠right aboutâŠ?â
âBout it not being a good idea. Iâve never⊠I was really out of it, you know? Wouldnât have asked you otherwise.â
Wow. Yes, obviously it wouldâve been a mistake, Y/N knew that more than anyone. But his apology did more damage than good. It was like a knife was being pushed through her chest, agonizingly slow as to make it more painful. Harry had confirmed exactly how uninterested he was in trying anything more with her and it just about devastated her. And yes, in all fairness, it was unjust because sheâd been the one to reject him last night but a tiny sliver of hope that he would reach out his arms and say âI still feel the same, I still want to kiss you!â still possessed her delusional mind all night.
âOh, that. Yeah.â
Harry tried to catch her eyes, âso are we cool?â
âWeâre cool.â
Y/N was barely floating now. She didnât want to eat, didnât want to be here, didnât want to exist.
It hurt too much to exist sometimes.
âY/N?â
She snapped out of it. âHm? yeah?â
âYou okay?â
âYes, Iâm fine. You just reminded me of this girl I met yesterday, Iris,â her shaking hand slid into her pocket to find the little note sheâd kept stored and handed it to him without making eye contact. Her body was on fire.
âOh.â
âShe wanted me to give you her number, said something about a party where you lot met.â
Y/N watched as realization dawned on him, probably a fleeting memory of Iris now soberly imprinted on his mind. She could imagine all the ways in which he thought about somebody like Iris, somebody who would be so perfect for him.
âRight. Thank you.â
âNo problem. I should probably head out to mine and get a few uni things done before I get too lazy.â
Unprompted, Harry ignored her statement. She had a feeling he didnât even want to hear her. âI didnât want to text her. Completely forgot about her, actually.â
Y/N couldnât find the answer as to why.
âOh.â
âYeah, I didnât⊠I donât really like her like that.â
âReally? Iris was under the impression that⊠I mean, maybe sheâs mistaken, but she told me about your little hangout sesh and it seemed nice, you know?â Harryâs eyes held something a little differentâ confusion, curiosity and a bit of sadness. It drove Y/N crazy deciphering him. âAnd Iris seems exactly like the type of girl youâd like.â
Then his eyebrows drew together, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Y/N shrugged, body sinking and slowly becoming one with the chair, âjust⊠pretty, is all.â
âA lot of girls are pretty, Y/N, doesnât mean I automatically wanna date them when I talk to them once.â
âYeah, but⊠Iris is your kind of pretty. Sheâs confident and Iâm sure sheâs funny.â
âMy kind of pretty? What are you implying?â
âNothing! Jesus, Harry, I just think Iris would be a good fit for you. Sheâs your type, is all.â
Harry scoffed like he took offense to Y/Nâs reply, âand Iâm sure you know exactly what my type is, huh? Cause Iâm so surface level that Iâm only into the same girl, yeah? What, blonde and tall?â
âHarry, thatâs notââ
âThen what do you mean to say by that?â
âI justââ
âYouâre boxing me together with that dickhead James!â
âNo, Harry, Iâm notâ and if you would just listen to me, youâd understand that!â Y/N finally broke, raising her voice by a few notches so Harry would hear her over his loud accusations. âIâm not implying to you, by thinking you might be into her, that youâre surface level. Iâm just saying, Iris seems like she would be your type because in the past, youâve gone for girls like her. That isnât bad, okay? Iâm not criticizing, just pointing out. Youâre into pretty girls.â
âPrettiness is subjective, Y/N, and what youâre doing right now is putting me in a box. What does that even mean, pretty girls? Clearly youâre implying I only date girls that are conventionally attractive because thatâs my definition of pretty.â
âSo what if it is? I didnât say itâs anything bad,â Y/N leaned back in the chair, volume lowering as if she couldnât argue with that statement. âEverybodyâs allowed a type.â
âItâs just⊠youâre using the word type in a derogatory way.â
âHow the fuck am I using the word type in a derogatory way?â
âSounds like youâre saying Iâm some dickhead who only goes off of looks. Only goes for tall blonde girls cause theyâre tall blonde girls and not because theyâre nice people.â
âWhen did I say that?!â Y/N was bewildered by this. She hadnât meant anything bad by it! âI have a type too, you know that! And thatâs okay!â
âOh yeah fucking tell me about your type, Y/N, go on.â
âWhat is your problem?â
âMy problem is that you were just crying about James only dating cheerleaders a week ago and now youâre here putting the same thing on me!â Y/N breathed out in distress, finding less ways of deescalating the situation. âBe honest, then, what do you really think of me?â
âWhat are you even⊠I love you, H, Iâm your best friend, I would never dream of insulting you. I was just saying that you seem to have a type, which there is nothing with!â
âSo then what does pretty mean?â
âJust⊠pretty, okay? Donât read too much into it.â
âNo, I want to hear it. Describe pretty to me.â The word pretty had been spoken out so many times in such vain, that its meaning had became trivial at best.
âI donât know, H, Girls like Jess, Angelina, Diana, Elle⊠which, if you were to write out their characteristics; theyâre all blonde, tall, skinny girls. Iâm not saying that you go off of looks, but I do think you have preferences, and thatâs fine. Thatâs healthy, even.â
Then he scoffed again, but significantly quieter this time around. âRight, you brought the fucking receipts to the table, didnât you? Do you usually think so lowly of me everywhere you go?â
It hurt to have this distance between her and Harry. Theyâd always gotten along so well before, so why did this have to become what it had? It had all come out of nowhere and Y/N didnât have the strength or the energy to lose the one thing she constantly depended on to be okay.
âI donât⊠Harry, I donât think lowly of you. I just thought that you might like Iris.â
âIâm sure you did then.â
âHarry,â she sighed, âplease, I didnât want you to get the wrong idea.â
âI didnât, got it perfectly clear. So one question though, am I allowed to like brunettes? Or is that too daring?â
âHarry, stop. Why are you being such a dickhead?â
âIâm being a dickhead?â
âYes, you are.â
âAt least I have history with girls for you to come to that conclusion yourself, right? Maybe when you find the courage to actually talk to a guy Iâll be able to find out what your kind of pretty is.â
And it wasnât meant to be a jab, surely, at least not a terribly painful one, but it hit Y/N stronger than she would have liked. Who was he, making fun of her dating life? This wasnât the Harry who reassured her after every pathetic bad date, who convinced her that it would be okay if she didnât find her man straight away as long as she was happy. Sheâd loved Harry for a year now and there was something so liberating in exploring unknown territory, in partaking in the so called âchaseâ (maybe somewhat masochistic, liking the torment of the unknown) but that feeling came to a full stop now that it had become clear that Harry didnât love her back. Before, it had been speculationâ now, it was real. And although sheâd expected pain, this was cold blooded torture.
Harry didnât look regretful, but that was because he had no idea what his words actually meant for her. Sometimes she wondered how the people she loved most could hurt her so much as to kick her down to the floor and repeatedly stomp on her body.
Without a word, Y/N stiffened her shoulders in an attempt to seem stronger and stood up from the table with a low intake of breath.
âY/N.â
âFuck you, Harry,â she muttered quietly but defiantly as she slipped on her shoes and opened the door out.
She didnât have anywhere to go, but she knew anywhere else would suffice better than here.
â
Y/N wasnât even surprised when she saw Harry and Iris arriving at the party together with the biggest smiles on their faces. Kacy turned to her and widened her eyes, motioning to the couple by the door with a questioning stare. Y/N simply shrugged.
Sheâd been hurting by herself, cramped away in her flat with a bottle of wine and three boxes of tissues and hoping for a little break when Kacy had asked her out tonightâ but here he was, ready to ruin her minute of relief.
âShe gave him her number through me last week⊠guess he finally called her.â Y/N explained, lowering her voice. âWe havenât talked since that morning after the bar.â
Kacyâs eyes widened again, because the last time Y/N had spent so much time away from Harry had been Christmasâ and even then, theyâd called each other every day.
âWhy?â
Y/N simply shook her head, unwilling to elaborate. All Kacy could do was pull her into a tight hug and ask her what she wanted to do next.
âI justâŠâ Y/Nâs breaths shook, âIâm so tired, Kace.â
And although Y/N had never brought up the topic of Harry, Kacy knew exactly what she was referring to and her heart broke for her friend.
âLetâs go to one of the bedrooms.â
Y/N gave a stuffy nod and followed as Kacy lead the way upstairs.
Once theyâd sat down, Y/N began to open her mouth. Her arms hugged around her own frame and tears were building in her eyes.
âTalk to me, Y/N. What happened?â
âHe⊠I donât know, Kace, he just got so mad at me. I was giving him Irisâ number and he said that he didnât like her. I told him he should probably call her because I think sheâd be good for himâ I think I said âsheâs your typeâ or something like that, which is a normal thing to say! And then he went ballistic on me.â Y/N sniffed her nose, âI was just trying to be nice. He started accusing me of finding him surface level even though I implied no such thing.â
âOh, honey,â it was through Kacyâs pitiful expression that Y/N noticed the ugly tears cascading down her swollen cheeks. âI donât wanna make you feel worse, babe, but that doesnât sound like Harry. Maybe you worded something wrong? Or he just heard you wrong?â
âNo, I tried multiple times to clear it up, but he kept the attitude.â
âWhat did he say?â
âWell, I said that he likes pretty girls and he said what do you mean pretty girls? and so I described what I thought his type was, which is tall blondes, you know? And I even said that having preferences is healthy and that I donât mind but he thought I was boxing him in. But donât you agree? Isnât that his type?â Kacy took too long to answer, making Y/N grow insecure, âCome on, he only dates tall blondes!â
âThatâs not even true, Y/N. What about Vanessa?â
She rolled her eyes, âfine, one tall redhead.â
âItâs not that, itâs just⊠I think he was offended because he thought you were calling him some kind of jerk who only goes off of looks.â
âBut heâs⊠heâs great, Kace, really, and I love him, but he does always date attractive supermodel type girls. I mean, good for him, but you know? And I donât at all think Iâm ugly, I think Iâm pretty, but not his kind of pretty.â
âOkay, but⊠okay, what were you talking about before the whole Iris thing?â
âItâs a long story,â Y/N groaned, head falling into her hands, âwhen we were drunk he asked me if he could kiss me. I said no.â
âWhat?! Why would you say no?â
âBecause we were drunk! And then the next morning he said I was right, that it wouldâve been a mistake and we wouldâve regretted it.â
Kacyâs mouth was kind of wide open, âand then you brought up Iris?â
âYes, because I needed a change of topic.â
âBut right after that he said he didnât like Iris.â
âYes.â
âAnd then you accused him of being surface level and he got mad?â
âKacy, I literally didnât! Iââ Y/N stopped defending herself because she knew she couldnât cheat her way out of it. âYes, maybe, okay? So what?â
âSo he totally loves you.â
At that point Y/N started laughingâ a genuine laugh made its way out of her mouth and she started shaking her head. Her laugh simmered down to a little chuckle and then she got tears in her eyes again. A rollercoaster of emotions.
âRight, sure. Hope you stretched before you took that reach! He said right before that heâd never have asked if he was sober.â
âHe was saving face because you refused to kiss him.â
âKacy, no,â she sighed, âdonât feed me that bullshit. Youâre going to give me hope and I canât take any more of that, okay?â
âHe got mad you think he only likes blondes because he loves you and you donât even see it,â Kacy elaborated even further, which bothered Y/N on so many levels. Sheâd told her to stop.
âI canât, Kace,â Y/N cried, covering her eyes with her palms and letting the tears flow out, âIâm so fucking tired of feeling unwanted and like Iâm not enough. Like whatever I do, thereâs still some other girl who gets his attention. I canât go on loving him and being his second girl every day. He goes on bad sex dates and comes home to me, goes to parties where he does body shots off of other girls, and then cuddles me in bed. I just canât do it. One day heâll get married and expect me to be his best man and thatâs way more than I can take.â
âLook, I understand, but all you need to do is talk to him.â
âI canât!â
âWhy not?â
âI donât want to lose him.â
âIsnât it better to lose him now than to feel like this every day and lose him in a few years when youâve physically broken yourself down over it? Isnât it better to know? I know you wonât lose him because I see the way he looks at you and I see how he treats you. And heâd be stupid not to like you back. But if Iâm wrong, wouldnât it still be better to know?â
âNo. I can do without knowing. If he knows and he doesnât feel the same itâll be weird and I canât lose him. I canât, Kace, heâs the only thing holding me together. Look at me, Iâm such a fucking mess.â
âY/N, eyes up,â Kacy ordered, taking ahold of Y/Nâs forearm and forcing her to look at her, âyouâre allowed little moments of weakness. Love does crazy things sometimes. You need to tell him or youâll regret it the rest of your life.â
Y/Nâs eyes stung hard.
The door opened in that moment, forcing the sound of the music into the otherwise quiet room with a force. Both girls looked up to find Harry by the door, his eyebrows drew together in concern at the sight of his teary eyed best friend. It didnât matter what they were going through, their bond was strong enough for him to know something was seriously wrong.
âAre you okay?â
It was then that Kacy took her cue to leave, to Y/Nâs dismay, and stood up from the chair to let Harry take her place. She closed the door behind her to give the two of them privacy.
âY/N, you okay?â
âYeah,â she tried to smile, though due to the tears it was clear as day that she was perpetually telling him lies whenever he asked her that question. âIâm okay.â
âHey, come on,â he whispered into the quiet, inching closer to trap her chin between his fingers, âtell me whatâs wrong. Did some asshole hurt you?â
âYeah,â she nodded with a small sniffle. The asshole is you. âIâm just⊠having boy trouble. Itâs okay. You should go back to the party.â
âFuck the party. Who hurt you? I hope you mean your feelings, not physicallyâŠâ Heâd started raking over her body to check for bruises, a tick in his jaw.
âNo! God, no, just my feelings. And Iâll get over it.â I couldnât ever get over you. âIsnât Iris waiting for you? I saw you arrive together.â
âOh,â his features hardened for a split second. Y/N blinked and it was gone. âNo, we ran into each other outside and talked for a bit. She asked me out, so⊠I think Iâm going to go.â
It was like he was testing her, staring into her eyes to capture the exact moment she crumbled. But she didnât. She held her head high and gave a subtle nod. âSounds good.â
He sighed. It was quiet and could almost be classified as a simple exhale, but she knew it wasnât.
âSo whoâs the guy?â
Sometimes he could be so oblivious that Y/N wondered how heâd made it so far in life. Surely he was only playing the part, right?
âDoesnât matter,â Y/N shrugged. She was starting to cry again. âHeâs insignificant.â You could never be insignificant to me.
âShould I talk to him?â
Yeah, that would be good. âNo, no, itâs fine. Iâll just⊠get over him.â
âWell I donât like seeing you hurt, baby,â he tilted his head, cupping over her jaw and brushing over her skin delicately. The room was dimly lit to make it all the more romantic, but Y/N couldnât fully be immersed in it. âNo guy is worth your tears. Youâre beautiful and brave and so so funny. Iâm so lucky to have you in my life, Y/N. Youâre the most perfect girl there ever was and if he canât see that, then he doesnât deserve you.â
He couldnât do this to her. He couldnât speak of her the way she always wished he would speak of her, but not mean it. It showed her what he was capable ofâ loving her, paying her attention the right way. She was left shattered.
âSee, you say that, but youâŠâ Y/N broke down in tears, âbut nobody ever means it.â
He tilted her head up so he could stare deeply into her eyes and utter his next words in full honesty, âI mean it. I promise you, Y/N, I mean what I said with everything I have in my body. I mean it every time I say it when Iâm drunk and I mean it when Iâm sober. I mean it when youâve just woken up and I mean it when weâre studying together at night. I mean it and I will always mean it.â
Instead of making her happy, his words made her cry even more.
âHarry,â she cried, bending her neck forward so the top of her head rested on his chin, âit hurts so much.â
âCome on, baby, itâs not worth it.â Then he started kissing the crown of her head, moving down to her temple and rubbing circles into her shoulders. âItâs not worth it.â
But he was worth it. He clouded her vision and made her feel lightheaded. He had the power to make her cry and the power to make her so unbelievably happy that she couldnât imagine having ever been unhappy. He made her wonder how she couldâve lived such a mediocre, painful life before he entered itâ that was the kind of power he possessed.
Y/N didnât have to think twice about kissing him, she just did. She looked up at Harry and inched closer to rest her lips on his, and it caused emotions in her body she didnât even know were possible. Harry seemed surprised but he caught on fairly quickly, letting her take the lead in the kiss until itâd been a few seconds and he felt her deepening it.
He pulled away, eyes finally opening.
She was startled. âSorry, did I hurt you?â
He shook his head gently, letting a reassuring smile sit on his lips, âno, but Iâm worried about you. I donât think itâs a good idea to do this when youâre crying over another guy, you know? I donât want to be your numbing medication.â
âYouâre⊠not,â her eyebrows drew together.
âYou didnât want to kiss me last week. Itâs seeming like an âI miss another guy so Iâll hook up with you to numb the painâ situation and I just⊠I donât want either of us to regret it.â
He was trying to be niceâ and he was, really was, but the sinking feeling in Y/Nâs stomach worsened.
âThatâs because we were drunk last week.â
âYouâre hurting over another person, Y/N.â
âHeâs not important, I just want to kiss you. I want to have sex with you. Okay? Because I want to, not because Iâm into some other dickhead.â
Harry seemed to have trouble believing her, âI canât.â
âOkay, whatever. Itâs fine.â Y/N stood up from her chair, creating some distance between her and Harry and started walking away from him. He held onto her hand though, preventing her from moving too far.
âY/N, come on.â
âNo, genuinely, I donât want to coerce you into having sex with me, I donât know what I was thinking.â
She was being honest. She didnât want Harry to feel like she was using him under false pretenses.
But having him think that was still better than confessing.
âI didnât think you were coercing me into doing anything, Y/N, I just donât want you to regret it.â
âYeah,â tears built in her eyes again and she bit her lip to hold them in, âyouâre a really good guy, Harry.â
When he stood up to offer her comfort, she immediately took a step back and held her hand in front of her in an effort to force him away. âPlease donât.â
âY/NâŠâ He looked pained and thoroughly confused at her cold behavior. Harry knew she tended to close off whenever she felt bad about herself, but that had applied mostly to other people. Harry, on the other hand, had always been successful in finding a way to pull back her in.
âNo, Iâm embarrassed. Jesus, Iâm such a mess! I was talking about this with Kacy, Iâm just⊠Iâm all over the place.â
âYouâre not a mess. Youâre hurting, thatâs normal.â
âI just asked you to fuck me, thatâs⊠who the fuck does that? Since when am I like this?â
âSince youâve been hurt,â he countered, âlove makes you do weird things. God knows I get a bit crazy too when Iâm in love.â
âNo you donât,â she said to him, voice hoarse and uncomfortable, âyouâre fucking Mr. Perfect. Everyone loves you and youâre hot and youâve got the brilliant mind. You canât do anything wrong.â
âEveryone doesnât love me,â he replied with a leveled tone, âif everyone loved me, Iâd be with the girl of my dreams right now. But Iâm not, so⊠not everyone.â
âCanât fucking imagine that,â Y/N muttered, wiping under her eyes. âYou probably just communicate badly and she doesnât know you love her.â
âSame with you.â
Y/Nâs heart squeezed painfully in her chest.
âHeâs way out of my league.â
âWho is this guy anyway? Youâre gonna hype him up to me and not even let me know who it is?â
âHeâs, uhâŠâ Y/N walked further away from him and sat down at the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands, âheâs from uni. Tall, dark brown hair, green eyes, sometimes glasses. Heâs really nice but dates girls who are the complete opposite of meâyou know, really model type girls. And I just⊠whenever I look in the mirror, Iâm reminded of just how unattractive I am compared to themâ and donât get me wrong, Iâm fine with me but theyâre just better. I canât keep up with it. And god, I feel so pathetic talking about myself like this but heâs just⊠heâs so perfect and I love him and I donât want to lose him. He makes me doubt myself sometimes, you know?â
At the latest he mustâve known now. Y/N could hear his brain professing that information, double and triple checking all possibilities until it dawned on him that she was talking about him.
He cleared his throat, stepping closer. âSo heâs⊠where do you know him from again?â
A short pause before committing to the method, âwe met at the fresherâs party three years ago.â
âAnd you see each other a lot, I assume.â
Y/N was still not looking at him, head buried in her hands.
âWe⊠yeah. We hang out every day. Heâs mad at me right now though.â
âSo you⊠you love me.â
She didnât answer, but she didnât need to. Sheâd given up, left it all to fate; if he would turn her away and never talk to her again or ask to continue being friends. It all became obsolete.
âIâm sorry,â she muffled into the palms of her hands.
âDâyou wanna hear about the girl Iâm in love with? Have been in love with for a year now?â Y/N wanted to shake her head, but she didnât, so he continued. âSheâs from uni too, spends about three nights a week at my flat even though hers is bigger. She can be really distant, but when she gives you attention itâs like the whole world healed. Sheâs so sweet and considerate and brings me little gifts sometimes and even though sheâs damn near perfect, she gets really insecure about things, especially when it comes to her looks and stupid dicks.â Y/N had started looking up at his words, spotting Harry closer to her but not sharing any of her own emotions. He was taking the piss, wasnât he? âLocks herself away in her room until she feels ready to leave the flat. Sheâs selfless, gives me other girlsâ numbers even though sheâs in love with meâ even makes me go on dates even though Iâm sure it hurts her feelings whenever I do.â
âYou love me?â she sniffled, âIâm not joking about this.â
âI love you, Y/N. I do. Sâwhy I got so mad last week, wanted you to realize that Iâm more than some shallow asshole. Didnât know you felt the same, though.â
âHow could you not? I literally get so weird around you these days.â
âThought it was just stress or something,â he cupped her cheek, thumbing away some tears, âIâm sorry you cried about me, shouldâve just said it like a normal person. Just didnât want to ruin us.â
âMe neither.â
âIâm going to kiss you, okay?â
This kiss was a thousand times better than the last one. Y/N felt giddy as his lips ghosted over hers, as he pulled her up from her seat and sat back down to have her climb over his lap. She breathed into his mouth, ground against his crotch like she was a horny 16 year old girl being touched for the first time. There was no heavy feeling weighing down on her chest, she could just be free of concerns.
After a few minutes of making out, Y/N laughed. She damn near cackled into his mouth and when he questioned her with a confused stare and a cute laugh of his own, she shook her head.
âRemind me to thank Kacy later.â
â
disclaimer: this is NOT meant to offend anyone based on their looksâ itâs just a depiction of a girl feeling insecure because she thinks the guy she loves doesnât see her the way she wants him to. The description i used of his âtypeâ and the inevitable perception of what Y/N looks like in this story was completely random and is completely up to you. I hope it doesnât come across as anything other than that!
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Poetry
Chapter One - Last Copy
Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, the kind that makes you blush a little.
Word Count: 1,433
A/N: Hyunjin's airport outfit got me thinking so I just wrote this cute little thing real quick! I'm thinking about making it another mini series so let me know if you want a part two! I'm putting way too much on my plate but I can't help it đ
Summary: You meet a cute stranger at your favorite bookstore cafe.
Part Two
â§Poetry Series Masterlistâ§
â§Main Masterlistâ§
You browsed the shelves for your favorite poet's new release. You were determined to buy it in both paperback and hardcover before it went flying off the shelves. You skim the spines of the many books searching for the poetâs name when you finally come across it. A wide smile paints your face as you reach for the final hardcover copy, that smile quickly drops when your hand collides with one of a stranger next to you. You must've been so focused that you hadn't noticed him.Â
"Pardon me." He apologizes softly, slightly bowing his head towards you.Â
"No no, it's alright. I should've been paying attention." The two of you stand there glancing between each other and the book for a second too long before he breaks the silence.Â
"You reached for it three seconds before me so you should have it." The tall man grins down at you as he picks up the book and holds it out to you. "I can always get it online. "
"Oh no, it's fine! I can just buy the paperback." You give him a kind grin and his lips pull into a thin line.Â
"Well then you really should take this then because I just picked up the last paperback." A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as he holds it up momentarily for you to see. You can't help but smile and giggle a bit as you push a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
"Ah, okay, well in that case how could I turn down a hard cover of my favorite poet?" You take the book from him and start to study it immediately. You sigh happily as you run your fingers over the cover, taking in every detail. "I love their book design. Every single one is so unique and fresh, it really reflects their work perfectly."Â
"I agree, I think that the use of abstract art on the cover is a beautiful touch." You smile up at him again and this time you take a moment to study his features. His jet black hair is in a half up half down style and his circle lens glasses compliment his shining eyes perfectly. Not to mention his pink lips and structured jaw which are the icing on a very handsome cake. You take in his black sweater and matching black pants, his style is very attractive and from the looks of his Versace necklace very expensive.Â
"I think so too, it's one of the things that drew me to them." He grins down at you and shakes his head slightly. He tilts his head to the side a bit before letting the tip of his tongue dip out of his mouth and skate across his bottom lip. You notice his eyes wandering over your frame and for some reason the action is welcomed by you. You don't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. He catches himself staring and suddenly holds his hand out to you.Â
"I'm Hyunjin by the way." You blush slightly as you grin up at him.
"Y/n" He smiles at your name and you can't help but to look down at your feet for a second. Your hands stay together in a handshake for a few seconds too long before you let go.Â
"Well, Y/n, uh I was actually about to sit at the Cafe up front and get started on this book... Would you maybe want to sit with me? We can share our thoughts on it. That is if you aren't busy or anything." He pulls his lips into a thin line and the tips of his ears turn a bit red as his nerves start to get to him. You smile blushing a bit yourself.Â
"I um.. I actually think that I'd like that a lot." He smiles as he pushes up his glasses and looks away towards the bookshelf for a second, most likely to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, not like it matters though, at this point the blush covering both of your cheeks is a dead give away to your excitement.Â
"Great, after you." You shake your head and turn on your heels leading the way over to the Cafe where the two of you stare at the menu. "I don't know why I'm even looking, I get the same thing every time."Â
You chuckle as your eyes land on exactly what you'd like. "What's that?"Â
"An iced americano and a white cream latte." You furrow your brows towards him curiously.Â
"Two coffees?" He blushes a bit, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and scratching softlyÂ
"I may have a caffeine problem." He chuckles a bit and you follow suit. "What would you like? It's on me."
"Oh no, you don't have to."
"I insist." He smiles down at you with bright and excited eyes and you feel yourself melt a bit.Â
"I suppose I can't turn down free refreshments" You step forward towards the cashier and start your order, once you're done Hyunjin adds his items and he reaches into his pocket to pull out his Versace wallet. Who exactly is this guy? He has very expensive taste. You watch as he skims the many cards in his wallet and your face heats up a bit when he pulls out a black card. Okay, no really who is this guy?Â
"Wanna find us a table?" He asks as he stuffs his wallet back into his pocket. You nod in agreement and quickly retreat to your favorite table in the back corner of the cafe. You get comfortable, crossing your legs indian style and leaning back against the plush booth. You take your phone out of your purse to briefly check your messages but before you could reply to anyone Hyunjin approaches with a tray full of refreshments.Â
"Here we go." He sits across from you, serving you your items from the tray.Â
"Thank you very much." You smile as you take your mug and bring it up to your lips briefly, taking a sip. You smile to yourself as you let the warmth of your drink surge through you.Â
"So, Y/n, do you come here often?" Hyunjin asks as he sips his Americano and you can't help but to chuckle
"Really? You used that line?" He grins slightly but it quickly turns into a smile and a quiet embarrassed laugh as his fingers caress the skin of his neck.Â
"I'm sorry, I guess Iâm a little rusty. I honestly don't talk to alluring women such as yourself often..I'm usually quite reserved? Kind of the shy type socially.â
You smile and you can feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks. " I could say the same.. I don't talk to alluring men very often. I only read about them."
Hyunjin smiles, his fingers interlacing as he brings them up towards his face and leans in towards you. "Call me crazy but I have a feeling that you'll be more interesting than any book I've ever read."
Okay, you're definitely blushing now. "Yeah? I think I could say the same about you."Â
Hyunjin looks down at his lap with a wide smile, He licks his lips before grabbing his coffee and takes a long sip before looking back up at you with flushed cheeks.Â
"So, do you come here often? Because if you do I will too." You tilt your head to the side slightly with a curious eyebrow raised.Â
"Is that right?"
"I wouldn't lie to you." He mimics your curious demeanor.Â
"I come here at least once a week." He shakes his head as he picks up his drink.
"Looks like I need to change my schedule." You smile as you take a piece of the cinnamon roll that you ordered with your tea.Â
"Looks like you do." You both hold a smile as your eyes search each other's.
"So... this book, how about I read it to you?"Â
"You want to read me poetry?" He nods confidently as he reaches for your copy of the book. "You just want to touch the hardcover."
"That is true, you caught me" a playful smile pulls at his lips and you smile back, crossing your arms as you lean forward and rest your elbows on the table.Â
"Hm, fine but if you damage it you owe me a new copy."
"Deal." He smiles as he opens the book and you watch as his long slim fingers flip through the pages. "Alright, ready?"
You pick up your mug and take a sip before grinning and smiling towards him.Â
"Ready"
⥠Next Chapter â
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rotaries and roses
pairing:Â Tattoo Artist!Corky x Florist!F!Reader
tags/warnings:Â modern au, tattoo artist/florist trope, first time tattoos, suggestive themes, cursing, teasing
a/n:Â requested by anonymous here. this was my biggest challenge yet because... this is smut free and i don't have tattoos đ i hope you guys don't mind how many liberties i took with this! as there are no gif hunts of gina as corky, this will have a gifless format. enjoy! đ„°
You found yourself at Corky's by the recommendation of a close friend. Every time you mentioned your desire for a tattoo, they would practically beg you to give the tattoo shop a chance before pulling up their Instagram page. The first thing you noticed was the address. The tattoo shop was on the same street as your flower shop; how you hadn't noticed it sooner was beyond you.
Your friend was right. You needed to take your ass over there. And now, there was no excuse not to.
Out of all the artists featured, the owner, Corky, had your favorite designs. Her Neo-Traditional style blew you away, and it was the post featuring a canvas with an array of roses that sealed the deal. They had always been your favorite flower, regardless of the stereotypical label they held. Every bouquet of roses that leaves your shop always receives your special attention. They never fail to bring a smile to your face, regardless of the color, quantity, or occasion. To have them on your body felt right to you and you wanted them in Corky's signature style.
You spent the rest of that evening mulling over what you wanted. It took you a few more days, but finally, you came to a decision. You wanted a ram surrounded by Corky's roses. A ribbon would wind around the portrait of the ram with the phrase: My will is sturdy inscribed on it. The design was perfect and you knew Corky would do your vision justice.
Your consultation was the first time you meant Corky outside of emailing her. A studded leather jacket was haphazardly thrown over her white tank top. You couldn't tell what brand of jeans she wore, but they did wonders for her legs. Her steel-toed boots clicked on the hardwood floor as she came to greet you. You accepted her offered hand into a shake and couldn't stop yourself from memorizing the callouses on her palm within those few, fleeting seconds. Her brown hair was perfectly unkempt and a permanent, knowing smirk was glued onto her face.
"I'm Corky."
She was hot. You were fucked.
After your initial greetings, she brought you to the back where her desk was so you both could work through your design. You found as many references as possible, including the same array of roses you saw on her shop's Instagram page. Corky chuckled fondly as she examined the canvas, lips quirking into a genuine smile.
"This is some of my older work," she mused as if she was warning you. Her gaze flickered through her lashes, brow quirked inquisitively at you.
"It's one of my favorites," you admit and Corky's smile only grows at your confession.
The close proximity allows you to catch onto her scent: fresh smoke and citrus. You want her to tattoo it into your lungs.
"Give me an hour and I'll have something nice for you. I'll call you when I'm finished."
One phone call later and you were back in her shop. Unsure of proper etiquette in the tattooing world, you had brought back coffee for both yourself and Corky. You needed a pick me up and it felt strange not to share with her. Shyly, you offered her a cup which she graciously accepted. Your guess of Corky taking her coffee black was right; you swallow a smile at the thought. She leads you back to her desk so she can present you her work.
It's overwhelming how beautiful Corky's art is. Everything about it is perfect and truly, you can't think of anything else to add, remove, or change. The roses woven through the ram's horns, the brilliant blue outline, and the delicate font she chose for the banner were small details you would have never considered on your own.
Your lack of a verbal response makes Corky laugh, leaning in closer.
"Stunned ya speechless, huh?" she teased and you can't help but laugh with her.
"It's gorgeous, Corky."
There's something on Corky's tongue as she pauses. Silently, you watch her shake whatever thought it was away before refocusing on you.
"Where do you want this?"
You pause to think.
"I think my thigh would be the best. I've read that it's one of the better places to get your first tattoo."
This information slaps a smile back on her face.
"You read right. That works for me."
Soon after, you discuss the rest of the housekeeping tasks regarding your tattoo. Once you put an initial deposit down, you decide on a date a month later. You bid Corky goodbye and return to your flower shop to close up for the night. Before you retire to bed, you start working on a custom rose bouquet for one of your clients.
The roses are beautifully crimson, just like the ones Corky drew for you.
"I'll be with ya in a moment!" A disembodied voice calls from the next room over at the sound of the doorbell. You nodâmore to yourselfâbefore shutting the door behind you.
A month blew by quicker than you anticipated. Tonight, you found yourself awkwardly stationed at the front door of Corkyâs tattoo shop with a cup of coffee in each hand. On her recommendation, you came well-fed, hydrated, and with eight hours of sleep under your belt. You donned a loose, simple dress, figuring it would make Corky's job tonight easier.
What you didn't realize was that she booked you as her closer tonight. The shop was empty and immediately, you felt yourself sweating. Silently, you asked whatever higher powers existed to refrain from making you out into a fool tonight.
Shifting on your heels, you visibly brighten at the sound of Corky's boots thundering towards you. She appears from the backroom, grinning ear to ear as she walks towards you. She's clad in another plain white tank top and dark jeans, revealing the complex sleeves her leather jacket hid. The most notable tattoo is of a labrys on her upper arm.
"Hey stranger," she greets, raising her brows as you offer her a coffee cup. "You spoil me; thank you."
You don't miss the way her eyes drag down your frame.
Corky's fingers slide against yours as she takes the coffee from you. Her touch is electric and you hold back from shivering. If something so innocuous got to you, you don't know how you'll last tonight.
"My pleasure." You don't mean to sound so breathless, but you were currently recovering from her touch. Corky merely smiles and beckons you to follow her. You do so wordlessly, stepping up and over to her workstation.
She sifts through her desk before pulling out the stencil of your tattoo. Turning on her heel, she presents it to you and you nearly choke on your coffee.
Itâs perfect.
Every detail from her initial artwork has been transcribed onto the stencil. You find yourself hypnotized as you lean in closer. It needs to be on your body now.
"Corky," you start and she laughs, gesturing for you to sit in the chair. You do so quickly, placing your belongings on an empty side table out of the way.
"Don't go worshipping me yet," she teases, easily picking up on the dreaminess laced in your voice.
She drags over a small, wheeled cart, completely set up for your session. You're unfamiliar with everything on it, but you watch carefully as she sets up her rotary machine. After checking to make sure you didn't have a latex allergy, Corky puts on a pair of black, single-use gloves.
"I still gotta tattoo it."
Pulling her stool over, her gloved hand goes to your thigh. The edge of her thumb grazes the hem of your dress and tenderlyâso tenderly you might faintâshe pushes the skirt up. You meet her in the middle, pulling it the rest of the way so it settles just over your hips. Cool air immediately rushes between your thighs and you've never felt more exposed. Corky guides your leg towards her and the thought of her face buried in your cunt flashes in your mind. Swiftly, you shake it away.
You allow her to position you as she sees fit while she preps your skin. Once satisfied, she presses the stencil to your skin to transfer the design. It takes all of your restraint to stay still and on the chair. How were you going to make it through a two hour session?
"Go check it out in the mirror." Corky points her thumb behind her and her voice sucks you back from your reverie.
Holding your dress skirt up, you walk to the wall mirror and examine the design. Turning to her, you hold a thumb up as she stares intensely at the exposed flesh. She hums in approval and you hurry back onto the chair. You get comfortable and again, Corky's hands are on your thigh. She's readjusting you and your teeth dig into the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning.
"Are you ready?"
You nod.
"Let's begin."
The first ten minutes are relatively quiet. The buzz of the rotary is the only thing distracting you from the dull pain in your thigh. Well, that and the fact that her other hand is gripping your thigh in a way that makes your head spin. Corky pipes up first over the noise.
"What do you do?"
You beam; you adore answering this question.
"I'm a florist!" You watch as Corky's brows raise in interest, her gaze intensely fixed on your leg as she works. "I actually own the flower shop just up the street."
The buzzing stops completely and her eyes are glued to your face, lips parted in surprise.
"You own Fern & Flora?"
You nod proudly, practically glowing from the recognition.
"No shit; one of my girls, Sue, is there every two weeks buying flowers for her girlfriend."
Corky's machine whirs back to life and the prickly pain on your thigh returns. You hum to yourself, going over a mental list of your regulars and who could fit the profile Corky described.
"She's always going on about how her girlfriend likes theâ"
"Violets." You finish thoughtfully, unable to stop the genuine smile growing across your face. "Margaret's favorite flowers are violets and Sue never lets me forget it."
You watch the way Corky's face softens as you speak. Her thumb presses against your inner thigh and your breath hitches quietly in your throat.
"What's your favorite flower?"
Staring down at her in disbelief, a chuckle pushes from your throat. You gesture to the tattoo she was currently working on, hoping to highlight the array of roses she was getting ready to outline.
"Do you even have to ask?"
Corky's shoulders raise into a shrug, glancing up at you quickly before refocusing on your thigh.
"Hey, forgive me for making small talk." The smile in her voice is evident and you find yourself grinning along with her.
"What's your favorite flower?" You toss the question back to Corky, ready to take her answer and brand it into the back of your mind.
She takes a moment to think about your question. If it wasn't obvious already, you could tell that this was something Corky hadn't previously thought about.
"I think I'm going to have to swing by your shop at some point to answer that question."
You can't help but blush. Was she flirting with you?
"I'd like that," you admit, fiddling with your fingernails.
Corky doesn't respond, instead reabsorbing herself back into her work. But a sly smirk plays on her lips and you have to stare up at the ceiling to keep your thoughts at bay.
"I think you'd like cornflowers." You finally state after a minute of silence. The cool colors and perky petals reminded you of Corky's persona. The bouquets that you crafted with them were some of your favorites so far.
"I think I'd like anything you recommend."
Okay, she's definitely flirting with you. Brazenly, you reply with: "Then I recommend you visit me sooner rather than later."
"Oh yeah?" There's a teasing edge in Corky's voice and you feel the warmth rise to your cheeks. Her voice drops an octave lower and you've completely disregarded the pain in your thigh. "And why's that?"
In that moment, youâve forgotten everything about yourself. The only things you could comprehend were Corkyâs hands groping your flesh and the irritating whizzing of the rotary. You suddenly feel hot and the idea of stripping your dress off grows more attractive with each passing second.
âI want to make a bouquet for you.â The sentence is rushed from your own nervousness, but you mean every word. âThe sooner you stop by, the better of a selection Iâll still have for the season.â
Caught off guard, Corky sputters out a cough. However, she doesnât stop working. The machine is still on as she finishes the outline of your tattoo without issue. You glance down curiously and witness her face flush crimson. A delighted giggle squeezes from your throat and you swear Corky blushes deeper than before.
âIâll come by tomorrow.â
Your laughter is replaced with a kind smile. âPromise?â
She nods.
The rest of your session goes swiftly. Corky works like a machine: detailed, efficient, and insanely accurate. Your small talk comes and goes in waves, more so that she can focus on her work above all else. With a final wipe of her towel, your tattoo is finished two hours later. She grins eagerly before looking up at you.
"Wanna check it out?"
You don't miss a beat: "Uh, of course!"
You practically spring off the chair, stretching your legs as you scurry over to the mirror. The hem of your dress is still bawled in your fists as you stare at your thigh. You can hear Corky snickering at you while you fawn over her work.
"Holy shit..." You are awestruck and you turn to her, gaping before turning back to the mirror.
"It looks incredible," she agrees, discarding her gloves before pulling the rolling cart over to the side and out of the way. She goes to her workstation, pulls a few documents out, and scribbles something down as you continue to gape and stare at your new tattoo.
You return to Corky's workstation, gathering your belongings as you ready your wallet. She turns to face you again, handing you paperwork and guidance on how to maintain your new tattoo. You listen to her instructions carefully, unable to stop yourself from staring at her chapped lips every few moments.
"Do you have any questions?" You shake your head, averting your gaze to the papers she gave you. It essentially regurgitated what she said aloud, but you were thankful to have something written to refer to. Corky had also included her business card that you examined, noting the handwritten number just below her professional contact information.
"Actually, I do have a question," you start, not looking up from the papers in your hands. "Do you give all of your clients your personal number?"
Turning the documents to Corky, you point at the handwritten digits just below her work email. She flushes briefly before clearing her throat.
"Well no," she starts and a grin is already curling on your lips, watching as she gathers her thoughts. "But I figured it would make sense to give it to you. For tomorrow."
You hum thoughtfully, glancing over at her workstation before looking at her.
"Can I borrow that?" You gesture at a Sharpie marker on the side and she snatches it up before handing it to you.
"Give me your arm."
Corky stares at you, bewildered by your demand, but obediently offers her right arm to you. Your fingers clasp her wrist, outstretching it so that her fingertips just barely graze the top of your chest.
You miss the sharp inhale Corky takes.
Carefully, you jot your phone number down, making sure to avoid writing over the pinup girl tattoo facing you. Once finished, you push the cap back on and place the marker in her open palm.
"For tomorrow," you parrot, giddily watching the flustered look wash over Corky's face. She nods quickly, clutching the marker before stammering for you to follow her so she can take the rest of your payment. You trail behind her, already working out flower combinations in your mind for Corky's bouquet.
Out of all the ones you can think of, cornflowers and roses are the most fitting.
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could you do mantis, tigress, viper, po, shen, tai lung, kai x a white peacock reader that can manipulate all forms of physics?
For reference, the White Peacock Reader has the ability to manipulate all forms of physics regardless of laws.
Other have sent you this type of question, so I am sending you this type of question.
And I love your stuff too.
mantis,tigress,viper,po,shen,tai lung and kai x white peacock reader who can manipulate all forms of physics
I'm glad you like my stuff! And of course I can
Not been proof read yet I just wanted to post it đ
Mantis
He finds you beauty and grace very admirable
You fight with such ferocity and grace it's almost unbelievable
He thinks that your powers are really cool but also really scary since they dont abide to any of the laws
Meaning you can do things that shouldn't physically be possible
Thinks that your some kind of God or something,maybe you've just been blessed by the gods
Not to much sparing,he fears that hell be crushed before he can even move
He asks to trace the patterns on your feathers(if you have any patterns)
He wonders if your tail can get in the way when fighting
Your fighting style is literally drop dead gorgeous
Saw you phase through a wall once,cant unsee it
Scary for in battle but very useful as an ally
He asks if you know why your white instead of the usually colours
Very curious about you
Your very mysterious
Tigress
She finds your beauty breath taking but remembers during battle not to be distracted
Shes curious of how you got your powers,did you learn them?,if so who was your master?,were you born with them?,does it run in your family?
Lots of questions
Training constantly
You've bested her more times then she cares to admit
She'll say that you cheated
Shes not saying that because she thinks you incapable,shes just saying that to try and mend her wounded pride
Her leg has phased through you and she lost the match because her brain practically stopped working for a minute or so
She likes to stay on your good side,mainly because she genuinely fears your powers
She believes that you can control them well but the things you can do,shouldn't be humanly/animaly possible
She likes to help clean your tail if you allow her
She wonders how you can fight with such a big tail
She fears fears what people will say when she tells them she lost a match to you,so you tell her that she can say you lost sometimes
She finds it scary and impressiv how much you can do,you can control things like the weather,solid matter etc.
She asks about your origins and if there may have been a particular reason as to why you were born as a white peacock with such immense power
Viper
brought to you by the same gif,again
As a previous ribbon dancer she likes to see the art in different peopls kung fu/fighting style,which meand she loved the way you fight
Such precision and beauty
She thinks your way to overpowerd
Like if you wanted to you could legit just walk on water
Dont like cold noodles?,ok lemme just,heat that up for u rq
She likes to stay relatively on your good side
She will ask to put flowers in your feathers,if you allow her to she will be ecstatic
Such a sweet heart
If you give her a feather as a gift of luck she may just pass out
If you have any patterns on your feathers she likes to trance them with her tail or just look at it
Shes scared to get priced by your sharp talons in battle/sparing
Loves your feathers
Shes curious to your feather colour being white but wont dig or think to deep about it
She just puts it down as being an unique quality of yours
Your tail can get annoying every so often
She likes how you input your tail into your fighting style
Po
Your white feathers give him a tad bit of PTSD
He find the way you fight majestical,almost as if hes watching a play
He likes your feather and asks how you keep them so clean
He would be very hesitant with you sometimes due to the fact you remind him of someone
He thinks white suits you
Hes very surprised,fascinated and intrigued apon finding out about your powers
Your powers are like nothing hes ever seen before and he loves it
He likes to have long training sessions with you to try find a weakspot
He wants you to try teach him
Even if you tell him it's your genes and not taught he will still ask,there no hurt in trying
Liked your tail but it is very big
He likes making noodles for you both and sitting under a tree on a rainy day,knowing that your the reason your both not drenched in water
He wonders how you obtained such power and wonders what It would be like going all on out dragon warrior against you
He gets distracted by your feather alot
If you were to ever give him a feather hed treat it like a treasure that needs to be protected at any cost
Likes to watch your methods of fighting because he wants to try doing it himself
Shen
Hes rather shocked apon learning that there another white peacock
And your very powerful
In some ways hes happy that theres another peacock since he wont feel as lonely being the only white one but then again he in some ways feels like that was a huge part of his character
Apon first meeting you he gets extremely defensive and accuses you of being an imposter,even though you never said a single thing
Has alot of curiosity about your powers
Shen will try test your limits and see if you just unleash your powers out of pure emotion,he has morbid curiosity
He likes to spar ALOT
He likes to talk to you about how he created the cannons aswell as what he did to get the result
Hes very clingy and will often hang around you
Should anyone speak bad about you if you dont handle it,he will gladly
He finds a sick kind of pleasure from having so powerfull by his side
He throws firework shows for you
If you are good with close combat he will get a custom commissioned weapon of your choice for you
Tai lung
Although he finds your white feathers beautiful he also feels threatened
The pure reason for this is power
Hes been a star student for so long,the best of the best and you show up and have more power than him
Hes very stand off ish at first
He warms up to you eventually,its just a case of him getting there
He comes to find the brutality and accuracy of your fighting method
He trains with you at any given chance,hes not afraid to fight someone stronger than him and he will most likely go in blind,refusing to learn anything from his opponent
He asks if your methods can be taught and is a bit sulky if it cant
Hes not going to underestimate you by a long shot,hes more likely to overestimate you
He finds you feathers pretty and can momentarily find himself losing focus in training
If you gave him a feather he'd treat it as if it were his life sorce
He believes that when he achieves the dragon scroll you two will finally be even
Kai
Other than oogway he hasnt seen such powerful chi before
Nor has he seen the types of power you weild
Your a mystery at first,a mysterious white peacock shows up one day and has practically limitless power?
Hes going to be after your chi,no doubts
After awhile it's much like having a frenemy
"Still havnt given up your chi,(name)?""still havnt defeated oogway,kai?"
Its can go back and forth like this for a very long time,which it usually ends with you slipping through solid matter to escape
It gets to the point whether hes unsure if he still wants to take your chi
It would give him so much raw power but hes grown...fond of you
Which he hates to admit and probally wont
Once you become acquaintances tho it will turn into sparring seasons often
He brings his jombies out every so often to spice things up
He likes how smoothly you execute your kung fu moves/attacks
However in the end he still technically got what he wanted,just differently
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Fairytale-Astrology Notes
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
ââââââ âąă ⥠ăâą ââââââ
Venus at 2°, 14°, 26° degrees makes the native very beautiful naturally, you are very charming and romantic đč
Jupiter at 7°, 19° degrees could be a blessing to beauty. You might be very pretty and might be involved into beauty in life (such as jobs, hobbies that implies beauty and art) đ
Venus at 10°, 22° degrees, makes the person very serious about relationships, attracted to vintage things, glamour and amor, wanting serious partners, having amazing glow-ups and very good fashion style
Venus at 11°, 23° degrees, they have something that makes them unique from the rest of the world, attractive features, mesmerizing eyes, friendships forever with those people, very attractive lips and face expressions
Mercury in the 3rd/11th house is that type of person who is very interested in drama and wants to know more and get deep into it (it may not apply to all but you may tend you like drama/scandals)
Mercury positively aspecting Jupiter gives a high vocabulary to the native and can be very analytical to words, it also gives you a very good mind power
Uranus harshly aspecting Moon it can mean that the native can go through multiple stages of moods, they can switch of very fast and these people can also feel when you switch your mood while being with them
Uranus - Sun aspects: Radiating a very rebellious energy, having your own rules and the crave for wanting to live the life how you want to be not how others want you to live, standing up for themselves, powerful, magnetic
Saturn making an harmonious aspect with Venus: You can have very beautiful face and body features and a great bone structure, also when you have glow-ups you shine even brighter, you are like the eternal flame of youthfulness
Saturn making an harsh aspect with Venus: The Native can have a very prominent part of the body who makes the native shine or to be recognized about, you have your own rules when it comes to dress codes. The love life might come with some lessons for you but is coming with a purpose, to discover and find someone who loves you for real
Saturn and Mars aspects: You can have very strong muscles, if you are working on getting a good body the muscles can be a good part to start with
Mars - Sun aspects are kinda the same like Saturn and Mars aspects but here it can also make your abdomen stronger and a good body appearance, these aspects especially at men makes them to stay out without the t-shirt on...
Mars - Uranus aspects are very kinky people and can have many kinks related to physical body, they might have a kink about a certain zone of the body or that certain zone might turn them up
Moon making an harmonious aspect with Venus: The native can be very charming and might attract a lot of eyes upon them. Is a very enchanting placement to have, it gives you numerous talents and gifts , also can be very gentle and gracious đ€
Moon in Sagittarius might be that type of person who can't stop laughing even in serious times đ
Moon in Taurus is that type of person who stalks their exes after a breakup because they still love them somehow.đș
Moon in Scorpio is that type of person who can stay loyal to you until you do them dirty and they will probably delete you from existence đ
Moon in Virgo is that type of person who gets sceptical about someone they are like "I feel something is wrong with that person" and people don't believe them but after 2-3 days truth comes up and the feelings they had for that person were true.
Pluto - Mars aspects are very intense aspects to have, it gives the native a very alluring energy and aura around them and they might end up with people crushing for them
Pluto - Venus aspects are hard to understand sometimes, they love very hard and seek for feeling the true love but it comes with challenges and many lessons
Pluto - Sun aspects make the native very rebellious and independent, they have their own rules and make their own rules, they have a very strong mindset and personality
Pluto - Neptune aspects are very strong spiritually and subconsciously, they can often find themselves in situations of 'Deja Vu' and it feels like their subconscious tries to guide them to the good path of their life
Asteroid Eros [433] making an aspect with Mars: The native can be very romantic and sensual, they are sexual and intimidating, wants to bed with you 24/7, addiction to sexual energies
Asteroid Eros [433] making an aspect with Sun: The native can be obsessed with themselves and would like people to admire them, these natives might love to look a lot in the mirrors, they are beautiful and they know it đ
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Asteroid Eros [433] making an aspect with Jupiter, Jupiter expands their romantic side and these natives can often find themselves flirting or talking seductively, they can also have big hopes for their love life, and good luck in finding the perfect partner
Asteroid Eros [433] in the 1st/10th house might attract a lot of eyes on them because of their appearance might be very enchanting to the public eye
Asteroid Eros [433] in the 7th house can be obsessed over relationships and might always want to find that kind of true love, people can project into those natives very often due to their nature and personality. But these people tend to be very romantic and gentle
Asteroid Ceres [1] in Scorpio loves physical touch and they usually need to touch something to feel safe. Ceres in Scorpio is also a very powerful placement to have because you nurture your soul with pleasure and love but physical touch is the thing your soul might like the most
ââââââ âąă ⥠ăâą ââââââ
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast
ââââââ âąă ⥠ăâą ââââââ
As i always say, if you feel this doesn't reasonate with you...make sure to check your sidereal chart for deeper understanding and also the persona chart of that specific planet/asteroid you're interested in. đ Have an enchanting day, with love Harmoonix â€ïž
2023Âź.Harmoonix
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Hiro Hamada + Artist reader
Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader (no pronouns used)
He definitely asks you to draw him
Mostly to just get on your nerves but still-
Heâd still want you to draw him even if itâs mostly all jokes and stuff
And if ur here reading this then ur most likely the artist of the family )
I see u
Anyway, he loves all your drawings
Heâs always complimenting them and stuff
And if youâre into painting and stuff then he loves it even more
Honestly I kinda hc him as an artist too
And not like a young art prodigy way
But in a cringe 2012 tumblr art way
Just cuz heâs smart doesnât mean heâs good at art đ)
He mostly just draws mecha suits and his projects and stuff
He also just draws u and him with that one anime art style everyone had in the beginning of their art journey
Beautiful đ/s
He always leaves these drawings in ur backpack/bag man
U just wanna open up ur binder or notebook? Well jumpscare cuz of the whiplash those horrendous ass drawing broski be making.
Most cursed thing everâŠ
U can never escape
Anyway
Going back to him wanting to be drawn
U do draw him at some point, just not w much effort
Atleast thatâs the one you actually give him
And he put it in his phone case to display itđ
True romance guys
Anyway, he ended up finding out you actually draw him /srs and not /j
And bc heâs super nosey once he sees ur sketchbook he just open that shi up
So when he skips through a few pages
Low and behold those beautiful ass masterpieces
Either that or u unknowingly accidentally left a drawing of hiro behind and cass saw them
She was so proud and impressed by u that she showed hiro
Regardless of either scenario,
Hiro never thought he could be perceived as good looking but heâs not complainin
Then here comes living hell
He gets a huge ass ego and starts teasing u
Stops cuz u started ignoring him đ
Eventually apologizes but only agrees to fully drop it if u give him one of those scrumptious drawings of him
Heâs so annoying đ€(cute đ€)
Eventually tries to casually bring it up but when u press behind his and knees and trip him randomly he knows to drop it
Embarrassing đ€
But yea pookie bear loves your drawings
Real message sent to you by hiro, said in the third person)
Extra - def the type to draw cursed drawings of him as super buff or sum carrying u or vise versa w u as super buff and him all kawaii and shi
Timbers and shivered â
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A/n: hope you liked :))
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One year of my obsession with LBFAD | CLJ
This is a rather long post about my anniversary and a little about my addiction, so nothing special and you might not even be interesting it.
From 7th to 13th February (somewhere in this period) is the day since exactly a year ago I touched this beautiful love story that captivated me to the depths of my soul. CLJ | LBFAD opened up in me the desire to try, experiment, search, study, create.
LBFAD is more than just a c-drama to me, and it will always remain the most special thing for me. CLJ is like first love - many things happened with me for the first time. I've met a lot of great people I never would have met, on social media I've never been on before, and making posts I've never made before. Just as the tree of the seven senses DFQC was resurrected, so everything in me was resurrected, and even and it sprouted that which I never noticed in myself. THEY taught me to be brave and not be afraid to seem stupid or funny, that's why I'm making this post (and there are probably a lot of mistakes in this post, but I don't care anymore lol)
Since my obsession, over 42+ fan art have been created, and I don't plan on stopping. Because, thanks to this, I discovered some of my own style, some of my own techniques and methods, and which I still discover over and over again by drawing THEM. I'm currently drawing one art, in a rather unusual format, so I hope you will like it.
And I've been on Tumblr for less than a year, but I feel at home here. Therefore, thanks to all those who show interest in my blog and with it support me. You all have no idea how much I appreciate this!â€ïžđ„čđ
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ayo do you have any tips on how to like your own art a bit more ? im currently like. my least favorite artist ever and the whole idea of being ur own fav artist is an anomaly to me đ either way I'm really happy for you tho !!!! congrats on becoming proud of ur amazing art <33
silkys tips on liking your own art more
stop having unfair expectations, both externally from other ppl and your own. if all your mind can do is doodle and scribble, instead of forcing yourself to work on a big or polished drawing, doodle and scribble away; if you dont feel like drawing a certain subject, draw whatever feels fun. art shouldnt be a chore. and if someone judges you for drawing whatever you want yoy should. ea t them
cringe culture isnt real
EXPERIMENT!!! experiment!!! experiment !! try new things!! new brushes or new effects or new textures or mediums, youd be surprised how many times i hated a work and after trying out new things on it, it actually turned out amazing and i gained more appreciation for it instead of scrapping it and throwing it in the reject pile
DONT compare yourself to anyone else. that one is hard to do, and it might take some time and mental effort to overcome, but once i stopped comparing myself to my favourite artists, and just enjoyed and consumed their art without any other feelings attached to them, i started seeing the same stuff i loved in their art in my OWN art without negatively comparing myself to them....
....which brings me to this point. seek artists you love and dont stop yourself from becoming inspired by them and their style. i wouldnt be here today if i didnt constantly gush over a cool subject, composition, design, colour choices, etc etc. every artstyle is unique and made from countless other artstyles which in turn are made from even more countless other artstyles and i find that beautiful <3
these worked for me at least, hope one (or more) of these can help someone out there!! its possible to love your own art and its a wonderful feeling i think everyone on this damn earthe should experience
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BAE IâM ABT TO ABSOLUTELY GO OFFFFFFG
So Fan!Izu is also plaguing my mind⊠Fan!izu x Artist!reader?? Imagine??? It starts in maybe middleschoolâŠIzu discovers Readers Art account full of All might and they connect over their shared love for himâŠthis friendship thing continues for a few years but they loose contact when reader deletes their art blog seemingly out of nowhereâŠso then thereâs a time skip until heâs a pro and Reader has a rather successful gallery of exclusively hero paintingsâŠfeeling themselves drawn to Deku (crazyyy imagine that) and painting him all the timeâŠan especially big painting of Deku alongside Allmight is being displayed by them right now..clearly visible through a huge window in the front of the building
So now the fun part
Izu is on Patrol, or even better in a heavy fight, he swings by while doing god knows what and spots the painting and suddenly the world stops, he recognized this styleâŠeverything comes clashing back on him, the late nights of talking and making up theories about all might and all the intimate conversations they sharedâŠhow they opened up to eachother and everything, while he is distracted the villain gets in a nasty hit
Reader being the hero fanatic they are has been following the fight hidden inside (has no idea that Izu is their ex online friend situating thing) conveniently possesses a healing quirk and quickly rushes outside..maybe recovery girls grand child or something (YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGG???) but their quirk works a little âšdifferentâšso they have to kiss him specifically on the lips and as soon as their eyes meet they just pause and stare, both their eyes widening
But they have no time to process this- as there is still a villain going about their shenanigans so reader Just smashes their lips together and Izu goes to fight and win and bam reunion
I be writing whole fics in your Requests I donât even know what to do with myselfđ
Iâm sorryđ«¶đ»
#đą„ izuku anon
IZU ANONNNN I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU!!!!
this is such a beautiful idea!! i want to eat you!!! /pos
you were fairly small in the art community back in middle schoolâ which resulted in little to no commissions.
butâ there was this one boy who absolutely ADORED all of your all might fan art!! after you finished one drawing for him, heâd commission another.
you had to let him know that heâs allowed to basically buy in bulkâ plus the bulk prices wouldnât tear up his wallet!! thoughâ he was always happy to pay you extra. he insisted, even.
with all of these interactions, it led to a friendship!! you would talk about all mightâs recent battles, general interests, school, etc. of course, you never brought up quirks. you felt that there was no reason to! plus yours wasâŠâŠ.. interesting, to say the least.
the friendship started at the beginning of middle school and lasted until the end of it.. before you just,,, disappeared.
and you went years without talkingâ years without the video chats and voice memos. years without the hero conspiracy theories. years without late night embarrassing stories. justâ years without each other.
he didnât know why you left and it hurt him. he mourned for years over the loss of your friendship. why didnât you tell him you were leaving? why didnât you try to contact him again? what happened? were you hurt? did you⊠die? he cried over this.
and he had fantasies of meeting you again one day. he made up scenarios of him saving you from dangerâ or of him just randomly running into you while he was patrolling during his work studies. or you just finding him. heâd fall asleep to these, hoping that theyâd come true.
one lucky (sort of?) day, izuku was thrown through your galleryâ glass shards flew everywhere.
for a moment, you paused. everything disappeared and it was as if only he existed. âizuku?â you whispered. his previously closed eyes shot open.
he looked at youâ he lookedâ surprised? hurt? happy? confused? it was like he was going through the five stages of greif exceptâ instead of greif itâs whatever the hell thatâs going on between you two.
izuku rushed to get up but, he couldnâtâ he could hardly sit up. he was bleeding an awful lot.
âdonât get up! youâre hurt!â you kneeled and pushed him to lay down. âwhere have youâ what?â he held his injury, there was a large piece of steel in his side. âi said donât get up! you have a damn piece of steel in your side izu!â you panickedâ should you take it out and heal him? but that wouldâ oh god that would be embarrassing. but, itâd save him⊠maybe you should just suck it up and do it?
âbite on this.â you reached for the silk painting next to you and shoved it in his mouth. his eyes widened, realizing what you were about to do. you pulled the steel out of him and watched the blood nearly gush outâ
you leaned close to him, were you really going to do this? i meanâ itâs part of your quirk so, it shouldnât be weird, right? and, even so, itâs just a kiss. a kiss on the lips. a kiss that would definitely make an already weird situation,,, weirder⊠but, itâs to helpâ so you just suck it up.
âiâm sorry,â you took the silk from his mouth and kissed himâ the kiss was longer than what your quirk called for⊠but, extra measures??? yeahâŠâŠ..
his injury healed quick, thankfully. there was still fighting outside. the villainâs yells caught izukuâs attention. realizing that he was, in fact, still taking down a bad guy with his partners. âiâm going to be back. donât disappear again. please?â you nodded.
and just like he saidâ he was back. it was past dark now, your window was able to be restored by a sidekick with a reversal quirk. he was happy to see that. âhi,â was all izuku said when he walked through the door. he looked both anxious and excited. âhi,â you breathed out, this was kind of scary.
he looked around your gallery while making his way towards you. there were various portraits of himself. ranging from traditional, digital, abstract, realism, mosaic, and silk. he was both flattered and impressed.
he reached you and stared. taking in the fact that you were actually here.
âwhy did you leave?â izuku asked after a long silence.
âwell itâs not like i wanted to⊠art was just something my parents didnât want me to do⊠and they took it all away, i guess.â he frowned a bit, how could a parent not support their childâs ambitions? it appalled him that they didnât.
âdid you try finding me again?â he asked. he remembers the countless hours he spent searching for you. âi did andâ i was able to find you.â âthen why didnât you reach out?â his face, his expressionâ it was gut wrenching. âi thought you wouldâve hated me so i just⊠didnât.â he looked bewildered. as if you just said something so heinous and unforgiving. âi wouldnâtâ i wouldnât have hated you,â izukuâs eyes were watery. âiâm sorry, izu.â he shook his head no, âi understand, okay? you donât need to apologize.â he sniffled.
the tension was nearly suffocatingâ you didnât know how to respond. i meanâ what do you say to that?
izuku noticed the obvious anxiety you had.
âso uhm⊠deku is a cool hero, from what iâve heard,â he joked. then you remembered the multiple pieces you had of himâ you wanted to die.
âoh god,â you groaned in embarrassment and covered your face. izuku smiled and uncovered your face, âyour art is really amazing.â was he trying to kill you? likeâ his smile?? heâs so pretty??? how can a guy be so pretty?? genuinely, heâs so much prettier in real life than in picturesâ itâs ridiculous.
âuhm how about we catch up? maybe over uhm dinner tomorrow?â izuku asked, his face was flushed redâ again, heâs ridiculously pretty. âiâd love that.â
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some notes for 20.09.2023 post and a separate cut out for utena because i spent a very long time rendering her ...
the original concept i had in my head for this art was very different. it was just supposed to be a style study of this an official anime prop design art, and i'd thought to draw anthy in a similar pose across from her like in the shown version, but with her wearing her prince outfit from the manga. something something another form of female competition under the patriarchyyy stop pitting 2 girlprinces against each other omg etc
(side note, how sick would it have been in an AU where akio made anthy fight against utena in the ring? like i dont think it would hav added more to the story or made it better really ... probably would've diluted the message to be honest ... but everytime i see that manga art of prince anthy i imagine some convoluted black rose arc AU where utenas dodging anthy getting her hair hacked off left and right like himemiyaaa nooo snap out of it this isnt uuu while anthys silent and dead eyed hahaha)
but then after i drew prince anthy, the picture looked rather empty ... so i thought to add a few decals or borders in the style of the show & official arts but aaahh ... there was still too much negative space. i had to scrap anthy's prince outfit and put her back in her rose bride dress đ man !!! he cant keep getting away this !!! [blames akio the figurehead of patriarchy instead of taking responsibility of my own actions] which made me sad because i was pretty satisfied with the way i drew her pose and legs ! but i had to cover it up đ„Č ...
the composition overall looked better though. and then after that it kept spiraling. i just kept adding more and more things until i lost control of this drawing and it plagued my WIP folder for months ... i dont want to try and connect all of it in words so ill just lay out all the pieces for you so you can connect them yourself. and you can experience my art thought process in fraction of erraticity and frustration as i experience it myself. this is a lot neater than what happened in my head though because i bothered to put it in order. honestly if i can make you feel a little bit insane trying to scroll through and read all this than i can make you understand how annoying my brain is when all i wanted to draw was utenanthy girlprinces fighting
starting references & inspiration: utena prop reference sheet & manga prince!anthy
the tower & the lovers tarot
above: the lovers as depicted in the tarot of marseilles deck, tarocco bolognese deck, & tarocco piemontese deck
the lovers (tarot card) wikipedia:
The Lovers is associated with the star sign Gemini, and indeed is also known as The Twins in some decks. Other associations are with Air, Mercury, and the Hebrew letter Ś (Zayin).
In the Rider Waite deck, the imagery for this card is changed significantly from the traditional depiction.
Instead of a couple receiving a blessing from a noble or cleric, the RiderâWaite deck depicts Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
a.e. waite, the pictorial key to the tarot, part III, section 3, no.6:
UPRIGHT: Attraction, love, beauty, trials overcome
REVERSED: Failure, foolish designs. Another account speaks of marriage frustrated and contrarieties of all kinds
a.e. waite, the pictorial key to tarot, part II, VI. the lovers:
In the foreground are two human figures, male and female, unveiled before each other, as if Adam and Eve when they first occupied the paradise of the earthly body. Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it. The figures suggest youth, virginity, innocence and love before it is contaminated by gross material desire. This is in all simplicity the card of human love, here exhibited as part of the way, the truth and the life. It replaces, by recourse to first principles, the old card of marriage, which I have described previously, and the later follies which depicted man between vice and virtue. In a very high sense, the card is a mystery of the Covenant and Sabbath.
The suggestion in respect of the woman is that she signifies that attraction towards the sensitive life which carries within it the idea of the Fall of Man, but she is rather the working of a Secret Law of Providence than a willing and conscious temptress. It is through her imputed lapse that man shall arise ultimately, and only by her can he complete himself. The card is therefore in its way another intimation concerning the great mystery of womanhood.
going off of the rider-waite tarot deck: the pictorial key to the tarotâbiddytarot's interpretation of the lovers:
UPRIGHT: Love, harmony, relationships, values alignment, choices
REVERSED: Self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values
In its purest form, The Lovers card represents conscious connections and meaningful relationships. The arrival of this card in a Tarot reading shows that you have a beautiful, soul-honoring connection with a loved one.
[...] The Lovers is a card of open communication and raw honesty. Given that the man and woman are naked, they are both willing to be in their most vulnerable states and have learned to open their hearts to one another and share their truest feelings.
[...] On a more personal level, The Lovers card represents getting clear about your values and beliefs. You are figuring out what you stand for and your philosophy. Having gone through the indoctrination of The Hierophant, you are now ready to establish your belief system and decide what is and what is not essential to you. Itâs time to go into the big wide world and make choices for yourself, staying true to who you are and being authentic and genuine in all your endeavors.
At its heart, The Lovers is about choice. The choice about who you want to be in this lifetime, how you connect with others and on what level, and about what you will and wonât stand for. To make good choices, you need to be clear about your personal beliefs and values â and stay true to them. Not all decisions will be easy either. The Lovers card is often a sign that you are facing a moral dilemma and must consider all consequences before acting. Your values system is being challenged, and you are being called to take the higher path, even if it is difficult. Do not carry out a decision based on fear or worry or guilt or shame. Now, more than ever, you must choose love â love for yourself, love for others and love for the Universe. Choose the best version of yourself.
Finally, The Lovers card encourages you to unify dual forces. You can bring together two parts that are seemingly in opposition to one another and create something that is âwholeâ, unified and harmonious. In every choice, there is an equal amount of advantage and disadvantage, opportunity and challenge, positive and negative. When you accept these dualities, you build the unity from which love flows.
the tower (tarot card) wikipedia:
The Tower is widely associated to danger, crisis, sudden change, destruction, higher learning, and liberation. In the RiderâWaite deck, the top of The Tower is a crown, which symbolizes materialistic thought being bought cheap, downcast.
a.e. waite, the pictorial key to the tarot, part III, section 3, no.16:
UPRIGHT: Misery, distress, indigence, adversity, calamity, disgrace, deception, ruin. It is a card in particular of unforeseen catastrophe
REVERSED: According to one account, the same in a lesser degree also oppression, imprisonment, tyranny
(the wikipedia included a.e. waite's upright meanings, but i have no idea where they got the reversed meanings)
going off of the rider-waite tarot deck: the pictorial key to the tarotâbiddytarot's interpretation of the tower:
UPRIGHT: Sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening
REVERSED: Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster
The Tower shows a tall tower perched on the top of a rocky mountain. Lightning strikes set the building alight, and two people leap from the windows, head first and arms outstretched. It is a scene of chaos and destruction.
The Tower itself is a solid structure, but because it has been built on shaky foundations, it only takes one bolt of lightning to bring it down. It represents ambitions and goals made on false premises.
The lightning represents a sudden surge of energy and insight that leads to a break-through or revelation. It enters via the top of the building and knocks off the crown, symbolizing energy flowing down from the Universe, through the crown chakra. The people are desperate to escape from the burning building, not knowing what awaits them as they fall.
[...] The best way forward is to let this structure self-destruct so you can re-build and re-focus. [...] with a card like The Tower, you have no choice but to surrender to the destruction and chaos, no matter how unwanted or painful
[...] After a Tower experience, you will grow stronger, wiser and more resilient as you develop a new perspective on life you did not even know existed.Â
infant stars taken by NASA hubble
used in the background overlay of akio's tower
star birth | cool cosmos:
Stars form from the simplest of building blocks - huge clouds of gas and dust that permeate the Galaxy.
[...] While these big clouds of dust and gas lay dormant for many millions and perhaps billions of years, eventually some of them are disturbed. This can happen gradually, maybe caused by the approach of one of the Milky Way's spiral arms as it slowly sweeps around the center of the galaxy, or it can be a sudden event, like a nearby supernova explosion that blasts a shockwave through the cloud. Either way, a small increase in the pressure and density of the cloud forms knots in the gas and dust that eventually collapse under their own gravity, pulling more and more of the surrounding material in, and forming the stellar "seeds" known as protostars.
From Protostar to Star: As the clouds collapse, they start to rotate, and, like a spinning skater pulling in her arms, each of these seed protostars begins to spin faster the more it collapses. The material falling towards the protostar flattens out into a rotating disk of dust and gas encircling the central core. The protostar warms up, as the potential energy of the material falling in is converted into kinetic energy, but it has not yet ignited to form a fully-fledged star.
For the next few million years, the protostar's gravity pulls in more material from the surrounding cloud into its disk. That disk transports the gas and dust onto the protostar, causing the protostar to grow. The increase in mass causes the gravitational field of the protostar to increase and so even more material is pulled into the disk. The addition of more material, in turn, increases the gravitational field even further, pulling in more material, and so on, creating a feedback loop that keeps the whole process going.
[...] The density and temperature of the protostar keep climbing higher and higher, until eventually the core grows to about one tenth the size of our Sun, and becomes hot and dense enough for hydrogen nuclei to spontaneously stick together to form helium, in a process called nuclear fusion. At that instant, the core ignites, and the new star is born. Meanwhile, in the disk, clumps of material have been forming, which are the seeds of new planets. These seeds sweep up material in the disk in a process called accretion, forming the planets of a new solar system.
Once the star has started nuclear fusion, the heat and wind from the infant star begin to blast the gas and dust away, creating a cavity in the cloud. As more and more matter gets funneled onto the star from the disk, the star gets larger and larger, causing it to push harder and harder against the cloud and the disk, enlarging the cavity, vaporizing the disk, and halting the growth of planets.
deadheading (flowers) wikipedia:
Deadheading is the horticultural practice of removing spent flowers from ornamental plants.
Deadheading is a widespread form of pruning, since fading flowers are not as appealing and direct a lot of energy into seed development if pollinated. The goal of deadheading is thus to preserve the attractiveness of the plants in beds, borders, containers and hanging baskets, as well as to encourage further blooming. Deadheading flowers with many petals, such as roses, peonies, and camellias prevents them from littering.
[...] Ornamental plants that do not require deadheading are those that do not produce a lot of seed or tend to deadhead themselves [...] if the plant bears attractive seeds or fruits, deadheading is normally avoided
ladybird, ladybug, lady beetle: scientific name "coccinellidae" wikipedia:
Etymology: [...] The common English name ladybird originated in Britain where the insects became known as "Our Lady's birds". Mary ("Our Lady") was often depicted wearing a red cloak in early art, and the seven spots of the species Coccinella septempunctata (the most common in Europe) were said to represent her seven joys and seven sorrows.
Trophic Roles: Coccinellids act both as predators, prey and parasitic hosts in food webs. The majority of coccinellids are carnivorous and predatory. [...] Cannibalism has been recorded in several species; which includes larvae eating eggs or other larvae, and adults feeding on individuals of any life stage.
Defense: The bright warning colouration of many coccinellids discourage potential predators, warning of their toxicity [...] Species with more contrast with the background environment tended to be more toxic. Coccinellid haemolymph (blood) contains toxic alkaloids, azamacrolides and polyamines, as well as foul-smelling pyrazines. Coccinellids can produce at least 50 types of alkaloids. When disturbed, ladybirds further defend themselves with reflex bleeding, exuding drops from their tibio-femoral (knee) joints, effectively presenting predators with a sample of their toxic and bitter body fluid.
despite said being named after the lady virgin mary they are known to be promiscuous breeders, who's habits have been documented to result in epidemics of sexually transmitted infection in large populations, subject to various academic studies
lyric from lady oscar's theme song "the rose perishes beautifully"
ok there was more but its been like 8 hours it turns out trying to put my thoughts into words even if its just a bunch of copy pasting is even more annoying than just thinking them im ending this post đ
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HI omg i jus followed you cause your art is soâŠ. amazing????? itâs so pretty???3??? gorgeous?????2?? idk how to describe it, but absolutely majestic bro!1!!! your art style is literally everythinf 10/10 would eat. no but fr your art is sooo pretty and i lobe the way you draw chuuya oh mygod. every time i see your drawings on my timeline im just in awe cause. omg. beautiful drawing???2?? your art shakes the very foundations of the universe for real. iâm sorry if this seems dramatic or too much but your art is so good im sorry itâs just really awesome your so cool man
screaming crying throwing up IM ACTUALLY SOBBING RN WTFâŠâŠâŠ..STOP STOP UR TOO SWEET WTFđđđ
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do you know any blogs with actually unique tavs? Like yours? This may sound rude, but it's not my intention! But some tav's are looking very much alike or look like they use tiktok..
Hello! Personally I love all Tavs/durges/ocs and think they are all unique, even if some may look similar, it just means it is a good design and good taste ;)
As for my favourite tavs/durges/ocs, I really love these blogs:
@haarleps - so many amazing and unique ocs, I really love Freyr and Nyx <3
@cheekylittlepupp - MIRA, MIRA IS VERY BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HER
@anderwelt - Ceres and Tae are some of the most unique looking ocs Iâve seen, and their newest designs look soooo good <3
@mercymaker - Malayne - drow oc that is incredibly hot, like she is so mother
@vspin - TavâLyn - Another Drow oc that I am in love with and is also very mother I love her so much
@korcariiwitch - VelâwynâŠ.ANOTHER Drow oc that is incredibly hot and I am also in love with (are you seeing a pattern here yet?)
@julietvoid - I love their oc Naenia so much and have a huge crush on her like her scales, her hair, her eyes, EVERYTHING I wanna give her a big kiss
@honeysulani - Oak is the hottest green dude Iâve ever seen and Iâm obsessed with his design it is so cottage core to me
@elminsters - Eurydice is incredibly gorgeous and we need to see more of her, once I stop procrastinating my Tav edits this weekend Iâll eventually get to her and Iâm so excited đ (also the story of Eurydice and Orpheus in Greek mythology always makes me cry so her name has a special place in my heart)
@stinkrascal - SOOOOO many beautiful and unique ocs, u just have to go take a look like fr go do it rn, but I have to say Aza is one of my fav designs
@bhaalbaaby - PENELOPE and HELE!!!! that is all I have to say đđ
@tadpole-apocalypse I FORGOR TO ADD beautiful, amazing, incredible, show stopping art work of their OC Morgan and their art style is so unique I love it
I also remembered I had a similar ask to this one and mentioned pretty much the same blogs and also some extra ones! I didnât want to tag too many people again just so I donât annoy them, so I just tagged the blogs I see regularly posting oc content/the OCs I have a big huge giant crush on đ
If you are a Tav/durge/oc blog, reply as well so I can add you to the list! I always love discovering new blogs <3
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The canvases arenât even safe đ they used the Boroque era as reference for their search engines. Like Iâm losing my shit constantly over ai art so bad. Like this is totally gonna be a rant so forgive me but itâs driving up the WALLS. Ai art being readily available is killing the incentive for people to be creative. I cannot tell you how many times I think Iâve found a really cool fellow artist on tiktok and then see #midjourney. I take psychic damage every time that happens to me. And Iâm starting to see it infiltrating business too where they generate ai images instead of hire photographers. I also saw someone selling tshirts with ai art on it at my local farmers market. MOTHERFUCKER THE FARMERS MARKET??? HAVE YOU NO SHAME????
NAW PREACH IT cause its become a nagging issue for me for a while that i simply try to not think about and dwell on but dear FUCKING god is it everywhere and it's painfully obvious too! just about every ad takes me 3 seconds to find damning evidence that its ai and im 99% ready to just delete facebook bc #1 i dont give a fuck abt anyone on there anymore and #2 Literally every other post is the most deplorable ai shit ive ever seen that everyone is carelessly oblivious to i mean total abominations that don't make any sense as an image but ppl share bc its the most bottom of the barrel ''relatable'' shit and that's just the sad reality of it is most people don't even give a shit what they're looking at as long as it looks pretty to their eyes for 3 seconds they don't give a damn
and that's just on basic everyday world shit like u said there's so many mfs i think are decent artists where i legitimately cant tell its ai until i read their fuckshit bio or somethin, like that midjourney i didnt even know it was an ai program i would've just thought it was the name of a video game or some shit! like I feel like I'm kinda turning my back on the whole art community involuntarily bc i just dont trust any image i see most of the time and its fukkin sad i ESPECIALLY feel for the real artists prior to this shitshow who have art styles that now look so much like ai that they basically hijacked to feed the machine like I couldn't imagine spending thousands of dollars on an art college and hours of practice just for your art style to be The Blueprint for empty soulless photos cranked out at inhuman rates by any stupid fucking lazy ass clown like Fuck Man it all sucks so much and the worst part is I just feel like it's one of those things where it will not stop until Something caves and i honestly dont know which one it will be but i just know its only going to get worse idk i try to remember that i can pick up a paintbrush or even whatever the hell i want and make something beautiful while 98% of these ai sacks of shit are just limited to stealing other peoples art on the internet and they couldn't even paint a damn flower if their lives depended on it and if i was stuck on a deserted island I'd probably still find ways to make art with whatever tools and resources i have cause that's an artist baybay but as far as The Internet and its grasp it has on the world and trying to make it as a digital artist and trying to make money from your homemade artwork is very grim man and dont even get me started on art and artists in just about every job field rn my heart goes out to them
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I think I have made my final decision in regards to HB. I wonât abandon the show entirely, BUT, I will be focusing on fan content from now on.
You know you have a bad show when the fan works are better than the actual show.
Yeah, Iâve failed to mention - itâs not just the creator who is everything wrong with the show. Itâs the writing. But because sheâs IN CHARGE of the writing, well, thatâs why it sucks. The show wouldâve been better if she wasnât involved at all. It could have been in the hands of people who arenât morally bankrupt. It could be in the hands of better writers who could take her initial ideas and make a better story out of it. But none of that will happen. And itâs because of her. Itâs because of her the show sucks. đ Beautiful art cannot save bad writing.
This isnât the only show to have this problem, either - Miraculous Ladybug and the once-good Star Vs are two other examples. Not because the creators are human scum, mind you, but because the writing was bad.
Granted, HB isnât Velma levels of terrible, either, and I doubt Hazbin will be, butâŠshould we REALLY watch Hazbin this Friday? I donât think we shouldâŠand the more Iâve thought about it, the more Iâve decided to just read what paid critics have to say. I doubt itâs gonna be good. Itâll be a âhitâ in terms of views but with scathing reviews, like a blockbuster movie thatâs terrible. The art and animation are the only good things about it - and, well, the music will slap too because at least Vile Viv isnât in charge of THAT.
Thereâs a reason views have declined for HB, and itâs for two reasons: more and more fans realize how morally bankrupt Viv is, and former fans got sick of the shitty writing. The third is a combination of both.
Iâve known the writing wasnât solid forâŠmore than a year now. But I kept watching with the hope that itâd get better. Then I began to feel ashamed for liking this show as it became increasingly apparent that itâs not cool to like it anymore especially as itâs become known fact that Vile Viv is a monster. As its unpopularity increases and fans stop becoming fans, I felt frustrated and ashamed. I tried separating art from artist for years with this show, but nobody else seemed to be capable of doing it, and since both art AND artist are bad in this case, wellâŠitâs time to let go.
Then I realized that fanfic has better writing than the show, and fans have better ideasâŠso fanworks are my loophole. Hate the canon? Thereâs fanworks out there that repair everything. Even Iâve got my own ideas for how I personally would have written Unhappy Campers.
I will not credit Vile Viv for any inspiration behind the way I draw some of my charactersâŠtbh I think Kendraws is more responsible for that anyway, given how they re-designed Cherri Bomb. The art style of Vivâs cartoons are beautiful. I wish she was a better person who listened to criticism and knew how to actually write. I wished sheâd get fired from her own shows so that they could continue in better hands.
But what we need right now is her blacklisting from the animation industry entirely.
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combined dunkirkrry & hs1 omg ahhh this is a special one bc i have SUCH a soft spot for these two eras
previous parts from this series can be found here!
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harrysfinsta Y/N graduated and I had to take her on a trip to celebrate. Donât know anyone else who wouldâve been able to double major and graduate with honors, all while following their silly boyfriend as he chases his dream across the world. Sheâs just too smart for her own good; I never stood a chance.
Iâm so lucky to love you, and to be loved by you. Iâm so lucky to get to exist in a world where you constantly grace me with your infinite wisdom, knowledge, and wit. Proud of you everyday, but especially on a day like today.
Congratulations, sweet girl.
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yourinstagram youâre literally watching me cry at this caption right now this is so unfair i love you the absolute most!!!!!!!!!!! you know i wouldnât have been able to do this without you by my side đ ily ily ily forever forever forever
gemmastyles Who knew my brother could be this sweet? Congrats to the lovely graduate and have so much fun on your trip! So well-deserved for the both of you đ€
yourbff ok stop playing harry you made me cry⊠our girl is a GRADUATE đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
yourbff also is that a haircut i see????
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bffsfinsta HIS FACE
yourfinsta IVE BEEN DYING FOR THE PAST 30 MINS
harrysfinsta Alright, chill out!!!
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yourdad Still canât believe H is going to be in a Chris Nolan film! Weâre all so proud of him!
yourbff respect our troops.
yourinstagram so true đ«Ąđ«Ąđ«Ą
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bffsfinsta WHY ARE U NOT THERE WITH UR HOT ASS MAN AT HIS MOVIE PREMIERE.
yourfinsta I COULDNT GET OFF MY INTERNSHIP IM LOOKING AT UPDATES ON TWITTER GOING CRAZY
harrysfinsta I look good donât I?!
yourfinsta CONGRATULATIONS YOUâVE FINALLY DONE IT. YOUâVE KILLED ME
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yourinstagram what a joy itâs been to be by your side as you go back to doing the thing you love the most, on your own this time!! harry styles (the album, not the boyfriend) will officially be out everywhere at midnight tonight and i couldnât be more excited for the world to hear this beautiful boyâs art đđđđ
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harrystyles Itâs all for you, you bring me home, thank you.
yourbff oh good weâll finally get to hear the songs you wonât shut up about
yourinstagram and iâm not even the tiniest bit sorry about not shutting up this album is perfect in every way
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harrystyles Why are you posting on Instagram? Go get my coffee
yourinstagram ahhhh shiver me timbersđ you can wait for your coffee sir
yourmom My babies back out on the road! Stay safe!
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