#yes its a very weird garment but it LOOKS like a garment

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Zaros x Reader

Zaros is temporarily unable to lie.

For the sake of this fic, let's pretend alchemy and potions, etc exist in Zaros' world😭 Also, this gets suggestive towards the end (just a teensy bit nsfw), if you're uncomfortable with that you might wanna stop reading at the marked point or not read this at all!

I may write a second part for this, but I'm not sure. Lemme know if you guys want a part 2! I hope you enjoy! <3

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It was a quiet day, unusually so. That's only because ever since Zaros’ arrival to the palace, a peaceful day has not gone by. His mouth is never closed. He always has something to say and not a care for repercussions. It’s annoying, extremely annoying, and it flares both your anxiety and anger.

Yet, somehow the peace and quiet feels almost wrong. Do you perhaps miss him?

You shake the thoughts from your head. Nonsense. Why would you miss him? Though, it is strange you haven't seen him all day, maybe it would be best if you looked for him. Only for the credit of being an observant host of course, nothing else!

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You make your way to his door, slightly nervous to knock, but you do so anyways.

...

No answer. So, you knock again.

...

And again, there was no answer which is very unlike him. He may hate your guts but at the very least he’s polite enough to answer his door.

You scan the area for a quick moment, making sure you're all alone in the hallway, then press your ear to the door. How strange, not a soun-

"Can I help you my Earis?", a voice chime behind you.

You shout and turn to face its owner. A palace maid.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." She bows respectfully, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine." You sigh and placed a hand to your chest, "You just spooked me. It's alright."

"Apologies your highness. Is there anything I could help with?"

"Uhh no, I was just about to leave."

You swiftly turn to leave, desperate to get away from her. Then you stop at a realisation, maybe she knows where Zaros is.

"Actually," you turn to her, "Have you seen Sarl Zaros today?"

"He was in the garden earlier, my Earis. Though, I have no idea where he is now."

"Right, thank you. That'll be all"

You scurry off, unable to shake the embarrassment you felt. You know she'll keep her mouth shut, after all, if rumours are traced back to her it would cost her quite a lot, but the icky feeling still haunts you mind. What were you even thinking?

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You find yourself in the garden rather quickly, but there was no sign of his blonde hair or elegant garments. Just greenery and sunshine. That means there's one last place you may be able to find him, the library.

And sure enough, he's there.

You pick up a random book, not bothering to look at the colour or memorise the title, and take a seat across from him.

"Earis, how nice of you to join me." He mutters, barely, as if he didn't want to speak.

"Is it really? Or are you just saying that?"

"It is... nice." He grimaces but swiftly hides it with the books he's reading. Something about potions and remedies, since when is he interested in alchemy?

"Oh uh- I see" you reply awkwardly. One unusual occurrence after the other, he's never outright nice to you, especially when you're alone. He's always giving you an earful of how spoilt and sheltered you are. What suddenly changed?

The silence engulfs you both, he has his head stuck in his book and you, well you're still in shock staring at him.

"Are you going to keep staring?"

"What?" You snap out of your daze.

"You were staring."

"Oh, no I wasn’t! I just zoned out for a moment. Sorry."

A pathetic lie, he knows it too. He doesn't even honour it with a response, or even look up from his books.

God everything is so freaking weird today!

"Are you alright, Zaros?" You blurt out before you can think.

He finds your eyes finally.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing! I just- You don't seem like yourself today, I was just wondering if you're unwell."

He sighs, exasperated and tired.

"If you really must know, I was accidentally served a glass of wine containing an elixir of truth. I'm fine otherwise, I just need to get rid of its effects."

"Ahhh, hence the book. I was curious why you were reading that." The wheels in your head turned. He consumed an elixir of truth, which means he cannot lie. It’s no wonder he admitted your company was welcome earlier.

"Hmmm I didn’t think you were so keen about reproduction either my dear Earis.” He eyes the book laid out in front of you.

Confusion laced your expression as you looked down. The title hits you in the face like a brick. It reads

 “Reproductive Biology: Conception”

“Oh, dear god! No, I- I grabbed the wrong one!” Your face burnt of embarassment as you hurriedly returned the book to its shelf.

“Are you sure you didn’t just come here to find me then?” he chuckles at your dilemma.

You don’t answer, but no answer is still an answer. What an awful day! You turn to leave, having had enough of the awkwardness and embarrassment.

“Come sit with me.” He calls out to you, “It’d be rude of me to let you leave when you came all the way here to find me”

Reluctantly, you walked over to the table and sat with him.

“Did you miss me that much?” he pushed his book aside, casting his full attention onto you.

“Of course not, I just thought it was unusual that I haven’t seen you all day. That’s all.” You inform him, “Were you ignoring me on purpose?”

His expression shifts for a moment, but he catches it quickly.

“Why would I do that?” he dodged your question. “Did you miss me berating you?”

“I should’ve left when I had the chance.” You sigh and rest your forehead against you palm and he laughs.

“You’re the one who came all the way here to find me. It’s only fair that I have my assumptions.”

“Too bad they’re untrue.”

“Are they really?”

“You know what?” You retort, “If you want to ask so many questions, I propose a game.”

“A game? Go on, I’m listening.”

“We take turns asking each other questions and answer them truthfully. Not that you really have a choice anyways and I promise to be truthful as well.”

“You definitely have an unfair advantage, but I’m desperate for some entertainment, so I don’t see why not.” He leans forward, resting his face on his interlocked fingers. “Well then, I’ll go first. Did you come all the way here to find me?”

You sigh, “I did, but you already knew that, so why waste a question?”

“I wanted to hear you say it.” He smiled mischievously.

It started off tame, with harmless questions to tease each other. Pieces of memories from the past and truths to white lies once told, but as it progressed there was more than either of you bargained for.

(things get suggestive from here)

“Do you regret leaving all those years ago?”

“No, I don’t. Had I stayed, I wouldn’t know half the things I do now, and I wouldn’t experience the things I did. Besides, you made it clear you never wanted to see me again, I honoured your word for as long as I could.” His words only made your regret worse. “Do you regret being close to me back then?”

“No. Then, do you hate me for driving you away?”

His expression stiffens, and he just stares at you in shocked silence for a minute. “No, no I’ve never hated you. Do you hate me?”

“I could never bring myself to ever hate you. There’s too many memories attached to your face, fond ones that I cannot risk hating.”

“I see.” He murmured quietly.

“Did you think I hated you?”

“You did send me away and called me a leech. It felt kind of obvious. What about you? Did you think I hate you?

“Yes, and for some reason, it scared me. Did you… Did you ever forgive me for all the things I’ve said to you? They were awful, I know that now, and I'm... I'm sorry.”

“I did. As I said, I never hated you, and what good would it serve me to hate the person I lo- the person I grew up with.” He corrected himself. “Do you regret it? Sending me away.”

“Everyday for the past 8 years. I hoped you’d show up to every formal event we held, but you never did.”

“Wow are you sure you didn’t have some of my wine too?”

“Shut up. Did you think about me when you were gone?”

He tilts his head to the side slightly, “More than you’ll ever know.”

“How? What were you thinking?”

“Hold on now, you’re only allowed one question per turn. So I believe it’s my turn now. Did you think of me while I was gone?”

“Yes, I did.” You confessed quickly, “What were you thinking of when you thought of me?”

“So demanding. But I don’t think you want to know that, my sweet Earis.”

“It’s my turn, and that’s my question. If I did not wish to know, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Fine, but you asked for this. When I thought of you, I often reminisced of our time together in school. Other times, my thoughts of you were quite… inappropriate.”

Your ear perked up like a kitten. “Tell me more.” You demand.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes. Tell me everything.”

He leans back into his chair, “I thought of you when I was with others. That’s why I was never able to keep a partner.”

“Wha-“

“Every time I looked into their eyes I’d think of you, and I knew my adoration was never for them. Every time someone laid below me I’d close my eyes and imagine you instead. The thought of you and what we could’ve been followed me, haunted me, ate away at my very soul. I didn’t want anyone but you, despite my criticism, you are what I craved.” His eyes never left yours, every word, every truth he spoke made your bones feel soft and your stomach tie into an uncomfortable knot.

There should be another word that meant speechless beyond the word speechless, it would perfectly describe how you felt in that moment.

“Zaros I… uhm” Your face is undoubtably red, and you cannot bear to look him in the eyes anymore.

“My turn now, darling.” His body lifted from his seat, and he moved to sit next to you, so close you could smell the scent radiating off of him. “Did you think of me the same way I thought of you?”

You could lie, you could tell him you’ve never thought of him when you were with another and you can tell him you never thought of him when you touched yourself… but he was truthful and you should be too.

“I did” you whisper, barely enough for him to catch, being only a breath’s distance from you.

“Yeah, I thought as much.”

Your information processing is cut short when his lips landed on yours and a warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes widen only to flutter shut. His hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist, desperately pulling you closer. You hold onto his arms for support, too engulfed in this feverish kiss to think of anything. He kissed you like a starving man, he kissed you with 8 years’ worth of longing and every second was deliciously eager-filled and greedy. When he finally pulls away you’re gasping for breath. Your fingers are still gripping into his biceps and his, your waist. He tugs you closer, a silent plea for more.

His breath was warm on your face, and your body felt hot. His body felt hot. There was a sense of urgency in the air, and the world around you faded away again when his lips met yours. Your chest is pressed up against him while he pushes your back into the wall behind, desperate attempts to be as close as you can, A thousand curses upon the layers of clothes that separate you.

Time was definitely slowing down, and every touch of his fingers lit fireworks across your skin. It was addicting, he was addicting. Neither of you could get enough, the longing was too much to ignore. His fingers were warm, so warm they melted into your skin. The buildup of passion was ought to come crashing down at some point but before his fingers could slip further past the fabrics on your skin a familiar voice ring out.

“Sarl Zaros? Are you in here?” The Queen gently called out.

Your bodies split apart in seconds. He scrambles to the far end on the bench, and you rush to wipe your lips. You look over at Zaros, and his chest is heaving, same as yours. God you wished you didn’t look. The way he desperately tried to calm himself down did things to your stomach that you’ve never felt before.

You promptly stand and turn to greet your mother who’s approaching.

“Mother, good afternoon.”

“Oh, you’re here too dear?” she smiles at you.

“Yes, I was just uhm chatting with Zaros.” You lie through your teeth. “But I’ll be leaving now, I have other things to attend to.”

You walk past your mother, hurrying for the giant doors of the library.

“My Earis,” a rasped voice calls behind you. “You forgot your book.”

You turn around and Zaros hands you the book he was reading. You didn’t question it. There was no time for questions.

“Ah thank you Zaros” You flush when his hands touch yours.

“I think you’ll find page 142 most interesting, do give it a read.” His eyes were filled with lust, green embers burning holes into you soul.

“Tha-Thank you.”

You ran. You ran all the way back to your room, locking the door and dropping into your bed face first. What the FUCK just happened???

You wish you could scream, instead you try to process everything that’s happened. It started off so innocently, tame questions and light teasing but evolved to so much more. HOW?

You remembered his words before you left the library.

“I think you’ll find page 142 most interesting, do give it a read.”

You pick up the book he handed you, flipping the deckled edge to page 142. Obviously, there was nothing interesting, just a piece of paper that flutters to the floor. You pick it up, unfolding it carefully, to find a message written inside.

“If you wish to continue, meet me in my room at midnight. I’ll be waiting, my sweet sweet Earis.”

#zsakuva #sakuverse #zsakuva zaros #zaros #zaros atha’lin #zaros x reader #asmr

[audreydoeskaren]

Hello Audrey! I would also be really interested in hearing your thoughts about video game fashion, I hope you don't mind! I'm a big fan of the game 古劍奇譚三 and while it's obviously a fantasy game, the NPCs' fashion stood out to me as clearly Ming dynasty-inspired. Would you like to give your thoughts on the accuracy? Here's a link to some of the designs I'm talking about: drive(.)google(.)com/drive/folders/1KuSmIPK91tbdvTbP4A5nlF6eS_E5LtWL?usp=sharing

Hi, yes judging by the images in the link it does look Ming Dynasty inspired! It’s not exactly historically accurate, as I would expect, but it’s clear that the designers put a lot of effort into research (or at least had a desire to do research), which is commendable. I was quite surprised to see the NPC designs because I’ve seen some pictures of the main characters and they look ahistorical af.

So a recurring inaccuracy is the sleeve length. Ming Dynasty robes had very long sleeves that were often longer than the wearer’s arms, even for the peasantry, and the sleeves in these designs are all too short. Since it’s a fantasy video game, I don’t see how having longer sleeves would be a hindrance to the characters, especially if they’re not playable fighting characters? Another overarching problem is the drawing of inspiration from a variety of time periods within the Ming, rather than a single decade/era. The lady to the top left wears a robe with a folded standing collar and a skirt with a wide bottom decorative strip, which are decidedly late Ming (early 17th century) features, but pairs them with a 半臂 banbi, which is early Ming (14th to 15th century). The various little accessories and embellishments also seem to be drawn less from history and more from 2010s commercial hanfu catalogues. The hairstyles are a bit more fantastical, the lady at top middle has some 2000s bangs going on. However, I do really like the overall silhouette of these designs apart from the short sleeves, especially the attention to the flat chests.

Early Ming portrait, showing similar silhouette and garments.

I have some more quibbles with this page. The two looks in the top row are not from the Ming, but the Qing. Top right is an especially widespread misinterpretation of the 水田衣 shuitianyi or “paddy field robe”, a garment (usually outerwear) made of patched geometric pieces of fabric, which was popularized in the late 17th century well into the Qing Dynasty. The small collar with petal shapes (which I learned recently was NOT considered a cloud collar) was also an 18th century favorite. The look was widely labelled in older books as Ming Dynasty, despite the artworks showing the style originating in the 17th and 18th centuries; they clashed with the stereotypical perception of Qing fashion and were thus mislabelled.

A widely circulated image of the shuitianyi (I’m not sure which particular book it’s from, something from the 1980s probably), which is obviously traced from early 18th century artworks.

Late Qianlong era export painting showing the robe and collar silhouette.

Early Qianlong era painting showing a lady in shuitianyi.

Returning to the character designs, the lady to the top left seems to be wearing something more akin to early Qing ceremonial dress or theater costumes than everyday Ming attire. The giant cloud collar plus the skirt with ribbons reads very much as theatrical, reminiscent of the 宫衣 gongyi. Her hairstyle also has not much historical basis, and is more likely taken from the guzhuang oeuvre. 

Fantastical costume from an 18th century woodblock print.

The two ladies at the top have a lot going on and they look kind of weird. The unclosed vest like garment looks to be a cursed combination of beizi and xiapei, and resembles neither. The interior garment is closed by a wide belt, which was not something that happened in womenswear during the Ming at all, and has its roots in guzhuang instead. Their outfits also mix cross collar garments with standing collar garments, which is anachronistic. They are wearing not one, but TWO garments with standing collars. People in the Ming were not SO fond of layering that they would turn down the collar on the outer robe just to reveal another one underneath... The hems of the skirts have an almost ruffled look; while many skirts in the Ming did not have pleats as sharp as the ones made by modern hanfu vendors, they’re still a far cry from this ruffled effect. The one thing I do appreciate is the decorative gold strip running down the sleeves of the red garment, that is something we do see in formal Ming dress. These two outfits are really overly exaggerated and pieced together from disparate elements found in various corners of the Ming’s existence.

Snippet from 明宪���元宵行乐图 showing gold decorative strip on sleeves, 1485.

Late Ming portrait showing folded standing collar.

The girls in the bottom row are all wearing some version of the 比甲 bijia, which was associated with younger women and servants, so I think that’s a nice touch. Bijia usually had short or no sleeves, a square neckline and closes down the front with metal or cloth buttons.

I’m less knowledgeable about menswear so I won’t comment as much, but I think the problem of sleeve length carried over here as well. The general fit and silhouette is a bit too tight and not generous enough, considering how large and spacious Ming garments usually were. I do like that some male characters are wearing hats and headdresses, as historically most if not all men in the Ming covered their heads. The accuracy of the specific hats probably leaves much to be desired. The loose collar fit of the bottom row seems a bit odd, as Ming Dynasty robes with cross collars closed very tightly around the neck and wouldn’t allow so much of the inner layer to show. The guy at the top right is wearing a garment similar to the bijia (which was allegedly of menswear origin), commonly seen in military dress.

Ming style cross collar men’s robe.

Portrait of Emperor Xuande (?) in military dress, early 15th century.

The outfits in the top row remind me more of childhood guzhuang dramas than anything from history to be honest, the wide belt and the wide trimming on the round collar robe are common features of guzhuang and very inaccurate. The headbands worn by the old ladies are reminiscent of 抹额 mo’e from the late 17th and early 18th centuries (again Qing Dynasty). The pairing of what seems to be a beizi with cross collar garments is anachronistic, again. I know nothing about children’s clothing so no comments.

Snippet of a late 17th century (Kangxi era) painting showing mo’e.

Overall, I think the designers actually went and looked for information about Ming Dynasty dress and incorporated many elements of it into their designs, but in many places they fell flat because of either the dominance of guzhuang in costume design, over-reliance on older, antiquated literature or the inability (or unwillingness) to differentiate between different eras within the Ming, creating some very interesting fusions and some very cursed ones. The moments where their sources of inspiration skew toward the Qing are likely not intended, I think the creators were indeed trying to go for a Ming aesthetic but, because of the prevalence of 18th century erasure and appropriation in both academic and popular fashion history discussions, they simply didn’t recognize them as Qing. I do think it’s great that game designers are actively trying to depart from the guzhuang canon and create something new and interesting by incorporating actual historical dress, probably in no small part because they wanted to appeal to the popularity of hanfu among younger demographics. If they were more attentive to the details and silhouette I’m sure we’d see fabulous results.

#hanfu #ming dynasty #qing dynasty #18th century erasure #14th century #15th century #16th century #17th century #18th century #video games #costume analysis #古剑奇谭3

[bismuthburnsblue]

pre project write up: the coat!

ill keep this short (for me) because i worked through most the details with the wearable mockup from last year, but i wanted to reintroduce this project & the fabrics ill be using :)

This is the final version of my winter coat project, which i am starting at a great time (ill probably finish this well after its gotten cold!) Ive started with a base of McCalls M6800, because im not super confident in my ability to draft a pattern with the correct ease for this type of garment. Ive made some minor fittings (far too much room in one of the front seams for me, and i took some volume out of the skirt area. the shoulders were. weird. i honestly wouldnt rate this pattern super highly it had some grading issues that should have been caught, but it serves my purposes) and now i should be ready to go! i wont be following the instructions very much but theyre pretty basic anyway, so ill just go my own way and see where i end up!

this is kind of the inspo if you want a visual!

the main body of the coat will be made out of this gorgeous, velvet like wool (i think its a blend?). In true Nyx fashion, its black and absolutely impossible to photograph. its probably one of the most expensive fabrics ive ever bought but i looked through dozens of options and this was by far the best one i found. im really particular about textures and this one is just, so nice, and its quite thin for a wool (not in a bad way, its just compact rather than fluffy) which is something im going to appreciate with the amount of fabric in this coat.

Next: the lining! given that i was going to all this effort to make my own coat, i wanted this to be a completely unique garment, in every aspect, including the lining. I knew i wanted something with a design on it, and something that was a dramatic contrast to the outside, so when i saw this gorgeous 'chinese brocade' fabric i knew it was the perfect thing. Its very much. not a lining fabric and was past the budget i had in mind for my lining but i didnt see anything that came even remotely close to this in my mind so i caved and bought it. Even a year on im still enamoured with it and hope i have some left over to use for other things! I did get extra of the slippery black satin i used to line the mock up coat and i plan to use that to line the sleeves just for the extra glide, but ill use this for the main body.

one last fabric! one of the changes i wanted to make from the red version was to add a fur collar so i tracked down the softest faux fur you have ever touched! again awful to photograph, but its perfect, and it was by weight, so now i have a huge piece of this :D

i do also want to make note of the buttons i picked! theyre absolutely gorgeous and i, once again, hunted for ages to find the perfect option and here they are! they photograph a lovely colour but irl the gold is a little pink toned so my extra ass has bought some rub n buff to tone them into a better shade. yes. the buttons. for my coat. listen.

im generally happy with my mock up, but there are a few changes i want to make. the obvious one was one that was in the plans from before i even started the red one, which was changing the collar. i wasnt super sold on it in the first place and the further in i got, the more i wanted a fur collar! since i have so much of my fur, im also planning on adding it around the cuffs and i do keep tossing up doing the whole hem but i think that might be a little much.

The other major change i want to make is to how i finished the coat. im actually pretty happy with the hemming method i chose for the reasons i chose it, but for this version i want to do something different. the plan this time is to do a facing in the outer fabric on the lining pieces and have that completely attached through the inside, removing any opportunities for the lining to show unintentionally.

Theres also a couple of minor fit things i want to change, i want to add more width to the back in case this fabric is tougher than my mockup, i want to rethink how i did my buttons because that made me miserable last time, and i want to add a little length to the hem. oh and better pockets! i need to give it my mega pockets. but overall im pretty much ready to go straight into it! im so nervous

#fabrics and long notes under the cut! #welcome back to another edition of nyx writes too much about their sewing projects #think i said everything i wanted to though #the coat #thats just the project tag i mean. its The Coat #sewing

[walnut-tankerabogus]

BINDER PSA

Ok my dudes, here is your reminder to clean your binder, even if you haven’t worn it for a while, and even more so if you have been!

I haven’t worn either of my binders for about 6 months due to it being colder outside and being able to layer up, however its getting warmer and i decided it may be getting time to ware them again. (Context due to sensory issues I’m very weird about wearing clothes that have sat somewhere for a long time close to my skin, they feel like they get a film of dust or something on them and in the past i have gotten rashes from bedsheets that sat in a drawer for too long so i like to play it safe.) I cleaned them before i put them away for the winter but obviously not well enough as my garment clean freak ass washed them again before use and the water that came out was fucking beige! Im probably embarrassing myself by saying this but i feel like i can make this into a learning experience.

I know some people cant reliably clean their binders due to unsupportive family or maybe your mental health is just down the toilet and you haven’t been able to do upkeep on your binder. But please please wash them when you can. When i wear mine i wash them regularly and even then after sitting in a draw unused mine were still not clean despite looking clean.

These garments sit right on your skin and could lead to skin irritation and other issues if not taken care of properly, and they can still look and smell clean even if they are not. I know its hard for people within certain situations to clean them but please please find a way to do it at least semi regularly, weather that means setting calendar reminders every week, or taking the chance to clean them when your parents aren’t home for the day, or even taking it to a friends house where it would be possible to wash it and do it there.

If you are unsure of how to wash your binders there are plenty of explanations online and where ever you got your binder from will probably have a page on their site dedicated to it, but the way i do it (that is similar, though not the same, to how its described by spectrum outfitters, which is where i purchased both of my binders from) is as follows:

You will need:

A sink or washing up bowl (a washing up bowl is good because if your unexpectedly interrupted you can kinda temporarily whisk the thing away to a safe location)

Access to a faucet/tap and a drain (already taken care of if youre using a sink or are in a bathroom)

Laundry detergent, not much, maybe half a cap at most.

A clean towel

About 45 minutes (minus drying time, but you can probably put your binders somewhere safe to dry if thats a concern)

Steps:

Clean the washing up bowl/sink/whatever you’re going to be cleaning your binder in, this is an important step that can easily be forgotten about!

Fill your washing up bowl with lukewarm water, half way is probably fine, you dont want it too shallow but at the same time your binder will probably float slightly no mater how deep the water is, just make sure its submergible.

Put in your detergent and swill it around a bit so you know it’s incorporated into the water instead of just sitting at the bottom (a good way of doing this is actually pouring it into the water stream as you’re filling up the tub because it properly incorporates it but it can be a bit finicky to do.)

Next is to put your binder into the water and pretend to be a ye olde washer woman for at least 2 minutes. You want to agitate the fibres and make sure the fabric is fully saturated with the water and detergent, you can kinda go wild with this stage as long as it wont damage the binder. swish the binder about, un-submerge and re-submerge it, spin it around in the water, go hog wild! Make sure you get an arm work out from it!

After swishing it around let it sit for 30-35 minutes, this is where the magic happens and all the dirt actually loosens off and gets off the thing.

After letting it sit empty out the bowl and refill it with clean water, rinse off your binder, do this enough times until any residue from the detergent is gone.

Once you do that press it flat in a towel to get most of the water out, if you do it well enough it shouldn’t be dripping and you can hang it up to dry somewhere.

I hope this helps people with looking after their binders, i will now see myself out and keep on being cringe.

#binder #binder care #trans #transgender #trans ftm #ftm #ftnb #nonbinary #trans ftnb #this is a weird addition to my blog but i feel it needs to be said

[youleavethetardisbrakeson]

There’s a clip somewhere on Twitter of a HOTD designer describing the process of creating Rhaenys’ armor. Within that clip, there’s a snippet of Eve saying that she’s been told “it looks amazing, but it’s really uncomfortable.” This further proves my own personal headcanon that Rhaenys rejects any form of corsetry. If you watch back to literally ANY of her scenes, and look closely, you can tell that there is no structural support to her torso (this is made even more apparent in her scene with Rhaenyra in episode two).

And I would hate for this to turn into a whole “fuck the patriarchy” thing that Rhaenys pulls (because apparently corsets represent the oppressiveness of male absolutism… they do not). I just think that Rhaenys forgoing a corset makes sense for her because she’s a feral dragon lady who wants to run around in knee high boots and tunics three and a half sizes too big for her.

It’s like when Maggie Smith was allowed to go without a corset during Downton Abbey because she promised to “sit very straight.”

Apologies for the lengthy message, I thought you would find it interesting considering the several costume analysis posts on your dash. <3

Ooh yes its from the BTS featurette "The House That Dragons Built." And yes the entire concept of women's undergarments on these GoT shows fascinates me to no end.

I should mention that I know there are dozens of forms of bodices, stays, jumps, corsets etc and most of them are actually quite comfortable and not at all the stereotype of the extreme waist cinching 'I can't breathe' ones found in a lot of movies. This is gonna be more of a 'study in shapes' than anything technical lol.

You can certainly see in this picture below that Rhaenys isn't wearing what we traditonally call a 'corset' (ie, something that creates a full-abdomen structured, cinched look with a V silhouette). Her bust is clearly defined/rounded and there's a distinct fold in her stomach. As someone who has experience wearing corsetry, that is NOT what a full 'corset' looks like, nor how you sit in them.

In contrast, look at Rhaenyra's dress from epiosde 8. It's much stiffer and structured in the bust (and yes women would traditonally wear corsetry while pregnant, it was perfectly normal and safe).

Eve Best mentioned in her interview with EW's West of Westeros podcast that she actually had a hand in designing her armor. They had initially designed a neck guard and she asked for it to be removed because she knew she was going to need to move and be flexible up on the dragon. I also assume it's a similar reason why they didn't give her any clunky full-armored sleeves. Her dresses in general also seem to follow this idea: they all have a very simple silhouette with no fussy sleeves or impractical style choices. So yes Rhaenys (and Eve) 100% loveeee comfort and to be able to run around being feral; I fully agree.

And I have wondered if Rhaenys is not wearing a 'corset', then what is she meant to be wearing? Based on my rudimentary knowledge of historical fashion, the medieval period is kinda weird in that we don't actually know what they wore as underwear? The GoT show styles are subsequently all over the place (there's so much reddit discourse on this, so I won't repeat it here). My best guess is that she may be wearing some kind of underbust short stays similar to the those of the Regency era. (And again, historical fashion people please forgive me.)

This kind of garment would provide bust support to create that more rounded look, plus allow mobility of the abdomen. You also traditonally wear a chemise under corsetry (you do NOT want hard boning flush against your skin, it chafes soooo much) so that fabric layer itself would also provide some structure to the bust.

If anyone has a better idea, please let me know!

#ask #headcanons #caroline rants about film analysis #and costumes i suppose rofl #rhaenys targaryen #eve best #hotd #house of the dragon

[neptoons1998]

The Bounds that Ties Us

Warning: I suck at writing twelve years olds so please bare with me.

A/N: So this one is going to be a mixture between BP and one. It's just going to have Riri be Wakandan. And how she becomes friends with Shuri. I think I want to create this to a slow burn type. Plus I like that both, T'challa and Shuri both freeze when they see their crush.  BTW this fanfic is half finished so it's going to hop all over the place super sorry about that.



Shuri sees another volcano replica she might scream. It was already bad enough that she has to wear these too-stiff royal garments. The princess felt even more stupid that she had to wear this monstrous outside of the royal palace.

The young princess was with her mother on her annual school field day. The school field day is where the golden city shows its best and brightest students off to the politicians and the royal family. To Shuri, it was a dog show. The young princess will keep her mouth shut just long enough for her mother to forget that she had lessons today. 

"And last be certainly not least," The headmaster of one of the many schools Shuri and her mother were visiting. The man places his hands on the young girl's shoulders. The small girl had two braids buns that had white ribbons holding them together and sat behind her ears, "Miss. Rihana here has been working diligently on this robot here."

The machine was a small little thing. It had wheels for legs zooming around people's legs. Just before it skirted to stop in front of the Queen’s feet. Queen mother looked at the robot, "That is very impressive,"

"Thank you, your majesty," The young girl said shyly. 

“How old are you, sweet child?” Queen asked smiling at the girl. Riri believed that she was dreaming. 

“I’ll turn nine in a couple of months, your Majesty,” Riri said depresently wanting to sound proper like her mama sounded when she was working at the hospital. Riri looked in corner of her eyes to see the princess Shuri crouched down to get a better look at the robot, "What type of program did you use?"

Riri was shocked that the princess was talking to her. She quickly croaked out, "Um, well C++ and Python. I refused to use Java."

"Ah," Shuri agreed. The princess wasn't sure how she felt about seeing someone else take interest in science like her. sure, her brother taught her the majority of science and engineering. That changed recently now that all he wanted to do now is suck faces with Nakia. And Okoye was twelve months of training to become a Dora Milaje. Leaving the poor girl by herself, sure she had her lab and all. Sometimes she wished she could have a friend to share science with; like bouncing off ideas together or setting the lab on fire and trying to put it out before any of the guards noticed. Shuri had a hard time trying to be friendly to the nobles that weren’t Nakia. They approach her as princess Shuri and not just Shuri. Maybe Riri can be her friend. The princess always wanted to have a friend. Based on the young girl's uniform she wasn't a part of the noble five's families. 

"Well I hope we'll see more inventions from Riri," Shuri said Riri's back straighten when the princess said her name.

Riri nodded her head, "Yes of course! I'll do my best!"

Shuri chuckled before she followed her mother's lead in leaving the school. In a few days, strange things started happening to Riri. Well for one she was getting special treatment. Her headmaster wanted her to have the best of the best materials when it came to her working on her robots. The young girl was willing to overlook them if that means she could have her own space to work. What got weird was that Riri thought she was being followed. Which had to be odd because there was no reason to follow her. 

Little did Riri know she was right. She was being followed by no other than the princess herself. Shuri couldn’t help it, she just trying to find the right way to say she wanted to be friends with Rihana. It is just complicated when comes to talking to people. 

"Y'know you could've asked for us to be friends," Riri said to the princess. Shuri fluttered being called out so quickly, "Yeah, well I did not want you to see as the princess. Just Shuri to Rihana.”

"I can do that. And if we are friends then all my friends call me Riri, not Rihana, So are we?" Riri said to Shuri. The small girl smiled at her, "Are we what?"

Riri rolled her eyes before she outreaches her hand, "friends?

Shuri outreach one of her hands to Riri's, "Sure we can be friends."

And with that, the pair will be inspirable.

A/N: Let me know what y'all think cause I ain't gonna lie I love this AU. And if I continue I might make it like 15 chapters of it.

#riri williams #shuri black panther #shuriri #ao3fic #fanfics #just writing down my thoughts #brainrot #au #wakanda forever

[lmelodie]

I must now infect YOU with OC beach day asks, so, WOE! BEACH DAY BE UPON YE AND YOUR OC'S?

(Killian doesn't strike me as a beach guy, but Mera is like. A force to be reckoned with and I need to know if she COULD drag him to the beach >:)

I'm SO GLAD YOU ASKED! And I'm also really glad that you have such a good handle on these characters personalities. I've also added Lucy as well because she has become my oc-in-law of sorts. BEACH DAY FUCKERS LETS GOOO!

Chimera:

Mera loves the beach a fair amount, but she's banned from quite a few beaches because of her tendency to “enhance” the PH level of the water. She’s not allowed at a handful of different lakes.

But! The bodies of water she’s allowed to go to she has a blast. She usually goes by herself or occasionally with a gaggle of her friends. And after getting all her stuff set up its straight to the water!

I've mentioned it before in a different ask, but she LOVES splashing around in the water. She brings her own giant rubber ball (the ones that the tigers get to play with in zoos) and goes HAM! She likes swimming under the water too and being fully submerged. 

Maybe she catches a stray fish in her mouth, who knows.

When not in the water however its tanning hour. She tans like a champ and is two or three shades darker than when she arrived. She does The Cat thing where she’ll find a nice patch of sun and bask in it for a long while. Some kind of alcoholic drink next to her and she’s good for a looong time. She pulls a Blaise and becomes the sand.

She also has her own music blasting somewhere next to her as a soundtrack for her trip. If no one else at the beach likes her music taste, then they must suffer anyway cause she’s not changing it >:)

If she is so inclined, she will be bringing the latest trashy romance novel she's into atm. Ya know, essentials.

If she’s with the girlies she will be spilling ALL THE GOSSIP. She is all over that rumor mill and will be talking shit about everyone while she’s there.

I feel like she has her own specially made chair set up so that she can comfortably relax and veg out on the sand. Considering the awkward physique. 

She has also been known to frequent nudist beaches on occasion. Nudist magical beaches are very far and few between, so she actually tries her best to NOT get banned from the few that there are. She’s all about letting the lord hold her tits from time to time.

But as far as clothing goes, she already wears garments that are practically bikini tops anyway, so her swimwear is basically the equivalent of two pasties and couple of strings. Helps with the tan lines at any rate.

Killian:

You are very right in that Kills has informed me personally that he doesn't like the beach all that much lol. Most of the time will not humor the thought of going to one. It’s just not his thing; it's in broad daylight, there's not a lot of places to hide or lurk, its uncomfortably hot.

(Cue cartoonish image of a random goth at a beach)

HOWEVER, the only time where he will consider going to the beach is if it's at nighttime. Nighttime beaches kinda act as a weird liminal space (in my opinion), and he’s always looking for more of those to hang out at. So, he’ll only go as long as it's after sunset.

Chimera (and later Jack when they eventually get back together), plan this accordingly if they want to invite him on this kinda outing. They will compromise and plan the day so that it goes from early evening to full nighttime so that he won't be as uncomfortable. 

He also doesn't dress for the occasion either. He will wear his usual full coverage outfit to the beach and strip accordingly. Leaving the shirt and pants with the legs rolled up.

(This beach episode thing has made me realize that I do not like to think about this man's grippers being out in any capacity.)

And he doesn't even do much while he’s there either! He’ll mostly just wade through the shallows and think. Shoot the shit with whoever he happens to be with. Scare any straggling passersby. Ominously lurk in the far distance.

He likes talking with Mera and having a drink but ultimately complains a whole bunch that they could've just done this at home and how his coat is now full of sand. She will try and splash him a little, but this just gets on his nerves more than anything. They might have to fight about it, they might scrap.

Post Reunion with Jack, he is a little more lenient with him, and complains a lot more silently. Jack fully understands that this not his comfort zone and tries to dial back the Jackness as much as possible. It only works some of the time.

Jack will also throw snowballs at him, but that's just something he does in their day to day anyway. So they will ALSO scrap. If Mera annoys him, Jack must have a death wish.

MAYBE romance happens. MAYBE. I will let you decide what exactly goes down if anything at all 😉

There was one time where he ended up bringing very illegal fireworks and let those off from the shoreline. He did like that part at least.

Lucy:

Lucy liked the beach before getting powers, but after? She LOVES the place. And that’s because of the moon and its effects on the tides. After getting her powers she finds being at the beach a lot more peaceful and centering than before. She ends up actually buying property on the beach front at some point and just lives there later in life :)

She is a volleyball QUEEN. She slaughters at beach volleyball and Charlie thinks he can win every time thinking THIS TIME will be the one. And he always loses and never learns. She walks away 20 bucks richer on beach days.

She also enjoys a good footrace, never one to be the fastest but consistently comes in second or third and is always a good sport about it.

One of her more odd abilities is to be able to perfectly split and evenly divide things (she's like a living set of scales) so this means she can actually MOSSES THE SEA and carves out a little alcove for herself to walk along the bottom of the ocean floor and collect shells and sea glass.

Sibling Stack beach edition is literally just Charlie throwing the likes of Luce and Buddy straight into the water. And this never gets old.

She's a fan of both burying someone and getting buried in the sand, she gets a kick out of both.

She might also bring along a certain fiery mermaid friend named Ryder 👀 I don't know exactly what his personality is yet, but he enables Lucy’s behaviors 100% of the time. Good and bad. He’s all about the girl boss AND woman fail moments. He’s the epitome of, Kick his ass baby I got your flower.

Like the twins he does make the water warmer, and they will go scuba diving together. Looking at all the fishes and reefs and things. She holds onto him while he goes swims super fast and she loves it to pieces.

She has sandwiches! She packs the picnic and caters to everyone's individual tastes.

She periodically bothers Jack about cooling her off during the day until he gets the idea to just dump her into a huge pile of snow on the sand.

Anyway, thanks for letting me ramble about the summer blorbos in the middle of spring.

#aks #CC #OC #lucy miller #honestly Ryder has been interesting me lately #as a magical peer for lucy to interact with #I think with what little personality he has he's pretty cool!

[urmumsdrycooch]

EᒪEGᗩᑎT ᖴEᗰᗰE ᖴᗩTᗩᒪEᔕ

Dana Ward x Reader

Summary: Bad bitch moves on halloween w/ our fav cheerleader

Warnings: Sexual references, swearing as always, Max high asf.

Dana and I are currently brainstorming ideas for this Halloween party that's being thrown. We'd been at this for an hour and still had yet to find the perfect outfit.

"How about my old 7/11 uniform? I could just rip it up a bit and make it all bloody." I suggest.

"Good idea, but no," Dana says with a grin as she continues to skim through racks of clothes. "We need to be matching. Matching, slutty and scary."

"Matching... slutty and scary. Hmm." I ponder, looking around for any outfit combos in the massive pile we'd created on the floor. "How about a schoolgirl outfit, but with bloody bandages."

"Interesting, but no. We need to stand out, not blend in and not look like we're trying too hard." Dana insists.

"How about... the old nurses' outfit I stole from that hospital?"

"Too cliche. We need something more along the lines of..."

Then, her eyes happen to land on a certain piece of clothing. A very specific piece of material that stood out from anything else in her closet.

"I've got it!" She says, grabbing the very clothing she claimed I stole. "We'll be..."

"Sexualised superheroes!" I finish. "All we need is a catsuit and a few men with irrelevant opinions."

"Not what I was going to say, Y/n." She drags, "What I was going to say was... Witches!" She cheers.

"Nope, I saw Stella earlier, and she was rocking that witch hat." I point out, she sighs then returns to searching.

"Oh fucking God."

"What."

"Spies, but like... Under. Cover. 70's. Spies. So we'll wear the most revealing yet old dress with some stockings and of course a good ol' push-up bra." I grin.

"Oh yes, I really want to spend the whole night in a push-up bra." She deadpans.

"You do it for the people, Dana." I grin, "Or are you not the people's woman?"

"That's the worst pun ever."

"I know, but that's why I love it. But I felt it was the right time." I say, she rolls her eyes and chuckles.

I was so engrossed in the moment that I didn't even notice the door being knocked on.

"Coming!" I shout, before running off towards the door in just a flimsy bathrobe. Dana continues to search for the god-forsaken push-up bra.

"Who could that be, I thought everybody was getting ready." I wonder, opening the door.

"What the actual fuck is that?" I ask, looking down toward the feet of one certain Max who stood in her casual jeans and hoodie with a weird grin on her face.

Un-fucking-believable. There is a fucking dog at her feet. It looked exactly like a baby Shih Tzu. I thought it was one of those weird toy dogs at first.

I look back at Max who still had the same fucking grin on her face.

"I know, right? I just found her in the street and I fell in love." She says, crouching down to the creature's level and petting it. Max laughs, then crouches by the creature's level. "Did you want something?" I ask, the dog still sitting perfectly at her feet.

"We will be the best of friends," Max mutters to the small canine, completely ignoring the question. "Me and Chloe have named her-"

"Your friend is a dog, Max."

"A dog with a great personality." Max laughs, petting its head, "You ready to go poopie? Come on." She gets up and leaves, the small dog trotting behind her.

I turn around to see a baffled Dana, frozen in whatever she was doing. "I'm guessing that Chloe and she got as high as a kite." I take a guess at

"Stockings, stockings, stockings," She rambles in search of the item. "Somewhere." She mutters like an insane person, before getting up and continuing her treasure hunt for the elusive garment.

"I'm going to go get changed, come meet me once you're ready."

I run down the hall and into my room, stripping down to just my underwear. I rummage through my cupboard, I need a dress... I have a few, in case of emergency. I pull out the sexiest velvet red dress I could find. Quickly putting it on I look in a mirror to examine the final outfit, but I only get the briefest moment of examination before I hear a familiar voice behind me.

"You look hot." I hear Dana comment, I turn around to see Dana standing in a black dress, exactly what we were going for. "Go buy me a diamond ring, baby,  I'll make it worth your while." She winks, and I giggle at her accurate impression.

"Fuck, you're already getting into character!" I say, "So are we graceful and intimidating spies or tormenting and slutty spies?"

"Oh, neither. We're elegant femme Fatales, who use their looks to their advantage." Dana replies, I nod then turn back towards the mirror to fix my make-up.

Once I finish putting on my lipstick and rub my thumb over it to give the whole look a bit of extra spice.

"Damn Mama, you're looking sexy as hell." Dana purrs.

"You too, we're gonna make so many men hard tonight." She joke.

"Oh, what about women?" I ask, Dana shrugs.

"Well, I don't think we can do much about that, but if we can make men hard, we can make women wet," Dana states confidently. "By the end of the night, I bet even Victoria will want a piece of this."

"You're such a slut."

"We both are. We can be each other's slut."

"Now I'm beginning to think you're a closet lesbian." I grin.

"The closet is open." The cheerleader grins, "You should see it, it's fucking huge and filled to the brim with dildos and vibrators, oh and a few handcu-"

"Okay enough!" I cut her high excitement off.

"For real though, we look so hot," I state as we both stand in front of my mirror, gazing at each other.

"Hey, you're lipstick isn't smudged."

"Why does it need to be smudged?"

"How do you think these elegant femme Fatales get their way?" I smirk.

She leans in, both of us mere inches could be considered a make-out distance. We stare into each other's eyes for a few moments, before Dana slowly moves in and kisses me. It's a deep, passionate kiss, one that makes my toes curl and my heart race. Our tongues swirl around each other until Dana breaks the kiss, and looks at me with a wicked grin.

"Let's get partying."

#life is strange #life is strange x reader #Life is Strange: Before The Storm #life is strange before the storm #dana ward #dana ward x reader #victoria chase #chloe price #max caufield #stella hill

[the-fiction-witch]

Oh. Morning

TV SHOW PISTOL COUPLE MALCOLM X READER RATING SMUT

I woke up in a way that was becoming increasingly normal. My bed is a confusing mess of covers and limbs, barely any light yet forced its way in. I was warm, warmer then usual, my face against a bare chest, an arm around my back and waist, out legs together in some complex, convoluted way I didn't even consider what my floor looked like. I can only imagine the mess of clothes that laid on my carpet from last night. I forced myself up instantly trying to find something to drink to prevent the throbbing of my head from getting elsewhere I spotted a bottle of vodka on my bedside table so I grabbed it forcing down a few gulps before I swung my feet out meeting the soft carpet floor, I felt cold instantly, feeling my naked body against the cool breeze of the air, my nipples hard almost instantly to the new found cold, I grabbed the first item of clothing I saw on the bedroom floor slipping it on and standing up rubbing my eyes, I yawned and spotted myself in the mirror my hair in a thousand knots, my make up all but gone except the stain of my black eye liner making me look like a panda, and I wore his shirt making me giggle a little looking at the off white non sleaves shirt, admittedly I had been trying to steal it off him for a while with the detailed picture of two cowboys touching tips on it, I pushed myself up noticing the shirt was just about long enough to conceal me I couldn't help but yawn again as I looked around the floor trying to find where my clothes got flung Last night. I heard a stiff yawn and I glanced at my bed seeing him now sat up his head against the headboard trying desperately to open his eyes 

"Morning" I yawned 

"...umm. oh. Morning" he groaned 

I grabbed my cigarettes from the dresser grabbing one and throwing him the pack "ohhh you heavenly angle" he smirked taking it quickly getting himself a cigarette sticking it between his lips and lighting it up from the lighter on the table beside him, once he has a drag he threw me the lighter so I lit my own "are you wearing my shirt?"

"Yes" I giggled

"Gimme."

"No it's mine now" I giggled

"You know if let you keep it if I could" he smirked "it looks so very good on you" 

"So why not?"

"Firstly I need a shirt. Secondly viv notices one of her precious garments is missing I'll never hear the end of it" he sighed "I'll be back to her whining and complaining at me again"

"Like with the new york dolls?"

"It was a strong political message"

"That viv is never letting you live down"

"Ohh please. I'd be easier to count the times vivienne isn't mad at me then trying to count when she is, it's so rare" 

"Maybe don't do things that make her mad at you"

"Everything I do makes viv mad at me. I breathe and that something annoys her" 

"You can breathe kinda weird when your working" I laughed trying to fix my hair 

"Ohh don't you start" he sighed rubbing his face

"I'm kidding" I giggled "what was she mad at you about tonight?"

"No idea. Having a dick. Not being willing to murder half of london. Refusing to talk to the spawn of another man she insists on keeping in our house" 

"He is your step son"

"No. No he is not. He is viv's kid. None of my business. I'm only involved with the one who is mine because… well she said I have to be." He sighed "your not getting pregnant any time soon are you?"

"Wasn't planning on it malcolm" I giggled

"Good." 

"Why are you here anyway? I didn't get an explanation last night?"

"The boys were drinking. Viv is mad. Here I am."

"Great I'm your third choice of an evening" I giggled

"Y/n" he sighed grabbing my hand and pulling me into his lap "you know I'd come around more if I could. You know how… possessive viv can get. And I was drinking you know how… touchy I get when I drink. And I wanted to come see my little bunny" he smirked stroking my ass 

"You did?"

"I always wanna see you, I'm just busy. But when I get little bits of time I like coming to see you. You know how … badly I miss ya." 

"Ummmm I missed you too" I smiled giving him a kiss "what did you get in trouble for?" 

"You really wanna know?" 

"Ummmm hummm" I smiled nuzzling into his chest as he cuddled me close 

"Fine. She was doing some washing, and she… may have found that little polaroid I took last time I was here."

"Did she?" I giggled

"She did. Got very upset about that"

"Why?"

"Because you look better in that dress then her" he smirked "she asked me why I was keeping it and I had to be honest and tell her it's what I use to get hard"

"Really" I giggled

"You know I can only get hard for you little bunny" 

"You mean it?"

"Course I do" he smirked. "He likes you to much. Watch watch. Chrisy. See nothing not even a movement. Viv. Eh little bit but nothing spectacular. Then… y/n" he smirked and instantly I felt it "see he only gets hard for his little bunny. So if viv wants us to fool around I have to sit and think about my little bunny to get hard enough" he smirked moving my hips back and forth to give himself friction but it didn't take long before I was doing it myself 

"She'll be wondering where you were" I smiled noticing the time 

"Let her worry. I haven't seen you in weeks. I'm staying little bunny. All day baby" he smirked pushing me down on my matress so he now sat over me "you like that little bunny?" He smirked kissing down my neck as he slipped inside me 

"Uhhh! Malcolm!" I moaned rather in shock at the suddeness of it all 

"Fuck I've missed you so bad" he groans already being mercilous on me "so you want me or not bunny?"

"Always." I smirked grabbing his neck and pulling him into a kiss...

#Malcolm #Malcolm McLaren #malcolmmclaren #pistol #pistol2022 #sex pistols #pistoldisney+ #tbs #tbs smut #tbs sex #TBS Imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smutty #thomas #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangster x reader #thomas sangser imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster smut

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[artemisbarnowl]

Ever wondered what Bilbo Baggins wears as lounge/sleepwear?

Wonder no more

He wears flannel cotton cozy overalls/dungarees.

I wanted to do a mock up to see if I liked this sort of one piece pattern for overalls in a good wear outside fabric (I do not! I will be finding or drafting a pattern for shorts and then attach the front panel separately for a better shape/fit. Right now it sort of bags and has some room in the side near the bottom). I also don't like the tie front for overalls, and will just use buttons or clasps.

I made the legs a bit longer hoping to attempt a 18th century mens cuffed trouser type thing as well. The legs weren't wide enough to gather properly (I had a little less fabric than called for), also my "cuffs" were a bit terrible and I'm not sure I fully understand the best way to make them so I binned that and just hemmed normally.

More research needed on cuffed pants. And seriously start looking at diy mannequin options because wow would it be way easier to alter stuff on a form with pins instead of on me after I sew it.

This will remain in the top 3 silliest things i have sewn for LONG time I'm sure, but it's comfy so I'll be wearing it around the house in winter anyway.

#sew sew sew your clothe #yes its a very weird garment but it LOOKS like a garment #its suprisingly easy to make clothes that look REAL #i am just a baby at sewing but i have not yet made anything i couldnt wear so!! #sewing

[songmingisthighs]

[4.11] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

⇁ tw : running away, mafia life (criminal/illegal acts)

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

At first, Wooyoung thought you had really ran away from him. After the fight you had the previous night, how could he not ?

"All I ask is a little bit of attention! I know you could spare some for me," you exclaimed, following after Wooyoung into the home office in his mansion. Yes, his, he never once said it was yours too so you treat it as such.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at you, "and I ask you shut that big trap you called your mouth before I shut it for you, but we can't all get what we wanted now, can we ?" He spat.

You're used to his aggressive words, it used to hurt but now the pain just comes and goes. But you're at your wit's end, he was distant when you both were first forced into engagement but he was still polite so you thought that was just the shock, but now that you're married, things got worse.

"Wooyoung," you called, leaning both of your hands on his desk aa he sit on his office chair, "it's been 8 months since we got married," he glared at you when you said that, so you sighed and change your choice of words, "since we were force into marriage... But I've been trying so hard to make this less of a chore for both of us, I don't know what else I could do! You're not even bothering to hide the fact that you hate my guts to your very core even though it wasn't my fault that we got into this! Heck, you don't even bother to acknowledge that I exist!"

Wooyoung slammed his hands down on the table, standing face to face with you, "that's right," he chuckled darkly, "I don't even bother, you know why? Because you're nothing in my life, I never ask for you, I never wanted you, you're still here because your dad's business fell through with my dad and he used you as mean of escaping because that's all you are, princess," he leaned closer to your face and spoke through gritted teeth, "a worthless burden that people toss around,"

It would've been a lie if you said that his words doesn't affect you whatsoever. Because it does.

Maybe deep down that was one of your biggest fear and having someone confirmed that made you feel sick to your stomach. You recoiled from the table, as if having been struck across your face.

Though Wooyoung had a satisfied smirk on his face, "you should know I've been planning your assasination ever since you said 'I do', I would've made it look like an accident so that my dad wouldn't be up in my ass talking about losing his insurance of control over your dad, maybe I should move the schedule up so I can get rid of you quicker,"

You stared at him for a while, not knowing that he actually hated you that much. All this time you thought it was just petty reluctance of being tied to you, but this just brought things to a whole new level.

"No..." you choked out, trying to hold back tears, "I'll take care of it myself," and with that, you ran out of his office to pack all your belongings with tears streaming down your face.

And that was the last time Wooyoung had seen you. He had heard from one of his butlers that he had seen you running around the house retrieving your things where it supposedly was earlier, you looked frantic and you hadn't even taken a second to take a break.

"And did she got out of the house today?" Wooyoung asked from his position on the couch, loosening all of the buttons on his shirt. "No, master, not that any of us know of," said butler then leaned close to Wooyoung's ears, "the cctv has been cut off, her bodyguards are dismissed, no one has tended to her nor got close to her, and I personally see to it that all windows and doors are unlocked just as you had requested,"

Wooyoung couldn't believe that he's probably a free man now, that YOU had left him so that he wouldn't be in hot water with his father.

With a glass of whiskey in his hand, he decided to look around to see whether or not you had really left while telling his maid to prepare dinner for him.

True to what he expected, he made two laps around the mansion but not once did he find you. Not even in his office with a divorce paper, as dramatic as it sound.

He finally step into his shared bedroom with you to make his final confirmation.

At first he knocked on the door, not really knowing why he did that, but when no sound came from the room he simply opened the door and walked in. He hadn't returned the night before, spending half of his night in his home office before going out with San to a bar, not realizing that it was his guilt that drove him out to drink his memory away.

Looking around the room, he couldn't really tell whether or not you had ran away. The room looked like it had been slept in the night before, he could see the spot where you laid in comparison to his side that's perfectly neat.

When he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was quite surprised at the sheer contrast to the bedroom. Your clothes thrown haphazardly, it seems like you were urgently looking for things to pack, and the more he analyze the items on the floor, the more he realized that you hadn't taken anything that was bought with his money.

But that wasn't the thing that got his attention.

It was your wedding dress that had been taken out of its garment bag, across from it, an empty bottle of wine and a box of tissues with crumpled tissues surrounding it. It looked straight out of a movie.

He walked closer to the dress and trailed a hand down it.

He remembered seeing you wear it on your wedding day. He remembered being too pissed at his father to be able to fully appreciate how ethereal you looked. He remembered how when you looked at him, he could see the redness in your eyes, indicating that you had been crying.

But over all, he remembered how his heart skipped a beat when he saw you walking closer to him. Of course, he would never admit it outwardly.

His train of thought was broken when his butler knocked on his bedroom door, "master, dinner is served," he said.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and straighten out his posture, "yes, of course, I'll be there soon," he called out.

As the footsteps of his butler fade, he carefully zip your wedding dress back into its garment bag, making sure that the dress is stored perfectly.

After that, he went to the dining room to have his dinner.

Usually, you'd be seated in your seat, across from him at the other end of the table that seats 10 people. He'd have to admit that it feels weird not seeing you smile at him after a long day of working, but he forced himself to believe that it was a good kind of weird.

Strangely, as he eat his food he felt that it doesn't match his palate, that something feels off. So he called for his head butler and asked him about it.

"Did we change cooks? Why does today's dinner taste so bland?"

His butler seemed hesitant to answer him, looking at the head maid for a bit. The middle-aged woman stepped forward from her spot, bowing slightly to avoid Wooyoung's eyes, "we did not have any change in staffs, sir, it's just that the mistress used to prepare all of your meals and considering... the circumstances, she had not prepared anything for you," she said, not even bothering to hide her bitterness that he had drove you away.

Considerably, he was shocked that you had never brought the fact up to him. But as usual, he masked his true feelings and just nod at her, continuing with his meal even though he can't seem to enjoy it.

The shock didn't stop there, though.

Over the course of the first 5 days of you leaving him, he began noticing the things that indicate your presence in his house. Or used to indicate your presence.

He never knew that you were the one who always put flowers around the mansion. He noticed this when he passed by a vase of wilting aconite. It almost broke him when he see the maids cleared all flowers, leaving an empty vase that he now associate with your absence.

He never knew that you kept tabs on food he likes and dislikes. After 3 days, he gave up on eating the food his cook made for him, firing the poor man on the spot and resorting to take outs.

He never knew that you were the one who personally arrange his wardrobe. Usually, every morning he'd find his favorite shirts or favorite sets of clothes on the front, ready for him to pick out and wear. Now that you're not here, he had to spend extra time deciding what to wear.

And lastly, he was surprised at the fact that you had never made it to your hometown.

"What do you mean she's not with her parents?" He growled at his henchmen, making them visibly scared. "W-we tried looking for her, even asking around, but no one had seen her," he explained.

All Wooyoung wanted was to hear about how you're happier without him, how you've settled back to your life without him, how he'd be assured with the fact that you leaving him was the best thing that could ever happen to you two.

Feeling that he owed this for the sake of his own closure, he ordered everyone under him to find out your whereabouts.

The desperation suffocated him, he hated the feeling.

So he ran out of his office to his garden, going to the furthest side where it is practically abandoned so that he'd be all alone to calm his mind.

What he hadn't expect to see though, was several pieces of clothes on the ground. At first he just thought that the laundry might have flown away due to the wind, but when he inspected them closer, he recognized them as yours.

"Why would these be here?" He muttered to himself as he began picking up the scattered pieces of clothes one by one. When he picked up the last piece, he noticed your suitcase by the corner of the tall wall that surround his house for protection.

The sight that made his stomach drop was a rather huge hole that could fit a person.

Wooyoung's brain put 2 and 2 together and the only reasonable conclusion made him feel like blowing up.

You had been kidnapped.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez scenario #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #ateez au #ateez story #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #ateez x reader #timestamp #ateez timestamp #kpop timestamps #smt timestamp

[aerimomo-mellon]

ENHYPEN walks in on you changing.

Paring~ ENHYPEN x Reader

Genre~ Fluff cause these boys be too cute.

A/N~ Requested! BTW girl I love you! thank you for requesting!

ENHYPEN M☁List ll Main M☁List

Heeseung

The second he walks in he is in panic mode.

His mind is probably like "Oh my god! what did I do! I should have never stepped in! I don't know what to say ahhhh!"

But of Corse that is in his mind cause he would never say that out loud.. cause he likes being cool and experienced despite the fact he is freaking out.

When you finally say "hey what are you doing here?" he manages to say " oh um just chilling you know.. I think.. NO I mean I don't think.. NO I actually mean I came here for my... watch yea!"

"baby your watch is on your wrist!" you say pointing at it.

"oh haha must be a mistake then..." he says scratching his head and awkwardly leaving.

I guess his effort of acting cool failed..

Jay

The only fucking one to be very cool about it.

Acts as if he has already claimed every bit of you so won't even bother to make a big fuss about it...

"Hey y/n! do you know where the scissors are? I can't rip the duck tape with my hands.." he says walking in the bedroom.

*Finds you wearing a pair of joggers. *

"aren't those mine?" he says eyes fixed on your lower body. (loves to look at you for some reason) and plus point you are basically half naked( yes you have your under garment on.) so he won't loose the chance.

"no 🙄... my friend got it for me yesterday.." you say avoiding eye contact to hide your Lie.

" Yea yea... now tell me where the scissors are." he continues. "its in the night table drawer." you reply.

"oh right!" he pecks your cheek "thanks baby!"

Jake

shy boi #1. *Walks in and finds you putting on a t-shirt*

Obviously freaks out cause he just has seen your bare back. When you turn around he immediately regrets his life choices.

"oh um.. sorry. I did not know you were changing.." he says looking at the floor.

"when did you get here?" you speak wearing you t-shirt fully. "oh just now! yes just now. and you turned around" he lies lol.

"hey Jake is your foot okay? is it itching? or smth?" you say looking at his foot that was awkwardly rubbing the carpet.

*Jake realizing what he is doing😳* " oh there was this weird thing on the carpet so i rubbed it off" he lies again ..

" oh yeah let me see is it gone?" you say walking towards him.

" yeah yeah yeah its all gone" he had to lie again. You stand in front of him looking up to him. " you don't have to be all shy about it." you say wrapping your hands around his waist, giving him a smile.

Sunghoon

I would not categorize him as shy in this case. Just because he would not be shy at all.

Rather then being all red and shy and uncomfortable he would only awkwardly smile at you.

Eye contact but never lowers his eyes from yours since he respects your privacy.

Laughs after a while and apologizes. "sorry I'll head out now.. love you!"

"me too" you say and he would simply walk out the door. BUt that cute little session you two had was very sweet to you and to him too.

Yes he is out of the room but still thinking about you ahaha and smiling alone in the living room. (sweet but creepy if you ask me ahaha)

"Baby why are you smiling?" you ask walking out of the room. "oh what do you mean? when did I smile?" he says quickly keeping a straight face.

Sunoo

Shy boi #2. Whatever random shit he was doing he decided to check on you and give his little hug.

Having that thought in mind he did not know or expect you to be literally taking your shirt off in the bedroom.

*walks in all happy and Skippy to hug you but*

He raises his eye brows his mouth wide open 😱 *panic mode*

you look back to see who it is but then you find him. The moment you saw him he brings his hands to his eyes to cover it.

" oh sorry hehe.." he says turning around so he isn't facing you. (but still covering his eyes lol) " I did not know you were changing"

"It's okay " you say giggling to yourself cause of his cuteness. "I'm done! you may turn around now" you say making your way to him.

"now, tell me what you wanted" you say as you sat on your bed looking at him. "nothing just wanted a hug 🤗" (that emoji is literally Sunoo) "Cm're" you say spreading your arms for him to fall into.

Jungwon

Shy baby #3. (Enhypen has a lot of shy boisssss sorry but it's true.)

You were getting ready for dinner with your friends. And you wore a cute dress for the night but couldn't get the zip up.

Of Corse you were struggling which made him come check on you.

*walks in the room but doesn't find you at first* (cause you were struggling in the bathroom.)

Finally he finds you and when he opens the door he is 🍅. "oh sorry I did not mean to😳"

"NO its fine can you please help me!" you say quick before he walks out. " It's almost time and I need to zip this. Please, please, Pleaseeeeeeee" you say. "yea sure" his face still 🍅.

Slowly makes his way towards you from behind to zip you dress. *his heart is like in the tempo of Drunk Dazed* anyway he manages to get that zip up.

"thank you!" you say giving him a quick hug. "no problem 😳" (and yes he is thinking about that all day)

Ni-Ki

Not shy specifically but the most awkward one.

You did not know he was going to visit you at your place today. (And yes he did)

You just came out from the shower looking for your clothes to change into.

*randomly comes in the house since he knows the password.* as he made his way to your room….

He finds you only with shorts and no t-shirt. 🧍🏻← yup this is him right here→🧍🏻

“I’m sorry I did not know” last words before he turns around and heads out.

That’s basically what you get from this man. I mean he would probably feel a little shocked but as far as I know he would not make a big deal about it in front of you. Preventing any sort of miscommunication.

After you change you two don’t even bother to bring that topic cause you both be too young for that shit.

#enhypen reactions #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen niki #enhypen jungwon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen heesung #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen drunk dazed #enhypen drabbles #enhypen au

[catcze]

Kazu sfw headcanons!!

- cuddle bug

- holds your hand and buries his face in your neck lightly

- will press sudden kisses on your collabone and will make you laugh because haha ticklish

- 'i love you' '*sleepy hum of acknowledgemebnt'

- always gets a little cookie or something sweet when he goes to a store or cafe

- you, him and Tomo often go out on mall dates

- poor Tomo carries everything cuz he's the strongest and loves to flex

- kazuhas very curious, he won't pry but he's here to listen to any gossip or tea you have

- he has definitely went to the store to get u period supplies or sum, and tried to ask what size you were

- knows about a lot of things, and it's like winning the lottery when you tell him something he genuinely didn't know

- kazuha is so sweet omg

now the nsfw ones 😈😈

- I hope you have stamina

- you could cockwarm this man and have your eyes roll back

- he's fucking huge dude

- super gentle, too

- teases you a lot, tho

- edging... he lives for that shit

- then once he decides you've suffered enough, he oversrims you until you're shaking

- 'whats that, sweetheart? use your words.'

- sit on his face

- I do this trope with every character but yes

- I hC that the first time you do it, it feels weird to enjoy it properly

- lots of twiching and squirming, begging and all that lovely stuff

'kazu- kazuha- I swear to g- mmmMm- kazuha please-!'

- music to his fucking ears

- you're so sweet

- he's be into mutual masturbation don't even try me

- and a voyeur

- Imagine this scenario right

- it's late and you're horny and kazuhas not home

- you slowly slip off your garments and tease yourself toll he does get home

- and when he does, he's greeted with a high pitched moan from his room

- mans thinks you saw a spider

- he goes in and immediately goes red

- there's you on the bed, fully naked with your eyes shut right

- moaning and begging for him

- he loves it too much to say his presence

- as soon as you finish, you look at him and grin

- homies face is a tomato

I completely forgor how to write HAHAHS and do ignorethis being a bit late for his bday but yeah!! 🎱Anon but I bet you could already tell ;)

i write for female Reader and modern au don't come for me LMAO

NSFW !! 18+ ONLY !!

akjsnas BABE YOU'RE REALLY GOING ALL OUT FOR HIS BIRTHDAY ASKDJNA <333

PLS these are so sweet n 👀👀 delicious as usual akjsndaks 💞💞💞💞

pls ik the second half is supposed to be h word smut content (and it is omg akjssda <333) but i find it so sweet that Kazuha's first instinct upon thinking the reader saw a spider is to immediately come to the reader's aide aksjksas (Man's gonna b getting head just bc he's sweet)

BUT YES YES i agree kazuha would be a whole sweetheart omg aksnkajs <333 MMM both in bed and just generally in a relationship aaAAA<333

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, IS KAZUHAS BIRTHDAY RIGHT AFTER YOURS OR AM I TRIPPING

akajsnda ITS CLOSE HHAA

Mine is on the 27, and his is on the 29!! like, two days apart HAHAH

#Catcze.Lingerie 💦 #Cw afab reader #Kazuha smut #Genshin smut #🎱 anon #kajnsd BABE THANK U ILY <333

[lune-hime]

Exposed (Sidon x f!Reader)

The ornate silver neck piece made contact with the tiled floor with a satisfying clank. With each clasp undone, Sidon felt his body buzzing at the newfound lightness. The metallic chime of his final piece of garment, his left bracelet, was a beautiful sound that echoed off the vast pillared walls of his chambers. Although it already had been a day since his arrival, his muscles still ached with a dull tightness brought onto him from the journey to Hyrule Castle. A subtle form of tiredness akin to jetlag was quickly draining his energy and he could not wait to submerge himself in the ample pool that laid before him.

Sidon padded to the edge of the water, streaks of ivory moonlight passing over his crimson scales. He kneeled down, wincing as he heard a few of his bones crack, and dipped an experimental hand into the basin. The warmth of the liquid sent a shiver up Sidon’s body and he immediately slid into the water in one fluid movement. The castle maids had prepared his pool with warm water, per your request, to the exact temperature you knew he liked it. Although this was just one of the many guest rooms in the immense castle, he felt your homey presence in every corner of the chamber. It made his heart flutter in adoration.

Sinking lower, he let the water engulf his shoulders. The tension diffused out and a supple moan escaped his parted lips. Lightly treading water, his thoughts circulated through his mind much like the gentle current of the pool. The officials and champions he had rekindled with today, what was he going to eat tomorrow morning, how radiant you had looked in your formal w-

“Prince Sidon, I forgot to ask you on more question before you retired to the room!” Zelda’s melodic voice carried from the hallway. Her small but sturdy frame emerged from behind the towering door, the hem of her gown swaying about her ankles as she danced her way into the entryway. Soon after she appeared, your head peeked its way around the frame.

Perhaps it was the abruptness of the entry, the intimate solitude of the chambers, his discarded garments, or all factors combined, but Sidon suddenly felt hot. Uncomfortably hot; and not from the water.

“A-ah, yes Princess, what did you want to, ah, ask me?” He coughed, awkwardly sinking lower into the pool. He cursed the palace for having such crystal clear water.

Your brow knit into a firm line at his flustered state. Never before had you seen him act like this seemingly for no reason. When his eyes began flicking anxiously from the pile of metal to you, a wave of understanding flooded your consciousness. Sidon felt exposed. And he was embarrassed about it.

It was natural for Hylian habits to rub off on him since the two of you had started courting. When you were in the Domain, the only time you spent away from the Prince was when you were working on Vah Ruta or the one to two hours of his council meetings. With all that contact how could a few things not start to be ingrained in Sidon’s daily routine? It was clear now by the steady reddening of his cheeks that one of those habits pertained to wearing garments. Or more specifically, when one is caught not wearing them.

“Oh, is this a bad time?” She blinked, unclear of what had him acting so strangely. Sidon looked like he was about to expire in the cloud of uncomfortableness that was circling above the pool. As adorable as he looked, shuffling bashfully and avidly studying the carvings on the nearest pillar, you needed to save him. Biting back your laughter you tapped Zelda lightly on the shoulder. Her head whipped around, confusion still inscribed on her face.

“Zelda, it appears that Sidon was not expecting company this late at night.” You stated, giving her a knowing look you prayed she would pick up on. You cocked your head subtly towards the armor and Zelda gasped softly, the tips of her pointed ears running rosy. She then looked to the Prince with panic written all over her features and he returned the expression tenfold. The two of them turned from mimicking rose petals to beats instead, only making the aroma of the room more thick with tension.

“Oh my goodness! My deepest apologies, Sidon. I didn’t realize you were having, ahem, some alone time.” She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze to the floor so fast you wondered if she got whiplash.

“Well, Y/N can just tell me your answer tomorrow morning. Until then.” She stuttered, abruptly turning on her heels and disappearing behind the door. Once the brisk click signaled her departure, every muscle, tendon, and scale in Sidon’s body went lax. He sighed, tipping his head back against the edge of the pool with a gentle clunk. You took a moment to drown in his appearance. He was like a slightly wilted lotus flower with coral petals basking in the rippling droplets of indigo moonlight.

It now physically hurt to restrain your hysterics and you suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, drowning the luminated room in a symphony of laughs not unlike a songbird’s. Sidon poked one eye open and shook his head in mortified distress, still lazily leaning against the tiled rim.  

“Stop laughing, Y/N. I bet she thinks I was doing something lewd or weird. In her castle of all places.” He grumbled, raising his hands out of the water to run them over his face.

Once you had reigned in your cacophony you padded over to the pool and sat down next to his deflated form, feet dangling into the water.

“Nah. It’s okay, Si. She’s my oldest and best friend. If she does I’ll tell her the truth.” You nudged him playfully. He lolled his head to the side in your direction.

“That might be even more embarrassing…” Sidon trailed off, his face contorted into a slight grimace. You returned it with a fond smile.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He huffed, a feigned pout forming on his features. The rosiness on his cheeks bloomed once more as he lightly splashed your feet where they embraced the water’s surface.

“You know, you used to never be embarrassed about being seen without your accessories.” You stated innocently, eyeing him to observe his reaction.“They don’t really leave anything to the imagination, anyway.”

“Hylian customs are rubbing off on me, I guess.” He replied in a small voice, snaking an arm around your calf to press himself into your side. He started idly playing with your toes, offering a squeak from you. You lightly kicked out, hoping to shake him off. Instead he only scooted closer yet he resigned from his tickling.

“What did the Princess want to ask me?” Sidon inquired. He seemed to be mostly recovered from the ordeal.

“She wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast tomorrow. You left before she could put in an order for the chef.”

“Damn, that’s an important question.” He muttered, setting his chin on your knee and looking up at you with anticipation, his eyes large and blinking.  

“I was planning on telling her smoked salmon.” You informed the prince, giving his caudal fin a loving stroke. Sidon’s eyes lit up, his saffron orbs turning a brilliant gold that put the calming hue of the starlight to shame. He could feel himself start to salivate at the mention of the Hylian delicacy.

“Don’t drool on my leg.” You teased, chuckling as he gulped audibly. You were unable to convey your thoughts on the dish as the deep chiming of the castle’s clocktower replaced whatever voice you would have spoken. The twelve bells signaled it had just turned midnight.

“It’s late, we should both get some rest. We need to wake up early for the festivities tomorrow.” You let out a bittersweet sigh, not wanting to break away from the closeness you shared but knowing you would be the walking dead in the morning if you stayed up any longer. As you rose to your feet, Sidon’s head limply fell into the water, his gaze never leaving your form. Just as you were about to deliver a sweet goodnight, he gingerly grabbed your ankle.

“Please stay, my pearl.” He suggested, a gentle plea that caused your heart to skip a beat.

“Can’t get enough of me, hm?” You sang.

“A very true statement, darling.” Sidon cooed, the warmth radiating from his gaze brushing the tips of your ears and leaving a blushed residue in its wake.

“Alright.” You responded through a yawn.

“We can go back to your chambers, if you’d like.” Sidon suggested, releasing his hold on your ankle and making a move to leave the basin. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him. He halted his movements immediately and blinked up at you.

“You’re soaked. You’ll get my bed wet. I will go get some blankets and return.” You chuckled as you strode towards the doors. He hummed in agreement, a breathy laugh puffing from his chest. Grasping the knob, you turned to face Sidon once more.

“Better keep an eye on this door, my prince. Wouldn’t want someone to see you so exposed now would we?” You warned, tone velvety and blithe. The last thing you heard before you skittered out of the room was a loud groan and the sound of an unlit candle being halfheartedly thrown at the door.

#loz #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #botw #botw fanfiction #loz sidon #prince sidon #sidon x reader #sidon/reader #prince sidon x reader #prince sidon/reader #zora #zelda #botw imagine #botw drabble #drabble #sidon fluff #fluff

[rkived]

━ CHASING PAVEMENTS 04 │ JJK

↳ PAIRING: dad!jk/married!jk/bff!jk x reader 

↳ GENRE/TAGS: f2l, angst, unrequited feelings, cheating, future smut

↳ WARNINGS: (for this chapter) angst as per usual what’s new, jk is sad, reader is sad, sunhi is sad, everyone’s just SAD

↳ RATING: (for this chapter) PG

↳ WORD COUNT: 4k 

↳ SYNOPSIS: Jungkook’s been feeling a little weird lately. Maybe it’s got something to do with his crumbling marriage and the way you seem to care for his daughter more than his own wife.

↳ A/N: ehem let’s pretend like i didn’t ghost this story for like half a year aha i’ve written more than this for cp but i decided to just divide it and leave the juicy stuff for the last chapter !! sorry for making u wait so long </3 anyway hope u enjoy still n i’ll see u in a couple months for the final chapter of cp!! (i’m jking…..or am i?)

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Minji thinks you’re starting to get better. 

Well, she hopes you are because it’s been two months since you broke the news on her and anyone would think that’d it be long forgotten by now. She tries to stop as often as she can to check up on you, even though you assure her that you’re fine and that a simple text would suffice instead of having her come over every day in between. 

Which is why she’s unsure if giving you the invitation Jungkook had handed her about two weeks ago was a good idea, considering that it’s been a few days since you had last even mentioned him to her like you usually did before. In fact, today you look like you’re at peace for the very first time.

‘‘I did yoga!’’ You explain when she mentions that you look different, ‘‘I still can’t face going back to Namjoon’s class, but I remember a ton of positions he taught us!’’ 

Minji has to force herself to smile, her hand lingers inside the purse she’s carrying as her fingers fiddle with the cardstock paper waiting patiently to be handed. 

‘‘And then I stopped for some yogurt at the place down the─’’

‘‘I need to give this to you,’’ Minji stops your ramble and you’re taken aback by how urgent her voice sounds, very unlike her. ‘‘I promised I’d get this to you, so…’’ 

You’re about to ask her what she’s on about when she abruptly hands what you could make out to be a colorful piece of paper. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight, completely confused until it suddenly hit you what it is that your friend’s talking about.

‘‘How did you─?’’ 

Minji gives you half a smile and shakes her hand so you can take the card instead of just staring at it, ‘‘Just─take it.’’

Your hand reaches out to grab it from her and your eyes quickly focus on the unicorn and sparkles themed birthday invite. It reads that it’s Sunhi’s birthday and that you are invited! You recognize the handwriting that filled the party’s information details, you always thought he had really nice penmanship. 

‘‘I think you should go,’’ Minji’s voice sounds like she’s faraway, but she’s just a few feet away from you, ‘‘for Sunhi.’’ 

You’re still staring at the invitation, memorizing every single detail. There’s so many unicorns, when did she start liking the mythical creature? She had never mentioned a liking towards them to you ever. You assume it must’ve happened during these few months of your absence.

How many moments have you missed? How many unanswered questions must Sunhi have by now? How many new toys has she had to wait to show you? How many kindergarten stories has she been saving to tell you? 

You’ve been counting. Sixty days have passed since you last saw Sunhi. It’s been seven Fridays since you last had her in your arms. 

Sixty days and seven Fridays since you kissed Jungkook. Fifty-nine days since you blocked him. 

Minji is still waiting for any sort of reaction from you. You’re stoically analyzing the piece of paper and she wonders what is it that you’re thinking or feeling. Is it good, bad or all in one? Whatever it is, her small deed is done. 

‘‘Y/N?’’ She calls out, you slowly nod and take your eyes from the invitation from the first time since she gave it to you. ‘‘Do you mind if I go? I have some stuff to─’’

A small gasp escapes your lips, ‘‘Yes Minji, of course!’’ Your friend smiles slightly and you proceed to escort her out your apartment. She actually doesn’t have anything to do, but she thinks it’s best if you get some space to take everything in. 

Minji notices how you’re still holding on to the birthday invite and she has to suppress a chuckle because she knows you’re most likely doing this absentmindedly. 

Before you’re able to thank her for coming, she stops you to say one last thing. ‘‘If you don’t want to go, then don’t,’’ she begins and your eyebrows raise at your friend’s comment. ‘‘Whatever it is that you decide on doing, I’ll support you either way,’’ Minji offers you a genuine smile and you can’t help but hug her tightly.

You’re alone again. Loneliness has come in waves as of lately. You’ve lived alone for years now, you’re used to being the only person present in your apartment ─ but that fact hasn’t felt more obvious than since you shunned Jungkook out. 

Good days eventually turn sour. The times where it seems like you can go on about your life without thinking about him and what he might be up to quickly change because your mind makes you feel bad about feeling good. 

Why did you cut him off knowing his daughter idolizes you like no other? Why did you selfishly decide to block him when you could’ve just talked it out? Why didn’t you stop him that night if you knew things would change between you two? Why did you let him kiss you knowing it was going to hurt in the end?

You know Sunhi’s fourth birthday is coming up. It’s one of those dates you can’t simply forget, it comes naturally to you. You had settled with the idea that you weren’t going to be invited this time around, it would’ve been okay since you think it’s what you deserve anyway. If Jungkook had taken you off the guest list, he was in his total right to do so. 

You want to be mad at him right now.

Why would he invite you? Why couldn’t he just leave things the way they were? You wish you were angry, but you’re not. You feel slightly comforted with the fact that he had decided to include you even with everything that went down. In fact, not inviting you would’ve been selfish knowing that Sunhi must want you there. 

And if the invitation wasn’t enough of a sign that you should go, two days ago you got an email that the gift you had preordered for Sunhi some time ago was on its way to your place. Just in time for her birthday party. 

That’s life for you. 

You’re quick to remind yourself of Minji’s last words to you. You’re not obligated to go and if you don’t want to, then you don’t have to. But you’d be lying if you said that because you really want to go, but there’s still some things that are holding you back. Your brain starts breaking down the pros and cons of going. 

The pros: You’d get to see Sunhi again, who you missed terribly and a tiny part of you was wishing that she didn’t hate you for suddenly leaving. It’s too much to ask for, but you do hope that Jungkook had come up with something instead of telling her upfront that you had left. 

The cons: You’d have to see Jungkook. Having to face the awkwardness of knowing you had blocked his number, prohibiting him from contacting you and discussing what happened like adults would do. 

Oh, and you’d see Jiwoo too and pretend like you didn’t have any romantic feelings for her husband. 

Whatever decision it is, you’d only have two days to decide.

Jungkook smiled warmly as he looked at Sunhi twirling in her green and purple dress in front of the long length mirror in his bedroom. Ever since he got the garment in the mail, he had to hide it from her curious hands because if it were up to her she’d be wearing it day and night. 

‘‘Daddy, I look so cute!’’ Sunhi said with an excited tone, hopping in her place. The tull of her skirt followed her movements, making the glittery details sparkle brightly caused by the natural sunlight slipping through the curtain cracks. 

He chuckled, ‘‘You do, Pumpkin, but you need to settle down.’’ Jungkook placed his hands on her tiny shoulders, making his daughter’s bouncing cease. ‘‘You gotta be fully energized for the party, alright?’’ She nodded quickly, but he could still feel the excitement radiate from her. 

‘‘Gramma will do my braid, daddy.’’ Sunhi let him know once she noticed her father take a brush in his hand. The little girl much rather have her hair tangled in knots than having him attempt to do any sort of hairstyles on her. 

Jungkook pouts, but nods understanding. He’s thankful that his parents had made the trip from Busan this year. He knows his mother knew he would have a hard time setting everything up by himself this time around. His parents would normally miss Sunhi’s parties due to the distance, but he’d make it up to them by visiting the following weekend and doing a smaller gathering at their house instead. 

Things feel different. One could say that this time, everything is exactly where it should be. Sunhi’s growing older, his parents are here and not far away like usual, Jiwoo’s no longer in the picture, he’s picking back up the things that used to make him happy. There’s just a missing piece that doesn’t allow him to declare the puzzle’s finished.

And his daughter hasn’t really been helpful in allowing him to forget about it either. 

‘‘Daddy, is Auntie Y/N going to come?’’ She asked for what seemed the thousandth time that week alone. The younger girl only wanted to make sure you’re coming even though her father had reassured her that you might be making an appearance. 

Jungkook hummed, pursing his lips together, ‘‘Well, I don’t know if Auntie Y/N will manage to catch her flight in time for your party, but hopefully she’ll come,’’ he painfully lied and Sunhi nodded with a pout, she was hoping she’d get a different answer this time around, but still settles with her father’s explanation. 

Ever since you left, it had been part of her daily routine to ask about you and your whereabouts. Jungkook hated lying to his daughter, but he knew that even if he were to explain the ending of your friendship, she wouldn’t be able to understand. He had foolishly hoped that after telling her, repeatedly, that you had been out of the country because of your job, Sunhi would get the clue that you showing up at her birthday party was very unlikely. 

He can’t blame her because he’s also been hoping that you’ll show up for whatever reason. Jungkook’s aware that Minji had made no promises of you attending, but that little bit of faith he still had, clung onto you tightly. 

He’s let go of so many things recently, but he refuses to add you to that painful list. 

‘‘I miss Auntie Y/N,’’ Sunhi mumbled to herself, but Jungkook heard her clearly and his heart shattered at the longing in his daughter’s voice.

That’s why he’s relieved that she’s now running around the yard with her friends from the kindergarten she attends, screaming in glee as they all chase each other around the grass. The PinkFong playlist he had put together earlier that week has been a hit with the children, who danced and sang along to the lyrics; although some parents might’ve gotten tired of hearing the infantile music after a while. Jungkook himself is part of the people who much rather listen to something else, but it’s worth it if it means he catches Sunhi humming along to the tunes every once in a while. 

Having to entertain the parents has taken his mind off of knowing you’re not there. The party started two hours ago and you’re never late for anything, especially his daughter’s birthday celebrations. He’s settling with the idea that you’re no longer coming while he dabbles in serving food and refilling drinks, all the while having to make conversation with the parents of the invited kids. 

He can feel just how bad they feel for him, the word’s gotten around the PTA committee that he’s in the process of divorcing while taking full custody of his daughter.

‘‘Jungkook, how are you doing?’’ One of the invited moms asked him with a tactful tone, accompanied by a gentle smile that made him feel like a child for a mere moment. With a smile that could put anyone’s worries at ease, Jungkook assured her ─and the rest of the worrying mothers─ that he was doing just fine. 

It’s Sunhi’s day, it’s her party, a few more hours and you can cry all about it when she’s sleeping, had become his mantra as the party goes on.

‘‘What’s with the long face?’’ His mother suddenly asks him after he finishes placing the candles on Sunhi’s unicorn themed cake. 

Jungkook furrows his brows, ‘‘The unicorn’s face looks pretty alright to me,’’ he comments looking at the fondant shaped mythical creature at the top of the cake. 

Mrs. Jeon rolls her eyes, shaking her head slightly at his son’s obliviousness, ‘‘I’m talking about your long face. Is everything alright?’’ She asks in genuine concern, making him sigh as he scratches the back of his neck. ‘‘It’s not because of Jiwoo, right?’’ The woman cautiously asks, afraid the mention of her son’s ex partner might be too sensitive.

The news of the divorce had surprised his parents, but they weren’t completely heartbroken about it. They had known her for years, but it had never been a close relationship at that. His mother had made a couple of comments here and there before concerning his ex partner’s behavior, but were always overlooked by Jungkook.  

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise in surprise and he quickly shakes his head no, ‘‘I’m fine, mom. I’m just kinda tired.’’ 

For someone who hates lying, he’s been doing it a lot recently. 

His mother doesn’t seem so sure about his answer, but decides not to interrogate him any further since she knows her son has been dealing with too much recently and she didn’t want to add her nagging to the list. 

Eventually the party guests all sing happy birthday to Sunhi as she sits behind her cake clapping alongside them, mumbling the famous song as she waits for everyone to finish so she can blow the four candles out and make a wish. She closes her eyes with force, putting her hands together as the guests watch her silently mouth words out. 

‘‘What did you wish for, Sunhi?’’ One of the kids excitedly asks her, fingers curling around her arm as he waits for her to answer. 

Sunhi hmphs and turns her face away from him, ‘‘If I say it out loud it won’t come true!’’ 

Jungkook can only hope his daughter had asked for something he’s able to buy. The newest Barbie doll, a trip to the zoo, that pretty tutu she saw at the store. Anything that is at arm’s reach from him to give her. But Jungkook knows his daughter all too well, those things don’t really matter to her right now. 

Sunhi’s wish is something he can’t obtain ─ someone that’s no longer a call away from him. His daughter doesn’t know, but he’s wished for the same thing too. 

You to come back. 

The small pieces of confetti on the ground, paper decorations pasted on the wall and hanging from the ceiling of the house are enough to give away that a party had happened the day before, and that someone had been too tired by the end of it to even attempt to clean up. 

Even the thought of having to deal with all of the mess that his living room currently looks like is already making Jungkook regret not accepting his mother’s willingness to help after the party had ended yesterday, assuring her that she had done enough that day and that it was only fair he took care of the cleaning. 

Sunhi’s birthday had gone smoothly for the most part.

And as Jungkook scrolls through his phone’s gallery, smiling warmly at the small clips he managed to capture of his gleeful daughter running around the yard with her friends and the multitude of pictures his mother took of her blowing the candles of the cake out, granted, majority of them blurry, he is reminded that, although the party had been a success, the aftermath hadn’t been as pretty.

The party was over when he started hearing the first goodbyes and thankful comments of the parents for inviting them over, wishing Sunhi a final happy birthday before they took their sleepy kids in their arms. He had hoped his daughter would be drained too, despite the amount of sugar she had a few hours before. 

‘‘Auntie Y/N didn’t come.’’ Sunhi had stated, a pout on her trembling lips as she looked up at her tired father. ‘‘Why didn’t she come?’’ She asked in genuine curiosity as her eyes started glossing with tears.

Jungkook sighed, ‘‘Pumpkin, I told you she’s not in town. I’m sorry she─’’ It didn’t matter what excuse he had given her, the waterworks had begun. He hadn’t seen his daughter cry like that in a long time and for a moment, he didn’t know what to do to get her to stop. 

Even if he tried to coax her with distractions, like the number of gifts she had received from the guests or telling her he’d let her have another slice of cake if she stopped crying. He knew that what his daughter wanted wasn’t toys or food. She wanted you. And as much as Jungkook wants you just as much, he’s lost on ways to make you come back. 

Sunhi cried for what seemed like hours, his parents had even tried to cheer the little girl up by promising to take her to their house the very next morning for the rest of the weekend, to which she merely nodded as she fell asleep from exhaustion on her father’s chest. 

He envied her as he remained awake for most of the night, tears streaming down his face as guilt ate him away for his daughter’s heartbreak. 

It’s his fault after all. 

Jungkook isn’t upset you didn’t show up, you didn’t have to. Not even Sunhi could make you come back. Selfishly kissing you that night had changed the course of your relationship forever and that meant that his daughter would have to pay for his wrongdoings. 

With the absence of Sunhi, he’s reminded of just how big his house feels when he’s by himself. Ever since Jiwoo moved out, the only company he’s had is that of his daughter and it’s more than enough. With her dancing around the hallways and singing songs to the top of her lungs, Jungkook doesn’t feel as lonely.

He must’ve missed the knocking at the door or the ringing doorbell ─if there even was one─ because of the earphones he had on while he swept the confetti paper scattered on the hardwood floor of his home because by the time he opens his door to get a run around the neighborhood, he notices there’s a gift placed in his front doorstep. 

Jungkook’s brows furrow with confusion, unsure of why it was there in the first place. He’s sure Sunhi had opened all of her gifts last night, lazily and not very excited about them after her big cry, but she had made sure to leave them all unwrapped.

The medium-sized box is wrapped with a white and pink polka-dot paper, a cute golden ribbon placed right in the middle of it. Jungkook picks it up, bringing it closer for better inspection. Maybe it was from one of the kids that couldn’t make it? Although, they could’ve just gave it to Sunhi when they saw her at school again.

His eyes widen and his heartbeat races up when he reads the sticker tag with the name of the person responsible for the gift. 

‘‘To: Sunhi ♡

From: Auntie Y/N’’

His eyes scan the tag over and over again, just to make sure he’s reading the name correctly. When he manages to take his attention away from it, he looks around the street in hopes that he’d find you. 

How long has this been out here? Could he have caught a glimpse of you had he been less distracted? 

Although it feels wrong to open his daughter’s gift without her consent, he feels the urgent need to peek at what’s inside. His mind even tries to reason with himself, telling him it’s probably only a doll or a clothing item, like the other gifts Sunhi had received from the birthday guests yesterday. 

With a click of his tongue, he forgoes doing the right thing and tells himself that he’ll just wrap the gift again before Sunhi comes back from his parent’s house. 

The cute wrapping paper is thrown over his shoulder carelessly as he quickly unveils a white cardboard box, tilting his head slightly at what could possibly be inside. When he takes the top off, a soft gasp escapes his lips. 

A pink and white digital camera aimed for children lies inside, there’s decorative paper placed around it and a note inside. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, taking it delicately in his hand as he reads the words written in the familiar handwriting that hasn’t changed from all those years back in college. 

‘‘Happy 4th birthday, Sunhi! Since you’re growing older, I wanted to gift you something different this year around. Your daddy loves taking videos and I thought you should start doing it too, maybe he’ll pick his camera back up again haha. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see you blow your candles out, I hope all your wishes come true! I love you and miss you so much, 

-Auntie Y/N’’

Jungkook blinks back the tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes. He places the note back inside the box and breathes in deeply, exhaling slowly as he stares at the gift. No one but you could come up with an idea like this. It hurts him, but he smiles slightly at your thoughtfulness. 

A different feeling arises inside him as he holds the gift in his hand, looking at it like this is the sign he had been sent from above. The last thread of his string of faith. He doesn’t even think twice, placing the gift gently inside and rushing to step outside to close the door. 

He’ll go on that run, just not around his neighborhood. 

As he runs past rows of houses and stores, the voice inside his head tries to tell him that he should think rationally. There’s a reason why you didn’t show up yesterday and another for you dropping the gift in front of his house without a sound. You don’t want to see him and yet he’s running straight towards you even if he knows this is hopeless. 

He manages to shut that voice off as he maintains his rapid pace, rushing past the rows of buildings he’s familiar with and the street names he’s memorized by now. It all feels so different when he’s not behind the wheel, he usually always has to depend on his GPS to help him reach places. Your address, though, is one he proudly knows by heart. 

As Jungkook stands outside your apartment building, he stares at it with the sound of his heart drumming inside his ears. Catching his breath, he’s reminded of the many times these past few months he’s been here, with Sunhi fast asleep in her car seat at the back. 

He always pictured going up, knocking at your door, and begging for forgiveness, all for you to turn him down in the end with a gut-wrenching I don’t want you in my life anymore and a door closing on his face. That’s why he always drove away, deciding that uncertainty is better than hearing you reject him.

This time, though, nervous and unsure as he usually is when he comes here, Jungkook breathes in deep and ignores the familiar knot formed inside his stomach. 

He decides that uncertainty isn’t a feeling he wishes upon you.

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