#//was going to get to these yesterday and then forgot to whoops

[mechahero]

@5mind asked- Ghost, midnight oc asks: not-so-nice edition

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

Well, his house is pretty ghost free. Joking aside, there's probably a few things. General regrets and embarrassment at himself when he was younger (which can't really be helped even though he was literally a kid that didn't know any better), anguish over not being able connect with other people even back then, but what really sticks with him was what happened back at the lab.

He might not like to think about it but it has stuck with him. It's kind hard for it not to. He doesn't really live with it so much as he does put up with it. It's all Lambda knows how to do. After all, what else do you do when you've seen tons of dead people while escaping and realizing you're never going to be like your fellow human ever again.

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

If we're being literal, he's a night owl. He's just generally tailored for the night. (And well, insomnia.) Figuratively, it's more or less what I mentioned above. Regret, cringing at older memories, and wondering if they'd ever find him again and what he would do if that ever happened. Or even smaller anxieties like worrying about if he'll ever wake up again when he goes to bed. Though, that particular fear doesn't come up much.

The early hours of the morning are his sunset. He's usually showered, brushed his teeth and put his pajamas on. And then he does the same thing he was doing prior to that, finding something to do so he doesn't have to think about those things.

[yellllowstar]

you can make songs be about The Character if you try hard enough.

(song is "deep in the ocean" by lemon demon)

[skullzy20]

I have so many pathos clamps to farm 😔

[torasplanet]

❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙃.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT + YEAGER!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; eren made your grade in history drop 'cause he's a fat jerk! so what better way to get back at your dear brother than to fuck his best friend behind his back?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluff, aftercare, riding, p in v, nerd!armin, kinda slut!reader, eren being eren, like two flashbacks, armin being a sorta good best friend, praise, petnames (baby), kinda switch!armin, childhood crush to lovers, reader having a HUGEE crush on 'minnie >o<, seduction, loverboy! armin, eren being jean's #1 h8r, round two hinted at end, college au, lingere, armin wears glasses cuz i said so >:( !!, kinda sappy, unedited might do it l8r idk, science shit cuz im a nerd, skin color not mentioned

Eren was the worst big brother ever. 

You wouldn’t have chosen to live with him if housing wasn’t so expensive and you two didn’t go to the same college because he’s annoying as shit. He always holds it against you that you’re living with him whenever you tell him to leave you alone. He was probably the worst person ever to be honest and what he had done yesterday was not helping his case one bit.

See, eren was a coffee person and not one of those regular coffee people. The ones that go insane without their dark roast.

Not so surprising when he’s a college student but he’d never been once before being enrolled so you still weren’t used to him drinking it so when he went into your room saying he forgot something in there with a mug in his hand, you didn’t think much of it and stayed in your spot on the couch watching some random Netflix show you liked, you’d watched it a thousand times but it still entertained you but not enough that you didn’t hear eren curse from your room.

When you rushed up to go inside and ask what in the fuck he did, you couldn't even speak when you saw dark brown liquid spilled all over your five-page essay that was on your desk and there was no saving these, they were completely soaked and the words were mixing because of the wetness of the paper. You cursed your professor for making you write it on paper because this could easily happen. And with Eren being as clumsy as he is, of course, he was the one to make it happen.

He didn’t even care that much either! He just said ‘Whoops, sorry.’ and left, he didn’t offer to redo it for you or anything! And because of him, your grade in history has dropped by a lot. Like a B to an F-. You didn’t even know an F- was possible!

Eren was going to pay for this one way or another, but the issue with upsetting him was that Eren didn’t care about most things in the world. You could cut his hair in his sleep and he’d just get a new haircut, you could key his car and he’d be mad but he’d probably do worse to you. You could tell Mikasa about all the embarrassing dreams he’s had about her but he’d just deny it and then punch you later.

But the one thing that would send Eren off the rails was getting with one of his friends. Eren didn’t care if you were friends with his friends but if you even thought about liking one of them, he’d shut that shit down immediately. The idea of you getting with any of his friends disgusted him and he never wanted it to happen which is why you were going to do that; not only were you going to do that but you were going to do it behind his back which would just piss him off more once he eventually found out.

Sure it was extreme but it was the only thing that would actually fuck with him and that wasn’t your fault plus he was friends with a bunch of hot people…including, Armin.

Armin Arlert. Eren’s best friend since they were little kids, you often saw him a lot in your childhood and still saw him a lot in the present and you liked that. Armin was a cutie ever since you guys were young, even with his long hair he was a cutie but now that he cut it short, he was hot. So with your choice of revenge and Armin being hot, you practically had everything laid out.

You didn’t know how Eren would find out or if you would tell him but you got the seduction and the fucking part down! That’s all you needed honestly.

Most of this was so you could get back at Eren but at the same time, some of it was because you had the tiniest crush on Armin ever since you both were little kids. Even though you’ve fucked a bunch of guys, had them sleep over, and dated a lot, your micro feelings for Armin were always resting in the back of your head coming to the surface when you were alone in your room with your hand between your thighs in your panties and a pillow pressed to your face to block your moans.

You’ve been doing that for quite a while as you’ve wanted Armin for years.

Since his junior year and your sophomore when you two landed in the same mixed gym class, he had his blonde bob and wore glasses during that time but you still wanted him. That one class when some loser let his hand slip and hit you in the face with a dodgeball; Armin was helping you to your feet with his hand accidentally cupping your ass which he, of course, apologized for but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

You wanted to tell him that so badly but of course there was Eren ruining everything after he got done yelling at that loser for hitting you. For the first time ever, eren decided to be a good big brother and not let Zeke fill that role instead and take you to the nurse when all you wanted was for Armin to take you there. You thought you’d get him to take you another way if he did but of course, Eren had to be a cock-block even when you both got back to class.

“Ah is she okay!?” Armin asked loudly as he rushed over to you and Eren as you both walked through the gymnasium doors with you holding a paper towel to your nose that was just running with blood in hopes that it wouldn’t continue its rapid flow. Eren took his arm from around your shoulders as he hummed “Yeah, she’s okay. It’s not broken or anything.” Armin let out a relieved sigh at your brother's words as he pushed his rectangle-framed glasses up while you shamelessly stared at him in his gym uniform that seemed a little too tight for him. You could see his scrawny body with little to no muscle (he’s working on it okay!) through his shirt.

Armin made eye contact with you “That’s good, thought we’d have to call Zeke to get you.” He said sweetly which made a smile appear on your face but it quickly fell at the sound of your brother’s voice “Yeah, thought I’d have to get Ymir and beat the hell out of that guy.” Ugh, he was annoying. Eren knew he couldn’t kick anyone's ass even if he had Superman’s powers and yet he was still saying he would.

Of course, Armin looked at him concerningly but said nothing and shook his head before turning to you once more “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He told you comfortingly as he embraced you into a hug with his hands resting on your lower back, you wished that they went even lower like they did before but what he whispered next into your ear really made you want that “Don’t tell Eren about earlier, ‘kay? He’d be so mad.”

He said it like he meant to put his hands on your ass which contradicted his previous apology and it riled you up and made your childhood crush really blossom and now…you had finally gotten your chance to act out all those fantasies and thoughts you had due to his words and piss Eren off at the same time. It’s like a dream come true!

So when you were getting ready to go to Armin's dorm on college campus for your study session that was hopefully going to turn into more, you made sure to put on the cutest black lace thong with a matching bra that was practically see-through, you could see the darkness of your nipples showing through the fabric before you put on your skimpy top and tight-fitting shorts.

Falsies fluttered constantly as you looked through them peering up at Armin’s dorm door waiting for him to come and open the door for you and his study session. You perked up at the sound of the door unlocking before it opened revealing the blonde already staring at you but his gaze turned confused very quickly and you knew why. 

You looked stupid, didn’t you? Here for a study session and yet there was nothing in your hands, no books, no pencil, nothing. Everything you needed was in the pockets of your shorts, your phone, and of course a condom. “Hi Armin, can I come in?” You questioned looking him up and down, he was wearing the white tee and grey sweatpants combo that almost made you drop to your knees while foaming at the mouth clawing at the waistband of his pants in the middle of this hallway.

His blue eyes drifted down to your boobs that were practically out of your shirt but quickly returned to your face that had gained a promiscuous smirk at the drifting of his gaze “Uh y-yeah, sure.” Armin stammered shaking his head seemingly to snap himself out of a trance that your body put him in. He moved out of the way and let you walk inside the dorm room that he shared with Bertholdt but clearly, the male wasn’t here which would make this all the easier for you “So what do you need help with exactly, you didn’t bring anything?” Armin asked his voice less nervous than it was before as he closed the door and leaned against it while his eyes followed your body as you sat on the edge of his neatly-done bed kicking your shoes off.

You blinked your falsies at him as you leaned back on your palms “A lot, I just thought I’d watch you y’know…do some of the work.” You replied making sure to purse your glossy lips out a bit with your words as you gazed at the blonde that was inching closer to you “I think it’s easier if I watch someone like you do it.” It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t very good at science and Armin was but you were playing it up a little bit. Like you needed him…well you did just not in the way you were telling him.

Armin nervously crept over to his desk that had his PC and everything on it which was sometimes used to play video games loudly with Eren, Connie, and Jean but its main use was for school work “What do you mean?” He asked as you stood up grabbed a chair from Bertholdt’s side of the room and sat down right next to Armin who was glancing down at your cleavage and your thighs, and who knows what he was looking at when your back was turned. You never took Armin for a perv but you weren’t hating the idea of that.

“I mean smart people, eren’s useless so he can’t help me and Mikasa never has time. She’s always with Eren in his room.” You blabber watching as Armin’s blue eyes were focused on his computer screen which was now showing the science homework you two had and you saw all his little glimpses toward you and your chest but you didn’t say anything and sat there all pretty like you had no clue what he was doing. When for the first time ever you knew.

Whenever Armin talked about things he liked such as the ocean, ‘nerd stuff’, and whatnot, you were the only one who really listened. Like actually listened to the point when he referenced something from previous conversations, you were the only one who remembered every single thing. It was a miracle that no one knew about your crush, well no one cared to say anything because if pretty much any of the guys knew, they’d definitely say something and laugh at you for doing something so stupid that would make Eren murder someone.

Armin’s cheeks turned pink at the mention of Eren and Mikasa's private relations “What about the times he’s not?” You merely shook your head at his question as you watched him solve the science problems easily “It’s still easier to watch you. You’re smarter than Eren.” You said wrapping your arms around Armin’s and leaning against him snuggling your head into his shoulder and you felt Armin tense up at this action but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Thanks, (n/n),” Armin said with a sheepish smile as he glanced down at you before back at the computer screen. You placed your other hand on his thigh not wanting to waste any time here because Bertholdt could be back any minute, you didn’t even know where he was but you just didn’t want him to come back anytime soon.

A whimper let out from Armin’s lips as you began to rub his thigh gently moving your hand up closer to his crotch but only subtly though he could tell. Armin could tell anytime you touched him compared to someone else's no matter where you put your hands. Your hands were gentle when they touched him almost like you were scared to touch him. You weren’t.

You wanted to be as close to him as possible and savored every touch you got with him, you were definitely going to savor this night even if it was just a one-time thing “You’ve always been smart Armin…I thought it was cute.” You muttered softly as you looked up at the male who was already looking down at you nervously, his expression was so cute! His flushed face, his nervous gaze, and how he was nearly sweating just by your hand on his thigh.

“I still do y’know.” Your hand trailed up to the waistband of his sweatpants but you didn’t do anything but sink your fingertips past them just pulling them away from his skin and letting it slap back against his soft pale flesh. His skinny hand came down and placed itself on top of yours stopping you as you felt warmness overtake your skin “We–...We shouldn’t do this (n/n).” The blonde male said as he looked down at you like he was scared but he was obviously enjoying it with the movement you felt coming from his sweatpants.

The clacking of his keyboard had stopped and it was now silent in the room “Do you not want to?” You asked slowly drawing your hand away but his hand which was just resting on top of yours now had a tight hold on yours and was holding it in place which startled you, it was a drastic change from how gentle he always was with just his hand on yours.

Armin looked away as if he was ashamed of his actions “I just think Eren would be mad.” You knew that was coming soon, Armin was a lot of things, and stupid was definitely not one of them, not even a little bit and you knew he’d catch onto what you were trying to do and tell you something about Eren and blah blah blah but you obviously didn’t care much for that, only what he really wanted to do.

With his hold on your hand, it’s obvious he didn’t want you to go anywhere but you still had to make sure “But do you want to?” You questioned again ignoring his previous statement about your brother and how he might disapprove of it. Eren was a dick and if he wanted to play that card, you could too. You could be a dick by riding his best friend’s.

Armin stared down at you for a while thinking about what he should say and what it would mean if he said something “Yes but–” With that, your fingers went back to his waistband but this time you were gently pulling them down but not completely yet, just teasingly “...what if eren finds out? He’ll be so mad at me.” Armin continued saying those words he said in high school but a bit differently and the context behind it was very different and not just a small accident.

You glanced down at the band of his Nike Pros before looking back up at him through your lashes “I don’t care. Why do you? You want it right?” Armin was quick to nod at your question making a smile stretch across your glossy lips as you ran the tip of your finger over the Nike Logo on his boxers “Yeah…I guess he doesn’t have to find out, right?” Armin said leaning back in his chair his eyes locked on your fingers just wanting them to inch closer to his crotch nearly bitting into the softness of his pink bottom lip that was almost the same color as the apples of his cheeks that showed his enjoyment and flustered feeling.

You shook your head not breaking eye contact with him “I won’t say anything.” You said seductively allowing your hands to slip past the waistband of his boxers and into the small bush of his blonde pubes before lowering it further to his cock.

Armin’s back arched slightly as he felt your hands wrap around him “I w-won’t say anything either.” He sputtered out as you moved your hand up and down while remaining eye contact with him, god you were such a bitch. Keeping eye contact with him while slowly jerking him off knowing it’d make him more embarrassed and completely bricked.

You leaned up releasing your hold on his arm and pressing a kiss to his lips that were letting out small whimpers and grunts. It grew sloppy very fast with Armin being eager. His hips were bucking up into your hand and his hands were just by his side not knowing where to go or what to touch, maybe your wrist? Your waist? Your shoulder? Or should he just keep them where they were? His mind was full of just you and only you that he couldn’t even think straight and you hadn’t even really begun to do anything yet.

You moaned into his mouth as he did the same before gently pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you two, your lip gloss was now on his lips and even around it, you could only imagine what it looked like on your lips now. Armin watched as your head tilted down to the movement you were causing in the confinements of his pants before you looked right back at him tilting your head curiously.

“Can I?” Armin wasn’t sure exactly what you were asking here but he had an idea so he nodded ferociously but when your hand left his pants, he got confused.

When he saw you beginning to take off your panties and shorts in one go, that’s when he caught on and began to do the same. He lifted his hips to slide off his grey sweatpants and then his all-black Nike Pros allowing both of the clothing articles to pool at his ankles as he sat there awkwardly waiting for you.

You grinned up at Armin before transferring yourself to his lap using it as a chair but you were just hovering over him now with your knees on each side of him supporting your body as you lined him up with your dripping cunt.

Armin’s hands instinctively went to your waist as you rested on his shoulders. The male stared up at you as you carefully perfected the lineup to make sure he didn’t miss the hole, he’d wanted you for the longest and he finally was going to get you. I mean, this wasn’t how he was planning on it going down, he was going to ask you out and then you guys would get to this part but this was okay too. It was great actually because he didn’t know if he could wait until you two started to date to get some of you. He definitely could not but good thing you’re a slut right?

A loud moan left your mouth as you slowly lowered yourself onto Armin’s cock making him throw his head back while he leaned back in his chair.

His back arched as you fully sunk, his legs spread allowing you to bottom out as you let out a whimper at Armin’s nails digging into the bare flesh of your hips harshly surely leaving indents there “Are you okay?” Armin asked as he managed to open his eyes and look at you reaching up one of his hands to cup your cheek carefully.

That’s one of the things you loved most about him. He was always thinking about other people. You were sure Armin was losing his mind right now by the way he was scarcely thrusting up into you and the grunts in between his words and yet he was still making sure you were okay when you were way more than okay. Nearly losing yourself in how full you felt but you were still feeling amazing.

You nodded your head as you smiled at him “Of course. Are you?” Armin nodded silently at your question taking in the warmth of being inside you and how tight you were, squeezing him every other second. You began to play with his hair slicking it back and running your fingers through it making a mess of the beautiful blonde locks. You wish you’d been able to do this when he had his long hair but this was just as enjoyable.

Armin leaned in for a kiss again which you happily obliged to. The kiss started sweet and soft as your hands went to his neck holding onto him for support as you began to grind on him rubbing your thighs against his which made the brutal feeling of his nails piercing into your skin grow. You and Armin's tongues fought for dominance with it quickly ending with Armin taking control, you’d like to say you let him but you didn’t. He won the battle and got a little rougher with his win.

He kissed you harsher as he pulled you closer to his body. Armin lifted you taking you by surprise before slamming you back down on him making you shout into the kiss and biting down onto Armin’s lip “Sorry…” You muttered as you broke the kiss watching as Armin touched his bottom lip which was bleeding a bit before looking down at the tip of his finger “It’s fine. Just keep going, baby.” You couldn’t even think of a response and just continued your grinding but this time you were bouncing a bit closing your eyes as you moaned.

Armin’s hand snuck up your shirt and under your bra squeezing your boob roughly as he went and buried his face in your neck kissing and sucking on you, covering the bare skin with purple marks some darker than others. His nails released their hold on your skin and his hand trailed down to your butt harshly groping it as he bit down on your neck smearing the blood of his lip all over your neck.

“Fuck.” You cursed getting quicker with your pace as you fucked yourself on his cock while whimpering like a slut. It’s a little crazy how Armin was just the one that was whimpering a second ago but now you were and he was the cause. 

You never pictured Armin as a rough lover. In your fantasies, he was always so gentle, so calm, his fingers softly trailing over your skin as he whispered comforting words into your ears. Nothing like how he was in reality, biting you, covering you in hickies, creating indents in your skin from how rough he was grabbing you.

You weren’t necessarily complaining, it just took you by surprise and you didn’t know how to react other than with your moans of delight “So pretty. You put this on for me?” Armin asked as he backed away from your neck leaning right back in his chair as he lifted your shirt revealing the lacy bra, you didn’t even say anything and just nodded rapidly while continuing to moan “Was for me to take off or look at ‘cus...I don’t know which one I wanna do.” The blonde cooed looking up at you as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. You’ve never really seen Armin look at you like that, you’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. His eyes lidded damn nere closed, lust in his eyes, a smirk on his face and it seemed as if the blue of his eyes were more noticeable than usual. They were practically glowing as they traveled up and down your half-naked body.

“I don’t know…” You blabbered. You couldn’t even remember what you put the bra on for if it was just for him to look at or if it was for him to take it off too. You just wanted to look pretty for him and didn’t think that far ahead into what he would do “C’mon baby…you gotta know.” Armin whispered slapping a hand on your ass and making you jolt up earning a small whimper from him.

If you didn’t know before, you definitely don’t know now with how he was talking to you “W-Which ever you want.” You sputtered out as you slowed down your movements trying to compose yourself your eyes shutting close again.

Armin hummed in delight at your words “Really? I think I’m gonna keep it on you. Makes ‘em look so pretty.” He spoke lowly running one of his fingers over the pattern of the lace, his eyes locked on your boobs less ashamed now. You nodded and hummed as you sat still on him getting more sensitive by the moment just from him being inside of you.

The male’s blue eyes drifted down to where you two were connected and looked back up at you “Baby, you’re gorgeous and I love you but I’m gonna need you to move a little faster f’me.” Armin cooed smiling up at you. It’s not like you were going fast exactly before you stopped but something was better than nothing even if he wanted much more.

You smiled brightly and opened your eyes peering down at him “I love you too Armin.” The blonde let out a laugh and his smile widened. It was no surprise that you only paid attention to that part of his sentence, it looked like there was nothing in that head of yours anymore “You need me to take control? You can just lay there and look pretty, I don’t mind.” He said sweetly tilting his head slightly making his blonde hair sway and it made him look even more pretty.

No matter how much he cut his hair, his golden locks were always so silky especially when they moved in the slightest tilt of his head or the small blow of the wind “No, I-I got it.” You said placing your hands on his chest before beginning to move once more but this time you weren’t grinding with the addition of small bouncing, you were going up and down making slapping sounds echo off the off-white walls with wet sounds following it.

Groans escaped Armin’s throat with some slips of whimpers and whines as he threw his head back, hands gripping your ass as if his life depended on it while your tits bounced in the lacy fabric in his face. Armin’s blue eyes stayed focused on you and didn’t close once, he wanted to keep looking at you and how pretty you looked with your mouth wide open letting out pornographic sounds.

Armin had never admitted it to anyone in the world but he always thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He believed it when he was young and still believed it.

Even though he hadn’t told anyone about it, a few people caught on when he was younger maybe in his elementary or middle school years? He didn’t quite remember but what he did remember was when Eren came to him during their math class and told him about how obvious his feelings for you were. Armin was so embarrassed when that happened and a little devastated by what Eren said but he did it anyway because that was his best friend and he’d do anything for him.

But looking back at that, he was sure he only agreed to that because Eren was his only friend and he was very much a pushover.

“Armin, I know you like my sister.” Eren had told him when sitting down on the empty desk beside the blonde’s with a straight face. Armin’s face went pale and his eyes widened in shock at that moment not knowing what to say as he was just doing long division a second ago.

He dropped his #2 pencil on the worksheet and pushed his glasses up “Don’t lie. I always see you looking at her.” Eren said narrowing his eyes at his friend practically sensing that guilty excuses of denial were soon going to start pouring out of his friend’s mouth “Sorry eren…She’s just…very pretty.” The long-haired boy muttered as he began fumbling with his fingers while looking at his lap refusing to meet his friend’s eyes.

Eren sighed as he dropped his head understanding how he was probably making his friend very nervous “I know. I can’t keep those stupid soccer boys away from her.” He grumbled remembering all the times he’s literally had to jump in front of you with his arms in the air yelling for them to back away from his little sister. He didn’t think you were old enough to be dating even though he’s had his fair share of five-day relationships. Eren would use that excuse for you until you were in the eighth grade and would then lay out a list of guys you shouldn’t date because ‘they’re the worst guys ever’ which consisted of soccer guys, basketball guys, and Jean. Jean was the only specific name on there.

Armin glanced up at his friend still nervous as he shuffled in his seat “Look, I don’t care if you like her or anything but don’t date her! I’d love to have you as a brother but she’s super annoying, you deserve better than her.” Eren said with a small pout on his lips making Armin laugh but the blue-eyed boy nodded while agreeing with the conditions “Okay eren. I won’t date her.”

It was stupid how he told Eren that but continued to like you after all this time. Armin was sure that the ‘deserved better than her’ reason had worn off now and was replaced by something like ‘It’s just so gross’ and Armin understood where Eren was coming from now. He and Eren had kissed two times at two separate parties both times with them being basically blackout drunk and of course, you didn’t know, no one knew and that’s the way both of them wanted it to stay, and Eren seeing him start dating his sister after all of that would be very weird for Eren and Armin. Armin still wanted to date you regardless though but was still considering how Eren would feel about it.

But who said he couldn’t fuck you? Eren didn’t have to know about that and if he did find out, it’d just be something to ease him into accepting Armin dating you.

Plus, it’s not like Armin cared very much about what Eren felt now that he was six inches deep inside of the warmth of your soaking cunt.

“Ughn! Shit, you feel so good.” Armin whined loudly as he squeezed his eyes closed feeling a tightness in his stomach but he quickly snapped them back open reminding himself of the beauty in front of him who was quite literally doing all the work to make him and herself feel good. Shit, by the way, you were fucking yourself out, he wouldn’t have cared if you wanted to peg the shit outta him.

The pleasure both of you felt was soon interrupted by a loud ringing of someone’s phone. You opened your eyes and turned your head around slowing the bouncing and resorting to grinding which made Armin hate phones “Who is it?” He asked though it came out as a whine with his heavy breathing. You saw his phone glowing and ringing on the desk which his PC sat on and you squinted trying to see the contact name through the growing tears of pleasure and when you saw it your eyes widened and you let out a whine of frustration.

It was Eren. Stupid Eren being a cockblock once again.

Yeah, you did this whole thing to get back at Eren and take advantage of your anger against your brother to finally do what you’ve wanted to for a while but if he called, you were going to stop. Having your brother listen to you fucking his best friend was disgusting. His finding out about it was a whole other thing and now in the state of mind you were from this dick that made you dumb, you didn’t really care too much about if he’d find out at all.

Fuck, this wasn’t even about getting back at Eren anymore. This was about feeling your desire and your need for the blonde.

“S’ eren…” You muttered turning back to Armin with a saddened look on your face and his eyes widened too seemingly snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in. He took his hand off the flesh of your ass and went to reach for his phone with his hand trembling from the pleasure he was still receiving from your small movements but you placed one of your hands on the desk in front of the phone before he could grab it.

You shook your head as you sped up the pace lifting yourself up and down once more “Don’t get it.” You pleaded looking down at Armin hoping to persuade him to just ignore the call and he didn’t say anything and just stared back at you. He broke eye contact and looked behind you seeing the phone and sighed. He knew Eren was just going to keep calling until he eventually got the idea that he was not going to answer the phone and he’d definitely get scolded for not picking up.

Fuck it. It’s whatever.

“Fine.” The Arlert male said looking back up at you and you smiled slightly before picking up the pace making Armin’s calm manner quickly disappear and back into his little whines and deep groans “Fuck, you killing me.” Armin said with a groan his hand gripping the edge of the desk and his other digging his short nails into your ass once again remaking the marks that had faded.

You leaned down and began placing sloppy kisses onto the fair-colored skin of his neck and he gave you full access with his head being thrown back. Your body pressed further against his with your boobs pressing against his hard chest making you moan onto his neck from the feeling of your sensitive nipples pressing against him.

You could feel yourself inching closer and closer to a release with every second and every bounce. You were falling more in love with Armin as his pretty groans and whimpers filled the silence along with yours, he was so sweet, so gentle yet still so rough but it was the perfect balance.

That balance was pleasurable enough but the sound of your moans mixing with his was like the most perfect lemonade to ever exist. Sweet and Sour, the sour was his occasional deep groans after the sweetness of his whimpers had run out.

Your back arched as you let out a loud whine letting go and cumming all over his cock biting down on his neck as your toes curled.

However, Armin hadn’t cum and he was not done. Not one bit. His other hand came back to your ass and he continued to bounce you up and down even after you had stopped to catch your breath “Sorry…just need this s’bad!” Armin apologized with his voice wavering. You weren’t really sure what he was apologizing for exactly, maybe the increase in roughness? Maybe the sudden force? It didn’t matter because you didn’t care. He was just helping you ride out your orgasm. Well, the rest of it.

Soon you felt his warm seed sputtering inside of you and filling you all up, it seemed endless until it stopped “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” Armin asked through his deep breaths, his chest rising and falling under your sweaty palm as you retracted your face from the crook of his neck to look at him breathing just as heavy as he was.

You shook your head lightly “No, m’ okay…” You whispered as you tried to catch your breath and Armin nodded at your answer.

His hands went to your hips much gentler than they were before almost as if you were fine china and it was the first time he was using you and in a way, it was. He lifted you from his limp cock with ease and allowed you to stand to your feet but your legs and feet had fallen asleep by now, it’d be pretty hard to walk home now “What are you doing?” Armin asked as he saw you bending over to grab the clothes you had discarded while he pulled up his Nike Pros but kicked the sweatpants off.

You looked at him not really knowing what to say and just shrugged your shoulders “Can’t leave yet, I still gotta clean you up.” Armin said standing to his feet and swooping you into his arms not asking you or giving you any heads-up so you sat there being carried confused as to what he was doing.

“I just do that myself when I get home.” You said as the blonde carried you to the bathroom kicking open the cracked door before waddling over to the tub “Why? It’s the least I can do, you were practically doing all the work.” Armin said laughing awkwardly as he set you inside the porcelain tub being careful before reaching over and letting you take the remainder of your clothing off before turning on the faucet letting the warm water flow into the tub and onto your feet.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that you had your more than fair share of horrible boyfriends but not everyone in the world knew. Armin and a few of you two’s other friends knew because either you told them or Eren blabbed his mouth to them about every time you’d complain to him about some stupid guy and that’s the reason why Armin knew about almost everything. 

Since the ninth grade, he’d heard from Eren about all the horrible guys you’ve dated who played you, lied, cheated, yelled, even left you stranded at a party and all Armin wished was that you found a guy that actually found the sweetness and greatness in you. He wished more than anything that it would be him.

He dreamed about all the things he’d do for you, to you, and with you, that’d put a smile on your face. All the things you’d deserve that he’d give you even if it nearly killed him.

He wanted that more than ever right now as he looked at you relaxing in the hot water that was filling up the tub very fast. He reached his hand into the tub and grabbed yours holding it comfortingly and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles which made your eyes open and dart to him “I love you (y/n).” Armin spoke softly leaning his cheek against the side of his tub never looking away from you with his light-colored eyelashes fluttering with minor blinks and it seemed as if he was trying to stop blinking so he wouldn’t waste a single second looking away from you.

“I love you too Armin.” You said with a kind smile on your face as you squeezed his hand with his cheeks turning red from your words. Your smile slowly turned from kind to mischievous as your pure thoughts changed to the complete opposite realizing you were naked.

You lifted your foot out of the tub and rested it on the edge which drew the blonde’s attention “Y’know armin…I didn’t learn much from your study session.” You whispered looking back up at Armin who very quickly caught onto what you were trying to say and got incredibly embarrassed “Come on, you’re the one that called it that…” He muttered lifting his head from the side of the tub as he looked away from you his cheeks burning a bright red.

That was true, you were the one who called it that but you both didn’t even attempt to get down to the science. Got down and dirty before Armin could even get to the beginning of the science work “Yeah but I hope we get another one, I actually wanna learn somethin’.” You said shrugging your shoulders as you placed your other leg on the other side of the tub spreading them.

Armin’s eyes were locked on your wet legs as water dripped in droplets from your calves, he wondered if his cum was still there or if it had washed out into the water “What next? Seems like you got biology down pretty good.” He said meeting your eyes again with a smile on his face that matched yours.

“Maybe neuroscience. I can teach you stuff too like what makes girls happy.” Armin almost laughed at how you were referring to serotonin but clearly forgot what it was called, he would’ve if he didn’t watch how the drops of water rolled down your tits to your areolas and down to your tummy.

Armin brought his hand to your leg and rubbed it up and down making you bite down into your lip “I think I know what makes girls happy.” He said his hand growing closer to your crotch moving down to your inner thigh and the ache in your cunt returned practically pulsing as you watched the way he looked at you. Seemed he realized the way you were squeezing around nothing.

You tilted your head as you looked at him sinking deeper into the warm water “Really? What makes me happy then?” You questioned with a whine slipping out with each inch Armin’s hand came closer and his smirk widened as the glowing in his eyes returned as if he was some sort of predator getting ready to pounce and eat you alive.

“Me.”

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[daydaydayrk420]

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader. Steve and Natasha are dating and the male reader is Tony's son who just came back from college and that night be has to talk to Steve but walks in on them so they ask him to join and he happily agrees, add a part where Steve is pounding him while reader eats Natasha. Top dom Steve Rogers, bottom dom Natasha Romanoff, verse sub male reader. I know you said you'd add multiple parts instead of long fics when that person asked but I please- please make this one a one shot and please make it long. The longer the better if that's ok.

All characters are 18+

Whoops

Steve Rogers x male reader x Natasha Romanoff

⚠️top dom steve, dom bottom nat, sub-bottom reader, threesome, eating out, ruined climax, getting caught, masturbating, creampie, aftercare⚠️

🚨minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Turns out I don't know how to make long fan fiction when it's meant to be long. I hope it's long enough. I also don't see Steve as a top so he's not really as Dom as I think you want to.

______________________________________________________________

Y/n is part of the Avengers.

Well not technically. He's Tony's son. And he likes to toy around his lab a lot. So that means he's in the tower a lot and is considered a part of the team. He often used to help before he went to college.

He hasn't been a 'part' of them since the start, but he's been a part long enough that he's built a really close friendship with Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. He wishes it could be more, but he doesn't want to push it.

Like come on, Steve's out of this generation. Having his friend ask him and his girlfriend out at the same time? It might as well blow his mind.

Now speaking of Steve. He's on a break from all this madness of being an avenger. He could go on a break because there hasn't been anything happening recently. He is obviously ready to jump back into action if necessary.

But he's not staying in his apartment. He's still at the Avengers Tower because, sadly, his girlfriend isn't on a break and can't really visit Steve in his apartment. So, instead, Steve is still in his room in the tower so he can be with Natasha when she comes back from missions.

Speaking of Natasha. She's currently running away from some Hydra guys.

Well.

More like leading them into a trap. Which worked out perfectly actually. In no time Natasha was already on her way back to the tower. What she doesn't know though is that Steve is in her room. Touching himself to the smell of her shirt.

Speaking of Steve. He's lying on Natasha's bed. Back against the headboard, pants low enough just to have his cock out while his hand strokes it at a fast speed. His nose is buried in the shirt as much as he can get it. His eyes are closed as he imagines that his hand is Natasha's instead.

But he suddenly smells another sort of familiar smell. His hand slows down as he tries to figure out what smell it is.

Y/n's spray deodorant. Natasha used it yesterday at their workout session because she forgot hers.

Suddenly Steve's fingers trace the base of his dick and the image of Natasha fades. His hand starts to feel different. Not like the way he imagines Natasha's hand. But a bit rougher.

Then the image of Natasha before his eyes starts to turn. And suddenly it's y/n.

Steve's dick twitches at the thought. He doesn't stop. He infact wraps his fingers around himself tighter and gives it a few tugs.

This is wrong. He thinks to himself as he keeps imagining the man instead of the woman. He's dating Natasha he shouldn't even be turned on by this. He's filled with a rush of guilt. But that's oh so quickly replaced with pleasure when he feels a knot in his stomach.

His hand subconsciously moves faster and his head falls back. He holds the shirt over his face practically suffocating. He's so close. But he can't be right? He can't let himself cum to the image of his friend instead of his girlfriend. Right?

He's soon interrupted by the sound of the doors shutting closed. He jumps in surprise and stops everything to look towards the door.

There stands Natasha with a cocky grin as she rests her hands on her hips. "Well hello there Captain." She teased.

Steve flushes with embarrassment. His face heats up and his hand tightens around the shirt.

"Enjoying my scent are we?" She continued to tease as she walked towards the bed. Steve is too focused on the way her hips move to realize what she said and nods anyway.

Her smirk only grows wider as she crawls over to Steve's lap. His breath hitches and his dick twitches. His mind starts to spin. He just imagined y/n as masturbating and now he's going to have sex with his girlfriend?

Those thoughts are immediately thrown away the moment Natasha's lips touch his.

"Fuck" y/n mutters as he holds his suitcase by his side. Tony forgot to pick him up again. Happy is sick so he's definitely not doing that.

Y/n is hit with a shiver but he keeps standing under the bus stop roof while he tries to use his phone even though his fingers are practically frozen.

He dials the first person that comes to his mind that he knows will save him from this breeze.

"Hey?" The voice is breathless.

"hey, Nat... I'm sorry to disturb you this late, but are you home...?" Y/n said with a slight shiver in his voice.

"yeah what's wrong?" Natasha asked concerned.

"My dad forgot to pick me up... And happy Is sick..." The shivering boy said.

"Oh shit. In this weather?" Natasha said with concern and y/n can hear clothes rustling and an... annoyed groan in th background?

Then he hears Steve ask what's wrong. Natasha tells him y/n is stuck outside god knows where.

"y/n is coming back?" Steve asks more with excitement than worry about the younger man's condition.

That warmed y/n's heart in a sense. Knowing that Steve is excited to have him back. But the younger man brushes that thought back and listens to the phone.

"where are you?" Natasha asks.

"uh..." Y/n looks around. "The bus stop by the train station. I'll send you my location." He said. Natasha humed and ended the call.

It didn't take long before Natasha picked y/n up and drove him back to the tower.

Y/n is so happy to finally be back in his warm room. Natasha made sure y/n got all his bags before she went to her room where Steve is still waiting.

Y/n takes his time unpacking and settling in. He's too focused on what he's doing to notice the bed creaking down the hallway.

"Fuck fuck fuck-mhpf!" Steve grunts when Natasha covers his mouth with her hand.

The sound of bed creaking and wet skin slapping against each other fills the room and the hallway while Natasha rides the poor veteran like her life dependents on it.

Her teeth are drawing blood from her lip as she herself tries to stay quiet.

Both Steve and Natasha are still sensitive from their previous round that had to end abruptly. Especially since their orgasms were ruined by the sudden stop.

But now they won't let anything stop them.

Steve keeps whining and moaning into his girlfriend's hand. Then there it is again. Y/n pops into his mind. And suddenly he feels like it's the younger man riding him and not his girlfriend.

He shuts his eyes tighter trying to fight the thought of it. He can't cum to the thought of another man while his girlfriend is riding him. That's absurd!

Natasha doesn't know what is going through her boyfriend's mind so seeing him shut his eyes so tight makes her believe he's about to climax.

And that makes Natasha panic. Because Steve's not the only one imagining the younger man.

"y/n!" Both Steve and Natasha moan. Natasha's bouncing halts.

Steve's eyes fly open.

Shit. They think to themselves.

They just stare at each other for what feels like forever, but it's only about half a minute because their staring contest is interrupted by a very panicked voice that belongs to none other but y/n.

"Are you guys okay? You called for me!" He said with panic and opened the door.

The room is filled with silence as y/n processes what's happening in front of him.

"Uh..." He said as he looks aside wondering what he should do. Steve and Natasha look at each other. They mentally talk together and look at y/n again.

"Join us." Steve said.

The younger man looks at them with surprise. "W-what?" "Join us."

Y/n bites his lip. This is what he's dreamt of. Should he accept? Fuck he wants to.

He quickly closes the door.

Natasha and Steve grin and separate. The red-headed girl immediately takes hold of y/n as soon as he reaches the bed and pulls him atop it.

The younger man gasps at the landing and looks at her. He's already growing a tent in his pants.

Natasha is quick to act and strips the younger man so they don't waste any time.

Steve stroked himself as he watched how his girlfriend was so eager to strip another man.

Natasha is pulled into a hungry kiss by the younger man. He's so desperate for her. Both of them actually. He's dreamt of this for so long.

As Natasha and y/n make out she pulls him closer until she can flip them over. Now that Natasha is lying on her back and the younger man is lying on top of her, Steve has the best angle to prep the smaller man.

Y/n gasps and pull back from the kiss when he feels a large hand on the round of his ass. He looks behind his shoulder as he watches how focused Steve is on his ass.

The red headed girl grins and cups the smaller man's cheek to make him face her again. "Now now. Eyes on me pretty boy." She purred before kissing him again.

Y/n tried his best not to react like a virgin when he felt Steve's fingers on his hole. He's not a virgin. It's just been a while since he bottomed.

Steve works fast on prepping the adorable man in front of him. Normally he'd take his time but his climax has been ruined three times today. He's not waiting any longer.

The moment y/n is loose enough to take Steve, the blond man wastes no time and yanks him closer. Y/n let's out a gasp as he's yanked back. He looks over his shoulder and sees that Steve is eagerly applying lube on his dick.

A jolt of adrenaline spikes through his body at the realization he's about to get fucked by Captain America.

He looks before him again, but instead of being met with Natasha's eyes, he's met with her weeping heat.

He watches as Natasha slowly runs her fingers towards her inner lips and parts them. "Hungry?" She asks with a smirk and rests one leg over y/n's shoulder. Her free hand reaches for his hair and pulls him closer.

The closer he gets the more his nose is filled with her scent.

He lets out a gasp when he feels Steve press his lubed tip against his hole. Natasha gasps as the blow of air hits her folds. She lifts her hips and grinds her heat onto y/n's face.

"Shit." The blond man groans as he pushes in.

The younger man moans. He's immediately overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out. Overwhelmed with the smell of Natasha. Overwhelmed with how hard he's trying to hold it in.

It doesn't take long before he starts lapping at Natasha's weeping entry.

And it doesn't take long before Steve starts thrusting.

Steve starts slow. Now that he's finally inside the man he's been thinking of for so long, he wants to savor it.

Although that gets complicated considering his three times ruined climax builds up dangerously fast.

With the way, y/n is eating like a starved man? Natasha isn't far behind either. Neither is y/n. Considering he's working overtime right now he has zero control of how his body reacts.

"Oh fuck..." Y/n's voice is muffled as he keeps his face pressed into Natasha's weeping cunt while Steve pulls back and pushes back in on a steady slow pace.

"Fuck Steve look at him. Trying so hard to please." Natasha pants as she watches how eager the younger man is to eat her out.

Steve looks too. The sound of his panting, the sound of his tongue smacking against the wet skin. It all makes Steve's head spin.

So he decided to speed up his thrusts. And boy did he.

Y/n gasps, and his hands fly to the sheets on each side of Nat's hips. He has to pull his mouth back for a hit to catch the breath that's been knocked out of him. "Fuck!" He cries out and looks over his shoulder.

Steve's head are gripping his hips so hard his knuckles are turning white, his head is hanging down, his mouth fully open as he pants, lips wet with spit, his hair dangling in front of his hooded eyed that are covered with raw desire. That's all it took.

Y/n is now a shaking moaning mess. He buries his face between Natasha's legs again to hopefully muffle his moans.

Natasha moans immediately. She's really sensitive at this point so just even the feeling of y/n's nose on her clit is all it takes for her thighs to quiver.

It's all a mess. Whoever can hear them probably thinks they're watching badly acted porn that's just filled with high moaning.

Suddenly Natasha's legs wrap around the younger man's head and squeeze. Her hands tug at his hair and her body arches off the bed. Y/n sticks his tongue out flat ready to lick her climax clean.

Steve isn't far behind with his own release. But he wants y/n to cum first. So he'll make him cum first.

Y/n gasps when he feels a large hand wrap around the base of his dick and tug. At this point, he could barely hold himself up, so if Steve continues to stroke him, he will fall face flat in Nat's cunt.

Which...he does. Because Steve didn't show any sign of stopping. His hand works wonders on y/n's dick and his dick works wonders on his sore walls.

The younger man's face is now buried inside Natasha's folds. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care.

Natasha twitches slightly with overstimulation. Her legs loosen around the younger man's head and so do her hands. She tiredly caresses his hair as she watches Steve ravage the poor little man.

She chuckles tiredly and lifts y/n's head up so he rests it on her thigh instead of suffocating in her folds. The moment she sees his face she giggles.

Eyes hooded, face wet from her climax, mouth wide open. At this point you don't know if it's saliva or Natasha's cum on his chin.

Steve's hips stutter. He's close. He can't hold back anymore. Thankfully y/n cums first, not only because Steve found the perfect angle, but also because his fingers squeezed around y/n's shaft.

The younger man cries out and buries his face in Nat's thigh. The red-headed beauty runs her fingers through his hair to help him through the waves of emotions.

Steve is filled with relief. He can finally cum.

"Guys can you please tone it down?!" Tony yells from behind the door.

That's it. Steve wraps a hand around the younger man's neck and an arm around his chest and lifts him up. He holds him against his chest. He leans down and pants into the overstimulated man's ear. "Scream for me." He said with a rumble in his chest.

He's not getting interrupted from this climax. Not again.

So he snaps his hips more. Y/n's hands fly to Steve's hands. "Fuck!" He cries out.

"Y/n?!" Tony yells with surprise. He thought they just had the TV too loud. Now Tony doesn't know the situation. So of course, he jumps to conclusions. Steve is cheating on Natasha with y/n! But...this is Natasha's room... Is she cheating with him on Steve?

The doors fly open. But Tony doesn't move. He's frozen in place.

Natasha is tiredly circling her clit as she watches Steve pound into y/n with no sign of stopping. Not even with company. Steve is not getting his climax interrupted for the fourth time.

Natasha doesn't seem bothered by it either. She's too tired to care. And y/n? He doesn't even know they're being watched.

The door are shut almost immediately once Tony realises what he's seeing.

Steve and Natasha chuckle but their focus is immediately brought to y/n when he whines. He came again.

The second climax buzzing through him causes his walls to clamp around Steve's dick. That's the last thing Steve needed before he's spilling inside the younger man.

Both men catch their breaths.

Natasha is the first to move. She grabs some wet wipes and cleans herself up. Then she kneels up to press her chest to y/n's chest while Steve holds him to his.

She presses a couple of kisses on the younger man's shoulder before she cleans his face.

Then she wraps her arms around his hips and kisses him gently. He returns it tiredly and leans on her.

Steve takes this as an opportunity to pull out and clean them up.

Once they're all clean they get comfortable under the sheets with y/n being sandwiched between the couple.

Y/n's face has a drunken smile as his face is rested in Steve's pecs. Natasha is pressed closely against his back while Steve has an arm around the both of them.

They all slept like the dead.

Besides Tony.

Who was strongly confused about how his son got here, and what just happened.

Maybe if he didn't forget and picked his son up instead this wouldn't have happened. He won't be able to look him in the eyes again.

Which he will have to because he needs a serious chat with him in the morning...

[thewalrusespublicist]

Went to see Paul last night. I’m still on cloud 9 and can’t articulate anything so here are some disparate thoughts in no particular order:

The last hour is non stop banger after banger so if he tours again go to the bathroom BEFORE (missed Obla di 😭😭)

I like Come on to Me, sue me 

The crowd took a bit to warm up which was very annoying like c’mon even Jet they were mid energy (it got way better by the end)

Oh Darling playing before he came on in the context of all the Get Back graphics on stage made me suddenly very tinhat about that song. Not that they did it on purpose ofc but my brain connecting the contextual images and the lyrics was… well. All interpretation of course!

Not a big response to I’ve just seen a Face or Drive my Car! Incorrect crowd again. 

I loved In Spite of All the Danger. It got me weirdly emotional though with it being the first song they recorded and it having the line ‘I would do anything for you’ and the last words John said about Paul reportedly being ‘I would do anything for him’. Again not saying the initial song is about each other, it’s just one of the cosmos’ tragic little bookends 

Have the lyrics to Let Me Roll It been officially changed from she to he? Because it was he again tonight. I wasn’t hearing for it but it shot out when he sang it.

The graphics could do with some work, Paul you’re a billionaire gets some people on that. Though Get Back just being everyone smiling in the studio was so cute.

Reminded once again that McBeardy was the hottest man alive.

Weird that Something got a montage of George but Maybe I’m Amazed and Here Today had no pictures of Linda or John. I can see why with Linda in terms of jt being awkward for Nancy but still.

Hey Jude lasts forever but it was magic and I wanted it to go on longer. 

Paul forgot My Valentine and thought the guy reminding him was showing him a heart to say he loved him lmaoooo. He added it back in but it was wild to go from My Valentine to Maybe I’m Amazed. (Also why was Johnny Depp there?!!)

Paul was at his cuntiest and it was so funny. Just casually mocking peoples whooping and I love you’s (alpha bitch is at it again). 

Whoever that guy in the audience was that had gone 135 times I salute you. Wish it could be me. 

1985!!! My soul left my body my hands started seizing it was so SO good. 

Jet is a banger, sorry to that crowd I had a great time.

The girls with the ‘I love you more than yesterday’ sign I know what you are and you are so funny for that. 

Cried and beamed at Now and Then, it hits different in the arena (and a crowd favourite). It obviously means so much to Paul as well. Just emotional all round. 

Live and Let die is incredible but Paul the fire!!! The banging!! I was so stressed the entire time, how can he still hear?

HELTER SKELTER

Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime for those who enjoy whimsy (Paul telling the kids they did great was cute as hell) 

Ohhh that last medley really got to me (carry that weight…)

As a lot of others have said Paul’s voice is inconsistent. Sometimes it’s great and you can’t believe he’s doing it and other times he shows his age. 

Which brings me to…

I’m not sure Here Today would stay on the set list if it wasn’t the song for John. In fact I’m certain it would be off it as it’s too hard for Paul to sing now. That being said, I think he may have broke down a bit. I wish I had videod it because either he did the ‘no, no, no’ that he’s done the past couple of performances or it was just a singular emotional no. I can’t remember which but It took me off guard and it didn’t seem intentional. :(( Edit: seen it again by people who have kindly posted it online and it was just him struggling with the notes, yay for video, not yay for Paul’s vocal chords).

I did laugh when Paul was talking about telling people you love them and the crowd just started screaming I LOVE YOU at him like it’s not what he means guys.

Overall 10/10 one of the best nights of my life. 

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: Yuji's picked up skating and Choso wants to as well - problem is, he's got two left feet. And that's where you, Yuki's extremely good-looking friend, come in. A/N: SINCERELY SORRY IF YOU GUYS CAN'T SKATE ice skating is a pastime of mine and grrrr Choso skating was doing things to me. Requested by the lovely @ash4ree, I hope you like it! WARNINGS: GN reader, modern AU where Choso and Yuki run a tattoo parlour and no swears this time I swear (whoops, one right there)

“…Kamo, I think you better let me take over the cashier. You’re really spacing out hard.”

“Huh - what - oh, sorry, Yuki.” The man shook himself out of his daze, running a tense hand through the untidy strands falling out of his two spiky buns. He takes the proffered thermos and downs a gulp of coffee, grimacing and opening his mouth to fan his tongue. “Crap, I forgot it was hot.”

“Case in point,” the blonde announces, gently elbowing him away from the counter. “Go get your lunch break, dummy. You’re not helping sales if you just stand there staring out the store like a creep. Did something happen?”

Choso reluctantly peeled himself away and began looking for his packed lunch. “Not really.”

“Not sleep well last night?”

“No, no, I slept fine.”

“Well, you’ve been doing a pretty good job with latest customer’s tattoos, so it can’t possibly be work related…” Yuki tapped her chin. “Did you poke yourself with the a needle by mistake again?’

“It was one time.”

“You’ve got that constipated look,” Yuki hummed and wished she had a camera to capture Choso’s protesting, open-mouthed expression. “Wait, wait, I’ve got it! Yuji?”

“Well…” Choso’s face softened, as it usually did whenever someone mentioned his younger brother. It was usually followed by a long winded ramble about whatever Yuji had been doing yesterday, accompanied by aggressively showing photos and rhetorical questions. Yuki was sure this time he had something else to say so she stuck around, but if he was going to start she was going to exclaim that she had to go somewhere important or distract him with the ever trusty “have you put up the new tat designs yet?”.

“You remember his friend, Megumi?”

“Gojo’s kid? Yeah, I remember him; porcupine hair, grumpy face, about yea high?”

“That’s the one. Anyways, he and his sister - Tsumiki, I think - took up ice skating recently.”

“Rich people thing, but what does this have to do with Yuji?”

“Now Yuji wants to learn to skate as well.” Choso awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

Yuki raised her eyebrows. “If it’s about money I keep telling you you can take all the tips-”

“No, it’ll be unfair if we don’t split!” Noble as always was Choso. Sigh. “Money’s not the problem. Gojo’s happy to sponsor and all I have to do is send him off to the rink anyway…”

“So what IS the problem?” Yuki prodded.

“…I tried to go with him yesterday.” Choso groaned and put his head into his hands. “I don’t know how to skate. At all.”

“You can learn, it can’t be that bad.”

“It was. I fell down about thirty times, Yuji counted. I can’t believe even Megumi is doing better than me.” Choso’s face turned wistful. “Yuji said it’s okay if I didn’t go with him next time, but I do, you know?”

Yuki, unfortunately, did know. Choso was THAT dream brother, the one who enthusiastically got into everything you did. The one who never, ever missed a single important competition, performance or playdate in your life. The one who did his absolute best to never embarrass you (obviously he did sometimes, but only because he was so proud of Yuji). The one who if you said you wanted the moon to be hung in your bedroom, he’ll hang the moon in your bedroom.

No surprise he would want to try and bond with Yuji with his latest hyper-fixation.

No surprise either he’d worry that he’d be making Yuji embarrassed that his big brother was such a klutz in the ice rink.

“It’ll be cool to skate together,” Choso finished hopefully.

Briefly Yuki flashed back to the time Yuji wanted tattoos like his elder brother and she had to talk him out of actually considering giving Yuji real, permanent tats, compromising with those tacky but washable ones.

“But even the staff there couldn’t help me.”

Now, the imaginary commentator would bellow, may we be proud to present, Yuki Tsukumo here to save the day!

Yuki smirked and slung a hand over his shoulders, a grin too wide to not be sneaky. “Don’t worry, Kamo! Big Sis Yuki’s got your back - I know someone who’ll be more than happy to help you if I pull in a couple of favors!”

“Really?” Predictably Choso brightened considerably. “Woah, thanks-”

“But first.” Yuki pushed him away to loom over him at arms length, eyes narrowed, assessing. “You haven’t answered me. What’s your type?”

***

“Hi Yuji.”

“Megumi! Guess what! Choso’s going to be skating today!” Yuji nimbly jumped inside the car, practically vibrating with excitement as he plopped down next to Megumi.

“With us?” The dark-haired boy’s usual frown deepened slightly. “Doesn’t he keep falling though?”

Yuji smiles wide enough for everyone to see his missing tooth. “I know! It’s so funny! But-” he motioned for Megumi to come closer, cupping his hand to his mouth in a conspiratorial whisper. “Someone else’s coming to give him lessons. Yuki-san told me so!”

“Who? Choso only has two friends and none of them know how to skate.” If Mahito, the creepy blue-haired man that the older brother sometimes hung out with did know how to ice skate…well, neither of them knew, mostly due to the fact he was too creepy to talk to despite his outwardly friendly appearance.

“You only have one friend as well, Megumi, and that’s me,” Yuji said bluntly, blissfully oblivious to Megumi’s disgruntled attitude at that statement. “I don’t know who it is but he’ll be coming soon with them to skate! That’ll be so cool if Choso made a new friend!”

Megumi flashed back to the time Yuji attempted to have the grocery store cashier “befriend” Choso, namely by having the both of them go find him when he disappeared somewhere in the freezer aisle. It did not end well but apparently his myopic friend didn’t think so. “Whatever you’d like to think.”

“Aw, Megumi, play nice! I’m sure it’ll be sooo cool if Choso made a new friend!” Up front in the passenger seat Gojo cackled, long legs awkwardly propped up on the dash. “Heavens knows he needs some. He can’t keep babysitting you, Tsumiki, Nanako, Mimiko and Yuji and call you guys his friends.”

“Why not? I’m not his friend?” Yuji looks horrified.

“Technically you’re his brother - ow!”

Geto, the exhausted-running-on-only-caffeine driver, retracts the hand he used to rap Gojo’s head with. “Don’t act so energetic when you did nothing to help me send off all the kids.”

“Hey! I helped Tsumiki get her bag and made the twins put on jackets and literally everything else you told me to do!”

“You forgot to pack my gloves,” Megumi said flatly.

“I didn’t see you driving Tsumiki to her book club or volunteering to help at Nanako’s photography club event or arranging time for Mimiko’s ballet recital or helping get their snacks ready or go wash the dishes in the sink from breakfast, which not only did I tell you to do but it’s your turn.”

“Suguru, you really wound me.” Gojo pretended to choke on tears.

Yuji burst out laughing. “Woah, Gojo-san is really useless!”

“Is that any way to treat the man who assisted in opening your brother’s tattoo parlor, young man?”

“Geto made you,” Megumi said again.

“I’m not listening to a snot-nosed brat who can’t even tie the laces to his skates,” Gojo declared.

Geto steered the car into the drop-off point, clearing his throat to be heard as he unlocked the doors. “He’s your kid, Satoru. Anyways, kiddos, I’ll be dropping you both here. Be good, don’t do anything Gojo would and Megumi better be there when I come to pick him both up. If Choso’s taking you both out to eat though, let me know or tell him to give me a call.”

“Noted with thanks.” Megumi exited the car swiftly, but not before gesturing rudely at his guardian.

“Now where did he learn that, I wonder?” Geto muttered, side eyeing the passenger princess. Gojo ignored him.

“Bye Geto-san! Bye Gojo-san! See you guys later!” Yuji’s hand waves wildly as he hops off.

Gojo rolls down the window to catcall one more time, pushing down his sunglasses. “Hey, kid, hope you’re ready to get a new sibling~”

“What?”

“Sibling-in-law,” Geto corrected, and they drove off.

***

Yuki had told him some basic facts about you. Your name, your age, your job, for instance.

She completely neglected to mention how amazing you looked.

Choso was glad he had decided to throw in a little more effort into his wardrobe today, but he was still anxiously tugging at the collar of his black hoodie. Thankfully his hair was down as well today to hide his ears, which he had no doubt where even more pink than Yuji’s hair.

Because man oh man were you drop-dead gorgeous.

What you were wearing only enhanced what Choso was convinced was godly beauty. And damn, the way you walked with utter confidence as you approached him outside the rink, your smile brighter than the midday sun and and and - crap he can’t remember anything he could call bright now that he’s seen your smile. You’re going to put him in cardiac arrest or at the very least short circuit his brain when you walk right up and start talking in that sweet, smooth voice of yours.

What was his favorite type of music? He’d absolutely say your voice now.

“Hi! You’re Choso right?” You cover your mouth as you shyly laugh. Why’d you do that? Choso wants to see it. “Yuki told me to look for a tall guy with longish hair and a tattooed face who stands there like he got off at the wrong train station.”

Play it cool, play it cool. And because the people he mainly hangs out with are kids he says, “Yeah I’m Choso. I like your shoes.”

“Really?” You glance down and laugh again. “Oh, um, thanks, I guess.”

He kicks himself internally.

“So, Yuki said you wanted to learn how to skate to impress your brother?”

“Uh, yeah.” Choso nods. At least that didn’t sound too weird. “He picked up skating recently and I just think it’ll be nice if we could do it together, because all I can do right now is, you know, sit at the sidelines since…I’m really bad at skating.”

“It’s fine!” You said enthusiastically. “It takes a couple tries to get the hang of it, but I’m pretty hopeful I’ll get you skating by yourself in one lesson - um, not to sound arrogant. It’s pretty sweet you want to learn skating just for your brother, heh; you must really look up to him.”

“I do.” Yuji made friends so effortlessly and he was amazing at any sport he tried his hand at. Yuki could laugh at him all she liked but his opinion was his opinion. Choso shuffled his feet. “I’ll be really grateful if you can. I’ll even pay-”

“No, no, this is completely free, Choso! Don’t worry, it’s all on a favor to Yuki anyway, so if anybody pays, it’s her,” You joke, waving a hand, gratified to see him crack a nervous grin. “So…” You plodded over to the rink, so steady atop the blades of the skates. Choso takes a little while longer, wobbling uncertainly, but he thanks his lucky stars he managed to cross over without tripping like last time.

“Which one’s your brother?”

Choso proudly pointed at the kid with the fluffiest pink hair you’ve ever seen chasing his spiky-haired, brooding counterpart around the ice with the skill of an Olympics professional. “That one.”

“Oh my god.”

Choso panics when your hand slaps over your mouth and your eyes screw up closed. You sounded like you were holding back some really odd noises as well. Did he do something wrong? Oh no. “Are you okay? Are you cold or-”

“He’s a little silly.” Yuki leans across the table, with a sly look. “I’m sure he’s got a brother complex, actually. Don’t mind him if he gets really excited if you mention Yuji.”

“No, no, Yuki didn’t tell me you were this cute!”

“I-” Choso feels his face heat up like an oven and his mouth dries. “Um.”

You grab his hand and yank him into the rink. “Come on, we’ll get you skating in no time!”

***

Truly you meant what you said. Yuki didn’t tell you he was THIS cute and you were going to put her out of whack for it.

You had originally regretted bemoaning your fate of being single for so long already when you had met up with the blonde a week ago, because Yuki being Yuki she was going to grill you for a very detailed description of your type just so she could set you up with someone on a blind date. What a wicked friend - somehow she managed to set you up on one anyway, but you were going to let it slide on the fact that 1. he was really, really cute (not just in looks; so rare are grown men who want to do these things just for their little brother!) and 2. Yuki was giving you a chance to show off your stomping ground and potentially impress HIM, something you weren’t going to throw away to get back at her.

Stay calm, stay calm, you chanted to yourself as you led him out to the rink. Oh god he was so cute and anxious gingerly moving like a newborn giraffe it made you want to- Focus. Seriously.

“Try and skate, I want to see how well you can do,” you said in what you hope was a normal, level tone of voice and not a representation of how you feel when he grabbed your arm to steady himself.

“Um…I’m scared I’ll trip and take you down with me,” Choso confessed, tightening his grip just slightly (it sent you reeling). “I accidentally tripped up Yuji’s friend’s dad once.”

“It’s fine! It’ll take more than some ice to hurt me,” You assure him cheekily. “Go on, try. I’ll do my best to catch you if I fall!”

“Alright, if you say so…”

You glided closer to where he sat on his bum. “I mean, at least you managed a couple meters.”

“I did a split,” Choso groans.

“You’re quite the gymnast,” you agree and offer your hand to help him out. He catches your eye and it’s all over.

“OH MY GOD! I’M - S-SORRY, IT - IT WAS JUST - JUST SO - JUST SO FUNNY - I CAN’T - I SHOULDN’T - I SHOULDN’T BE LAUGHING BUT - OH MY GOD - YOUR FACE - “

“Stop! It’s not that funny!” Choso buries his face into his hands, pulling up the hood of his jacket. But eventually he succumbs to the humor of the situation as well.

The two of you garnered quite a number of stares as you both doubled over and laughed until you swore you needed stitches for your sides now. You both glance up, just for a moment and maybe sparks flew if Choso hadn’t lost his balance and would’ve face-planted into the ice if you hadn’t grabbed him in time.

Now you both were in a…questionable position, to say the least. He was half leaning on you, head smooshed against your side as you tried to maneuver him back to standing with suddenly stiff hands, like two waltz partners when one was dipping the other. Your heart was pounding and you wondered if he could hear it. His face was burning red; he prayed you couldn’t see it. Two pairs of eyes locked.

“Um. So.” You broke the silence first.

Choso hurriedly pushed himself away, waving his hands frantically. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was a total accident!”

Then the laughter explodes out again.

The commotion seemed to have gotten the attention of Choso’s brother and his friend as well. When you finally straightened, wiping at your streaming eyes, you came face-to-face with two gleaming brown ones as the boy grabs your hand in a tight handshake. “Hi! I’m Yuji! You must be Choso’s new friend and the one teaching him to skate?”

If Yuji wasn’t on ice you’d bet he’d be jumping up and down from glee. “I can’t wait to skate with him! He’s so bad at it he can barely take a step without slipping!”

“Yuji!” Choso can’t believe it. His beloved brother. Betraying him. Exposing him.

“Yeah, last time he tripped up Gojo,” Megumi adds. Choso could cry. Instead he puts a hand on their shoulders (he can’t bend down without falling/being unable to get up again if he’s not holding something) and leans close.

“Taiyaki if you guys don’t mention this, please.”

Yuji blinks and nods seriously, before turning back to a bewildered but entertained you. “My bad! Choso’s really good at skating! He’s never fallen down before!”

Not like that, Yuji. Choso wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Since when were little kids this silly?

“Let’s go back to skating, Yuji. “ At least one of them feels bad for him. Megumi skates off, beckoning for his friend to follow. “We’ll leave the lovebirds to skate themselves.”

“Megumi!” Choso gasps. He took it back. All kids were merciless.

You seem more amused though, giggling. “Come on, they’re right. I said I’ll get you skating by today and skating you will be by today!”

“Alright!”

He couldn’t help but beam back. You had that effect. Addicting and contagious. Anything but detrimental though.

“Okay, let’s try that again, but this time I’ll be right behind you, so grab me if need be.”

Choso nodded. “Got it.”

You watched carefully as the man slowly struggles to skate a little distance. He nearly falls, but steadies himself quickly. After a while it’s easy to spot the problem, so you reluctantly pull yourself away from admiring his form, however shaky.

“Wait, wait, hold up here.” You skated in front of him a bit and pointed down. “Skating isn’t walking. Try imagining a scooter or a skateboard, where one foot remains unmoving while the other propels you forward. It’s not really an accurate way to skate but it worked for me on starting out.”

Choso tried not to get distracted by the smell of you and your clothes, concentrating on his feet. Think about other things, not the extremely good-looking person in front of you. Other things - don’t fall - other things…

He flashed back to the time he tried to teach Yuji to use a skateboard and fell into a ditch. Um, probably explained why he was so bad at skating.

“Hey, I’m doing it!” Choso excitedly let go of your arm and pushed himself forward a little more. “I’m doing it! I’m skating - oh woah - never mind - ouch.”

“Well, almost!” You cheered, clapping your hands and mimicking confetti falling as you skated over to help him up. “You did it! Now we just gonna work on your falling problem - I think it’s because you’re trying to go faster than you can right now.”

“It’s progress,” Choso says hopefully. He tries to get up.

“No, don’t get up like that, you’re gonna fall right down again. Put up one foot like you’re kneeling and use it to push yourself up.”

And so it went on, you directing instructions, tips and corrections to Choso while he did his best to follow them, occasionally sending your heart fluttering and your stomach twisting every time he grabbed your hand to steady himself. It was like your hands were molded to fit each other perfectly, you thought giddily, then shut off that train of thought. No! You both had just met! You were just here on a favor to Yuki! Nothing more!

“Lean forward a little more - wait, no, not that much, don’t fall for me again, haha.”

“Just relax your hands, don’t keep flailing them.”

“Come on! Go, go, go, you got this! No! Don’t look back! Pretend I’m in front of you!”

But still, you couldn’t help but flush pink at the jubilant grin decorating his face as he zipped back to you, hyped over his newfound achievement.

“I did it! I skated a whole round!”

“I know you did, congratu- oof!”

He tackled you in a tight hug, crushing your arms and your head underneath his chin but you didn’t mind. Choso was warm, awfully so after you both had spent so much time in the freezing rink, but maybe that was just his personality. You melted, and it was like gluing a cracked vase back together again - a perfect fit.

Then Choso froze and let go, pushing back. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, no worries, don’t sweat it!” You tried for a smile, even though the sudden loss of his hold left something aching in you.

He smiled again and you decided to be bold.

You spread your arms. “Can I get another one, maybe? Just to celebrate.”

***

“So, it’s just you and Yuji right now?” You took a lick of your ice cream, eyes never leaving Choso’s face. He was enjoying his own cone, although his gaze was trained on the two kids running up in front. “Man, that must’ve been rough.”

“Well, not too bad.” Choso wiped a smudge of chocolate off the corner of his lip. He didn’t quite get it, so he tried to use his tongue to lick it off. You snorted at his expression. “We’ve got an uncle - my dad’s brother - Sukuna, he’s not around much but he sends us money so financially, we’re okay. He’s a pretty busy, bigshot businessman anyway.”

“THE Ryomen Sukuna?” Your mouth fell open as you pictured the scowling, towering, tattooed man you had seen in newspapers. “Oh, wow, you just keep getting even more interesting, Choso.”

He shrugged, awkwardly smiling at the compliment. “Heh, not really. I didn’t even know we were related until like after our grandfather died. Then he showed up. He’s like the family black sheep or something, but Sukuna’s pretty okay.”

After Yuji and Megumi had finally gotten bored of the rink they had ran up to the two of you and immediately pestered Choso (mostly Yuji, Megumi just sort of tagged along) to get them food because they were going to die from hunger apparently. Choso had turned to you, with that eager puppy dog look and asked if you wanted to stay, ice cream would be his treat? Who were you to turn him down?

So that’s how you all ended up in front of the toy store now, as Yuji dragged Megumi inside while you and Choso just sort of lingered around the front, poking through the products, getting to know each other better and wistfully remarking on the joys of lost childhood.

(He was such a gentleman - offering to throw the cup your ice cream was in for you, opening the door and even - gasp - helping you remove the straps from your skates.)

“Pretty okay? He looks terrifying from his pictures,” you laugh. “I guess there’s a reason they call his business Malevolent Shrine though.”

“Don’t even get me started on-”

“Choso! Choso! Check these out!”

The two younger boys burst through the racks, Yuji grinning and Megumi not quite scowling as they held up two matching wolf plushies, one white and the other black. The Divine Dogs line of toys, if you remembered correctly. They were pretty cute, you had to admit.

“Oh hey, you two are back.” Choso took a quick look at the plushies and raised his eyebrows. “Do you want them or something?”

“Nope! I think you should get them!”

You nearly spat.

“…what? And…why?”

“So you can match with my new sibling?”

“Sibling?!” Poor Choso looks confused.

“Sibling-in-law,” Megumi corrects blankly, and points at you.

At once the two of you suddenly found the floor really interesting. My, my, who knew the cracks in the tiles would make such beautiful patterns. Hmm, a speck on your shoe as well.

“But I think that's for after marriage,” Megumi continues like absolutely nothing happened.

Yuji frowns, then lights up again before shoving the plushies towards Choso. “Then you gotta marry them quick, Choso, before anyone else does! Maybe you could get matching tattoos or something, after the plushies! You guys were so cute skating around together, like a real coo-ple!”

“Couple,” Megumi corrected.

“We’re not-!”

“Um, what-?”

“Hey, can I be best man at the wedding?” Yuji waved the plushy at your face.

Choso wanted the floor to swallow him up. You decide to save him and yourself.

“…it’s too early for marriage,” You begin before Choso’s panic instincts kick in.

“I’m so sorry! I apologize on their behalf, it must make you uncomfortable! Yuji, Megumi, don’t ever say that, we just met and we’re just hanging out like friends-”

“Hey, let me finish!” You lightly dig your elbow into his side, the corner of your lip tugging up. “It’s too early for marriage but I wouldn’t say no to a date, if you asked.”

Choso bough the plushies after he finished fainting.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not reminding a coworker to punish one of our students due to my concerns over her home life?

I (20F) am a teacher at a local daycare. I teach the school-aged group, which is kids aged 5 to 10 years old. I have a student, I will be calling her Joann (6F) who gets herself into trouble occasionally. It's never anything malicious, but she's young, and usually needs lots of reminders on rules, keeping her feet on the floor, keeping her voice down, things like that. I used to discipline her exactly like my other students- and sometimes she'd get her card flipped from green to orange or yellow. It meant that her behavioral problems were never severe, but she would get in trouble sometimes. I talked to her mother about it, and one time, she ended up telling a very irresponsible lie that could have jeapordized my job. She told a teacher that I let the kids talk, run around, play with toys etc while they're supposed to be silently watching movies. This would be me openly defying my co-teacher (50F) and our schedule, and encouraging bad behavior. They'd told the lie in order to try and get away with talking and playing toys during movie time. My co teacher asked about it and obviously I told her it wasn't true. I had a serious conversation about this with Joann's mom. Usually she doesn't do things like this and it could've cost me big time, even if I didn't get fired it could be a complaint, cost me my co teacher's trust and friendship, or gotten me moved to a different age group. Her mom hit the roof. Screamed at her until Joann was in tears and threatened to beat her in front of all her "little friends" (which is illegal to do on daycare grounds btw, she was implying this would happen at the daycare) and it honestly even scared me. She forced the child to apologize to me and left with her. I felt so bad because the girl was only 6, and clearly very scared.

I only got more concerned for her from here, she told me multiple times that her mommy gives her "pop-pop" (some sort of spanking or hitting, as she uses this term and "whooping" interchangeably and tells me that it hurts and makes her scared) when she gets her card flipped even once. A single card flip is a minor behavior issue, maybe something to have a chat about at home but never a serious concern. I brought this up with the Director (basically my boss, and the owner of the daycare) and she explained to me that unfortunately, Joann's mother hitting her at home is not something we can call CPS about, as it's only illegal in this state if she leaves visible marks, which I've never seen on the child. She suggested I adjust my disciplinary style for Joann to focus more on time-outs and other punishments and less on card flips. The director also brought this up with my co teacher so she was in the loop.

Yesterday, Joann was misbehaving. It was something small, like leaning in her chair, but it had been happening so often and we'd had to remind her so many times that it got on my co teacher's nerves, and she told the kid that she was going to flip her card because she was just not listening, but mentioned she'd do it once she got up, because she was busy. I wasn't, but I made no moves to get up and silently hoped it'd slip her mind. I didn't want her mom to see that Joann got her card flipped and end up hurting her. In the end, she totally forgot and Joann went home with a green card.

I feel bad because I know Joann needs discipline and does need to have talks at home when she misbehaves, and taking that away can be bad for her development. But I also can't be sure her mom has those talks with her, and I know for a fact she's hitting her. So, AITA? TL;DR: Intentionally let my co-teacher go without disciplining a student at the end of the day, because I knew her mom would hit her when she got home.

What are these acronyms?

[veneerslipstick]

⋆.ೃ࿔lights, camera...*:･

actor!veneer x GN!jealous!reader

• one shot

• fluff

at this point in yours and veneers relationship, you’ve been pretty used to his fame and how the life of dating a celebrity is a bit challenging than you imagined. until one day, veneer is casted on a new netflix movie airing worldwide ! but, of course, it had to be a romance.

you were super supportive ! showing up to rehearsals, meeting the cast members, helping him out with lines, you really enjoyed it. though, it being a romance plot, you had to witness every. kissing. scene, with his romantic interest, Arden. reminding yourself it was all just for a plot, you push past the fact of how much time they spend together and worrying if he was falling for them.

what will be your breaking point in order to prove he was unattainable?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ

“if you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work, gotta work, gotta -“

in the middle of washing your dishes, you picked up

your phone and held it against your shoulder when

you answered it.

“hello?” you forgot to look at who was calling, so you

stuck with the automatic basic greeting.

“Y/N! hi, hi, uhm so i’m on my way over, i still really

can’t believe that, yknow… you know !!” veneer

exclaimed, not having to second guess that it was

him from the way he squealed your name at the

beginning. smiling to yourself, you rinsed off your

hands and turned around from the sink to look out

the living room window.

“i can’t believe it either! and it was only yesterday !

im so happy for you. are we going out to celebrate ?”

there was a pause.

“mm, not exactly. we’re going out, but it’s kind of like

a get together with the cast members, so we can all

get to really know eachother.” veneer explained, and

you furrowed your eyebrows slightly.

“oh, but didn’t we already do that? i met everyone.”

you took the phone in your hand.

“well that was different , like , a basic meet and greet

slash first rehearsal. this is a little more like a loose ,

flowy, have-a-drink-make-someone-laugh type of

deal.” he seemed to have trouble with his

description, but you just laughed, leaning against

your island.

“i like how you describe things.” you blurted

randomly, and you felt him smile on the other end.

that was odd, but you just knew.

“i’ll be there in a minute, love you flower.” he

responded. blushing, you dropped your head.

“i love you too ven.”

hanging up, you went to your room to throw

something on half decent to wear. you weren’t

trying to impress anyone but your own boyfriend,

but you were trying to prove a point to veneers

romantic interest in the movie, Arden, is their name,

that their relationship was strictly for the screen and

nothing else. when you had first met them, they were

actually sweet and funny — but that’s what scared

you. there was nothing that you feared more than

you ending up being just a test subject for veneer , as

he was just famous and hungry, and being pushed to

the side as soon as he tracks down another

person significantly better than you.

pulling on a nice dress shirt, you looked at yourself

in your full body mirror. you knew most of that

definitely— probably, wasn’t true. but that sickening

feeling in your gut pulled your heart closer to your

stomachs depth. you shook it off, swallowing the

lump in your throat. then you heard a horn honk.

rushing out of your room, you opened the front door

to veneer in his car, one hand on the steering wheel

and the other around the head rest. he grinned at you

from afar and you rolled your eyes, scurrying over to

the passenger side and getting in.

“veneer, you’re gonna give me a stroke one day and

it’ll be all your fault.” you shot at him and he laughed.

“mhm, sure, aaaaaaand i’m slowly building up your

fight or flight reactions so one day you can whoop

major ass when you need it.” he replied as he put

the gear in drive and started his way up your

neighbourhood. you shook your head with a smile.

once you two arrived to the actual set of the movie,

which was just a mansion as of right now, you both

exited the car and made your way inside. you were

slightly nervous, though you’ve met everyone before,

but having to see people after already meeting them

once is weirdly even more awkward. once inside,

your arm intertwined with veneers, you were blinded

by spotlights and a huge chandelier over your head.

you saw a tall, tan person, who you remembered as

Arden, wave at venner who he waved back at, and

that’s where he dragged you to go. you made sure to

keep my arm tight around his.

“arden! you remember y/n,” he started, gesturing his

head towards you. you smiled with a nod and they

did the same. “yes, of course. both of you look very

nice.” they looked specifically venner up and down

and you bit your cheek.

“oh well thank you! you also look great. where’s

Lucas?” veneer asked, who you knew as their

director.

you zoned out as they both talked, but keeping an

eye on Arden, making sure their expressions weren’t

too exaggerated or incase they tried to make a

move on veneer. you obviously weren’t worried of

veneer reciprocating, but it still icked you

nonetheless. you then noticed someone approached

the little group, who you recognized as Lucas.

“ven! it’s nice to see you. and y/n, i’m glad you

showed up. veneer always needs his number one

supporter.” Lucas laughed and so did the rest of

them. you smiled and nodded. “it’s nice to see

you as well.” you were quiet as you were just lost

in thought a moment ago.

“anyway, veneer and arden, i was thinking as a little

teaser for the gram..” you cringed at his abbreviation

of “Instagram.” veneer and arden smiled

simultaneously.

“we could post a snippet of your guys’ hot scene…”

you felt your heart beating quickly as you shot a

glance at veneer then back at Lucas. did he really

just suggest that in front of you?

Arden clapped their hands together once and looked

to veneer. “oh, yes! imagine the fame that would

flood because of it !” they exclaimed, but veneer

expressed a face of uncertainty, but plastering a

smile.

“oh, i..” trailing off for a quick moment he looked to

you and you intervened.

“he would love to.” you said monotonously but with

a slight grin spreading on your lips.

no, no he wouldn’t, you told yourself, but oh, yes he

did, your tease told you.

veneer shot you a look of surprise but also distress,

but Lucas has already walked away while whistling.

“get the cameras UP!” he yelled enthusiastically.

swiftly pulling you to the side , veneer stuck his head

out at you and gestured his hands in a “what is this”

expression. you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“i’m not going to stop you from having fun. just

go do it, it’ll be a core memory for all of you.”

you explained, him biting the inside of his lip.

“i don’t really get you. just a moment ago you were

clearly uncomfortable…” he trailed off and shook

his head, but shot a smile at you. he kissed you

gently as his right hand ran through your hair,

then ran off to the others.

you watched the whole scene happen. the tension

between veneer and arden’s characters , the slight

touching , and of course, the kiss. that rose

dangerous flames in the pit of your lungs. you had

been digging your nails into your palm without even

nothing , which turned your knuckles white.

once the shitshow was over, you let veneer mingle

amongst his peers before you gave him “the look”,

which signaled you wanted to go. without thinking

twice, he started ;

“this was fun, but me and y/n have to get going.

photoshoot tomorrow.” that was always the excuse,

a photoshoot. and it always worked.

“ah, of course. it was nice seeing you two.” Lucas

replied, and Arden looked straight at veneer.

“i’ll see you soon, ven.” they said quietly. your

teeth grit and veneer took your hand.

after all the goodbyes, you and veneer exited the

house and got into his car. without exchanging any

words, he started the engine and revered out of the

parking spot, looking over his shoulder whilst

putting his hand on your head rest. you watched

him in the corner of your eye and felt your body

tense at this simple yet effective sight , and you

swallowed with a dry throat.

on the highway back home, you still felt fury in

your chest.

“pull over,” you said out of nowhere , veneer

looking to you, back to the road then at you again.

“what, why? are you gonna be sick?” he sounded

panicked and you looked at him, that being all

it took for him to put on his signal light and pull over

onto the shoulder of the road. he parked the car.

throwing off your seatbelt and pushing the buckle of

his, you threw your legs over to the driver side and

climbed atop him, left hand on his shoulder as the

other reached down to recline the seat. this all

happened so suddenly, he didn’t have time to react

until the brief 5 seconds you gave for you two to look

at eachother. his hands that were in the air slowly

lowered down onto your waist as his eyes scanned

the view in front of him. looking back into your eyes,

you crashed your lips against his with your hands

gripping the collar of his dress shirt.

both of you had craved this all night — veneer

more than you, actually. having to touch someone

else that wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of

what you gave sort of drive him mad. you noticed

his hands grew tighter on your body and his kiss

moved from gentle to hungry, you inhaling his low

exhales felt like taking a drag of a much needed

cigarette.

the cold surrounded around you disappeared as his

hands started to disperse on your back, running

up to your hair so he could pull your head back and

press kisses to your neck and collarbone. your

throat managed a sound you couldn’t explain,

and you let your eyes fall closed as you felt his lips

dragging slowly on your skin.

you loved how patient he was with your body, how he

took his time to explore what made you gasp and

breath out his name , like it was his only purpose to

do so.

pulling away, he looked up at you and pulled you

close to him by your waist, simply just gazing into

your eyes.

“i will never get sick of you.” he whispered , his voice

seeming to travel in the wind around your head.

you felt a smile quickly spread on your lips and you

cupped his face in your hands.

“i’d like to see Arden try and get that from you.” you

joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“they could never. no one could ever.” a moment

of silence sat between you two.

“i love you , y/n,” he kissed you again, pulled away ,

“my flower,”

another quick kiss to your lips concluded the closure

you needed. he loved you, and you loved him, and it

wasn’t just for show. ♡

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ ✧.* *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ ✧.*

a/n: FINALLY. i am so sorry. i’m so stressed out

but i love you guys pls eat my scraps 😞🩷

[strawberryglowup]

Tuesday, September 10th, 2024 —

Whoops, I forgot to post this reflection yesterday! I remembered right as I was going to sleep and figured it would be better for my brain and body to get to bed rather than to stay up later and write the reflection. I was already in bed later than I wanted to be, but that's okay, I'll do better tonight! Going to talk to my ADHD coach about sleep this evening. Anyway, here is what I got up to! 💕

Accomplishments:

Went to work even though I was feeling really overwhelmed and unprepared due to everyone in the house having covid, and I'm so proud of myself for going and not just working from home! Still testing negative, too.

Helped calm down a difficult client, my coworkers were impressed :')

Even though I was exhausted and told myself I'd do my night routine later than normal and just have a rest first, I actually convinced myself to just get up to start the routine to see how much I could do and I ended up getting all of it done right away! I was so proud of myself for pushing through and it really helped me out later in the evening, so that was so lovely and I'm so proud!!

Started feeling ADHD paralysis because of my low-energy and because my room was an absolute disaster, so I put on a timer for ten minutes and decided to clean for just that amount of time. Ended up cleaning my whole room while I called my best friend, it was so productive and fulfilling!

Got TWO loads of laundry done AND put away while I was in the zone, too!

Watched some informative videos on ADHD and OCD that really helped me with my brain; might post what I found out later!

Room for Improvement:

Even though I got a lot done, I could have gotten to bed earlier. Definitely felt like I needed more sleep when I woke up today. Going to talk to my coach about that tonight.

I also should have done my reflection earlier so that I wasn't thinking about it right before bed. I want to make this a consistent part of my day!

Daily Checklist:

Avoided bad habit #1 — eleventh day! 💕

Reported on my tumblr account — whoops, missed it! ✨

Completed evening routine right after work — second day! 🌙

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: September 9th, 2024 🍂

This weekend was rough. My grandma passed away and I found out at the end of a 13 hour work shift, so it made for a difficult night to say the least. But today was a decent day. Got lots of steps and had an overall pretty good day.

📚 What I Accomplished

completed lab 19 pre lab for chemistry

complete 8/10 assignments for my intro to business class

took a nap

did my morning and night skincare

journaled in the morning

filled out my planner for the week

booked a tattoo appointment for October

🎨 Random Stuff From The Day

got a ride to and from lab with one of my roommates and found out she's actually a giant sweetheart, her and I are both just two awkward people

ordered taco bell for dinner cause why not

need to start taking creatine again, but I've stopped working out cause life. need to get back to it

am going to pull extra hours at work cause I definitely wanna make sure I can pay for my tattoo and all my bills

forgot to take my meds, whoops

🍉 Stuff For Tuesday, Sept 10th

go to accounting class

complete more homework

study japanese

morning + night skincare

work a ~8 hour shift

go to the gym with my friend after work

have a good day <3

that's all for yesterday. not much to speak on for the day tbh but it was a good day. I definitely didn't do as much as I had wanted but that's okay, cause life happens.

til next time lovelies 🩷

[trashboatprince]

In one of the only comics Fourteen has, they end up on a Sycorax ship and find a pig there, taking the little guy with them on an adventure.

I'd like to believe Fourteen still has the pig, so that's why I'm writing this one-shot.

As always, I write Fourteen with they/them pronouns, but as this is a fic through Donna's perspective, and she hasn't learned their pronouns yet, she uses he/him. This isn't out of disrespect, the Doctor just hasn't bothered to tell anyone yet because they don't care.

On with the fic!

--

Donna yawned as she made her way down the stairs of the UNIT home her family was going to be staying in for a bit until her old home was rebuilt, or she got something better. She should probably still be sleeping, especially after the three, very dangerous adventures with the Doctor she had went on yesterday, but she was a mom, which meant sleeping in wasn't always gonna happen.

Plus, Shaun hogged all the blankets again, and she wasn't in the mood to yank them off her adorable husband.

So, time for some coffee.

As she shuffled into the kitchen, Donna heard a very familiar voice, muffled be being outside.

"-if you don't behave yourself, I'll give you back to the Vega Raptons!"

There was a strange noise, followed by the Doctor responding with "Yes, you're right, that's just going to upset them. Now, stop trying to chew on the chicken wire!"

Donna sighed loudly, rubbing at her face. "What are you up to now, spaceman..." She growled under her breath. Quickly, she got the kettle started and made her way to the sliding door that let to the backyard.

There, she found a sight that really shouldn't have surprised her, considering who her best friend was, and yet...

The Doctor always just had to find a way to knock her socks off, whether she wanted him to or not.

The TARDIS was in the yard, her doors open, with a trail of things coming out of her. Nearby was the Doctor, who was in the middle of constructing a large (at least for the yard) circular fence. There was a small little hut at one end, like those kind you get for dogs when they're outside, and the grass within the circle had been removed, leaving dirt.

And sitting in the circle, that was being wrapped in chicken wire, was a young, tusked pig.

"What. The. Hell!" Donna shouted, startling the Doctor, who dropped his nail gun with a shout of his own.

"D-Donna! Ah, good morning..!" The Doctor stood right up, dusting dirt off his pajama pants, had he been out here since last night?

"Doctor, what is going on!? Why'd you tear up the yard, this isn't our house! And where did that pig come from!?"

The Doctor blinked, then looked at the pig, as if noticing it for the first time, even though he had just spoken to it moments ago. "Ah. Right. Forgot to tell you about him."

He shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. "Soooo... this is Alfredo. Alfredo, this is Donna, I was telling you about her."

The pig actually nodded at this.

"Yeah, anyway, I rescued him shortly after I regenerated. Had this whole... thing after fighting some Daleks, and accidentally helping in their design, whoops. Ended up on a Sycorax ship! Remember those? Oh, wait, you were hungover that Christmas morning, right. Anyway, they had this little guy there torturing the Vega Raptons that were enslaved and-"

Donna held up a hand. "Get to the point, Doctor."

"Yes, of course! So, saved the day, took the pig into the TARDIS. He was in there the whole time!"

"Even when the ship was on fire!?"

"..." The Doctor made a face, glancing between her and the TARDIS. "He was protected. She kept him safe!"

"But not us!"

"Well, we were at ground zero of the whole coffee fiasco, so... that's kinda why she kicked us out."

"We escaped before we were incinerated by a giant blast of fire." Donna huffed, crossing her arms.

The Doctor scratched at the back of his head. "Well, she opened the doors, that counts!"

She sighed loudly. "Fine, whatever, but what are you doing? Why are you building this? You can't keep the pig!"

"But Alfredo wants to live with me, he's my little friend!" The Doctor looked at the pig, who was rolling around in the dirt. "Aw, that's really cute."

"Do you even know how to care for a pig? Bet you don't. I bet you can't even care for a plant!"

"Donna, there is a whole greenhouse inside the TARDIS, course I can take care of a plant. And a pig! Plus, Alfredo's a smart boy, it'll be easy!"

Donna wasn't impressed. "Does UNIT know you tore up the yard?"

His eyes went wide. "Uhhh... not. Yet. I'll tell them later today! Come on, Donna, please let me keep him? I'll take good care of him!"

"Doctor..." Donna started, being hearing the sliding door open.

"Mum, did you turn on the kettle? Cause it's read- is that a pig!?" Rose suddenly shot past Donna, rushing over to the half-finished pen. "He is! Oh, look at the li'l guy, he's adorable!"

"His name is Alfredo." The Doctor grinned.

"What a cute name for a piggy! Have you said 'allons-y Alfredo' yet?"

"Not yet, but hopefully soon!" The Doctor said with glee, then turned to Donna. "Come on! Rose approves of him! Rose, help me out, your mum don't want a pig."

"What!?" Rose turned around and Donna tried to stand her ground as she was being stared down by two sets of big, pleading brown eyes.

"Oh no! Don't you two dare work your charms on me!" She shouted at them.

"Pllllleeeeeaaasseeee, Mum! I promise I'll help the Doctor take care of him!" Rose pouted.

"Yeah!" The Doctor nodded. "We'll work together! Plllleeaaasseee?"

Donna groaned and threw back her head in defeat. "Fine! But you two are responsible, not me! You two will take care of him and all his needs! And Doctor, you better call UNIT and let them know."

"Got it! Thank you, Donna! You're the best!" The Doctor was grinning even more now.

"Yeah, the best!" Rose added, then turned back to Alfredo, scratching the top of his head.

Donna sighed and turned, shaking her head and muttering about how she was going back to bed.

[writtenontheport]

Walk Me Home?

pt. 2: Tomorrow (pt. 1) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

George Karim x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Meet cute (in part 1), getting to know each other, falling in love walking through gloomy London, George Karim is a silly guy, but he’s one of the best silly guys ever, Nerd Reader, No angst, light swearing, Lockwood and co friendships, I might be forgetting some tags whoops, mention of a creep creeping around the reader from the previous part, George’s recklessness is inspired by Lucy and Lockwood

Notes: I adore George, really, especially in the tv adaptation. I felt like I needed to say that, lovely guy. Forgot to add until now, there will be a part 3! This little series has become a comfort to me and I would love to write out their story

Summary: George takes you up on your offer to meet again, and after waking up late he finds it to have been a wonderful experience. Lucy and Lockwood begin trading details (mostly because George refuses to tell them about all the reckless things he’s been starting to do).

Typically, for junior agents, waking up in the early morning was as impossible as being able to clock out before sundown. Their line of work exposed them not only to the dangers of terrifying ghosts, the possible paralysis, and the high odds of death, but also to the detriment that is being made a night-owl in a world where most of society lives and breathes in the day. For those in Lockwood and co. this might mean missing out on the latest shipment of salt bombs and flares; or even missing out on a nice outing to the library with a would-be friend.

The latter of which, George happens to be doing right now.

“George!” Lucy yelps as she jumps to the wall of the main hall, George running past her. He yells a muffled apology through whatever’s sticking out his mouth and runs up the stairs.

“Everything alright?” Lockwood calls, popping his head out the kitchen. His cheeks are stuffed full of something he’s barely able to speak through.

“Yeah, fine. I don’t know about George though, is he alright?” She asks, corralling them both into the kitchen. The dining table’s all set, with a center serve bowl in the middle filling the air with something appetizing and delicious. She quickly settles down and helps herself to a good serving, seeing as George’s already put his plate away and Lockwood’s halfway through his.

“He’s meeting up with someone in the library, kept saying his alarm didn’t go off and ran about in a panic.” He swallows with a satisfied hum as a boyish smile paints his face. “Still made a banging breakfast though, that George.”

Lucy raises a brow at him, but chuckles in amusement. From somewhere above, they can hear George stomping about. It doesn’t worry Lucy, because he’s not stomping about in the way he does when he’s really panicked, so neither she nor Lockwood can step in or they might just make it worse by getting in the way. Really, Lockwood himself would go upstairs to calm George down if he’d made himself mad with worry.

“Is this the one he owes new shoes?” Lucy asks, putting down her spoon gently and throwing Lockwood a look. It’s now that she recalls what George had told her yesterday just as he walked in.

“He owes someone new shoes?”

At half past ten, George finally makes it to the library. He’s not dressed up or put together more than usual, in jeans, a loose t-shirt he’d likely borrowed from someone, and his windbreaker jacket. A messenger bag hangs off him, and tucked under his other arm are the books he’d taken out yesterday. Really, he looks like he fits right in with the ghouls and the haunts lurking about the library this early; scholars with little to no sleep and others simply looking for a place to do just that. He spots you easily after making his way to where he met you yesterday.

You’re just… sitting there, really, but he’s suddenly overtaken by nerves. It’s not the kind of nerves you might get from being ghost-locked, where you’re thrown into a torpor and left to die, but it’s not much easier to deal with. You’re sitting there looking the epitome of an obsessive scholar, hunched over a book and a notepad to the side, and he can’t help but feel like he wanted to be there right by you and just read every line and curve of your face. It’s embarrassing, really, but late to regret anything, as you look up and beam at him and suddenly the nerves are all gone.

“Come on over, George! Don’t just hang about!” You greeted just as he ambled. You had a pen in one hand hovering over a notepad while the other was carefully pressing a book open; truly caught between the lines and the pages, but still beaming at him so assuredly.

“You remembered where we sat,” he said, not really asking. Carefully settling himself down, he all but mirrored you in the way he was set up, eyeing your grin through his lashes.

Then you said, so softly he felt his heart might burst, “Of course I did, meeting you left quite the lasting impression, George.”

He swallows harshly, ducking his head into his book. “You’re not bad yourself.”

You both fall into a wordless, comfortable silence filled with only the distant sounds of the library that don’t reach. Every so often, you’d wordlessly trade a pen or share a note; make him smile or chuckle at a drawing you’d pass over. It reminded him of the thinking cloth back home, and somehow he felt like you’d fit right in with them.

Lucy and Lockwood would like you right away, even if they were skeptical and cautious people, because of your cunning wit and enchanting grin. That— He shakes the thought out of his head and glances back up at you. When your eyes meet, you do nothing but grin, and his heart keeps beating loudly in his ears.

Just as you’re both packing up to leave, he catches you looking over your shoulder with your eyes darting the whole room. He keeps packing, but once you’re both out the door, he simply asks, “That dick still bothering you?”

Sheepishly, you say, “Not as much, but… yeah.”

He decides something then, just as reckless as yesterday when he offers, “Want me to walk home with you?”

You grin, and he doesn’t think he could ever tire of the sight.

On the trip home, George is walking with you again even though where you live isn’t that close to Portland Row at all. He’d made an excuse about keeping you out of trouble, and you smiled so wide he felt that he had made the best decision of the day. Aside from keeping Lucy and Lockwood about his recklessness, anyways.

It’s easy conversation between the two of you, even when you put your research aside. George meant it when he told Lockwood and Lucy once that the Problem had defined their whole lives, that it loomed over them with a pressing hand. It loomed still, really. Curfew came up more than once, and you and George each had a go at your sharing your theories on the Problem. He talked himself near tired on the topic of ghost cults and their stupidity, and you brought up incident after incident in the long list of hauntings in London.

Somewhere along the line though, talk about Curfew and Visitors drifted into softer, warmer topics about the silliest things there were; what were his favourite colours? What were yours? If you could only eat one kind of cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be? Those sorts of questions; the sort of questions you’d ask in another world where things aren’t so wrong.

George doesn’t know what to make of the fact that you bring this out of him, that something about you makes him wonder about a better world where the Problem hadn’t become the Problem. Along the streets of gloomy London with a timer ticking away elsewhere, George feels like he can already imagine a world where there wasn’t a single worry about the Visitors. All because he had you to ramble along with.

Soon you’d stumbled on the topic of your lives at home, what it was like for both of you where you lived. George found himself telling you all of the things he’d never thought about telling anyone before: how it endeared him when Lucy would stop by his room on hard days just to check up on him and was always ready in case he just needed someone who could listen, or how Lockwood sometimes tries to cook some of George’s favourite dishes just to return the favour even though he’s rubbish in the kitchen and couldn’t cook an egg to save his life.

“They sound lovely,” You say kindly, watching the light of warmth dance in his eyes. They don’t dim even when he turns to you, and you swear your heart stops when you see his lips curve into a gorgeous smile.

“They are. Annoying, but, I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else,” if I even could, he adds wordlessly. He really wouldn’t be able to tolerate anyone else but them… and maybe you. He turns away from you just as your house comes into view, the lights peeking like the sun passing the horizon at dawn. It makes him think about home at Portland Row.

You take a few steps up to the door, but turn back before you click it open. George’s eyes lock on yours, and though the breeze is cold hanging in the air, you feel your heart pounding against your ribs and your blood rushes faster. George doesn’t look away. You fumble for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and George waits patiently.

“Would you like to meet up again? Whenever you can?” You settle on instead, feeling the breath leave you.

He watches you in the wind, framed by the threshold of your doorway. “Yeah, I’d love to. Tomorrow?”

You feel giddy again, just like last time as you say goodbye. When the door closes and George is out of sight, you give yourself a little cheer. Unbeknownst to you, George is smiling on the way home.

“George? Home early again?” Lucy greets him with a smile, plucking his books out from under his arm to help him. Lockwood’s behind her, the picture of mischief, and he suddenly knows where this is going.

“I didn’t go on a date,” he says quickly, but it just makes the two grin wider, “I just went to the library to catch up on some reading. It’s too loud at home with you two.”

“And it wasn’t loud with this… mystery person, George?” Lockwood singsongs, the absolute prick. George could just about swat him, but he feels too lazy. Luckily Lucy does it for him, and sends Lockwood a scolding look that has him reeling it in.

“Did you have fun at least, George?” Lucy asks instead, and Lockwood stops pouting when George gives a terse nod.

He runs a hand over one of the notes you’d stuck on his book, and simply says, “I’m going back early tomorrow.”

Lucy starts teasing him then too, and Lockwood takes it as a chance to do the same.

A/N: I had a very emotionally taxing conversation with my mother yesterday and had to delay this and any other piece’s posting until I could have the time and energy to edit it (which is today, the day after). Writing for George comes easiest to me, but it’s because it’s so easy to imagine the scene in my head that it’s rather hard to be descriptive without going off on a tangent. So, easiest and hardest to write for. Still love him dearly though.

[crabbng]

i actually got some in process shots for this #WebcomicDay ! they are of an episode 12 page, so this doubles as a sneak peek 🤣 you can see i forgot to take a pic of the finished lines before i started on coloring (whoops)

there are a few secret steps after finishing up backgrounds etc. (scanning, cleaning up) but since this is a sneak peek, i didn't want to put the Final Product out there.

I guess I'll ramble a little bit about The Process below the cut.

SKETCH: I don't plan out my pages as much as I should other artists do. I think about the next couple shots I want, what I can probably fit on the page, and then decide how tall the panel should be. after that I draw a big line across the page 🤣 sometimes the panel gets bisected, usually not trisected. I love it when people consider the whole of the page and make the paneling choices that elevate the art. I just don't do it lmao

luckily for me, I don't have a requirement to make every piece of my comic pages The Best. So, I focus on what I enjoy: expressions and conversations.

LINE DIALOGUE AND PANELS: For inking/lining, I ABSOLUTELY have to put in my dialogue/dialogue balloons first. Since I'm doing everything on the same page of physical paper, I can't really shift things around partway through to make the dialogue and art fit better together. I also have to make sure it all fits within the panel lines I have planned. I've gotten into situations where the WORDS fit in, but in order to make a word balloon with decent space around the words, I cross over a line. Sometimes it works, but for me.. it doesn't work most of the time. So, gotta plan ahead.

You can also see down in the final section, I handwrite my dialogue! So, if I mess up, I sometimes have to add in a few letter that I can substitute in during editing.

FINISH LINES & ERASING: All I have to say about finishing lines/erasing, is that erasing can be such a challenge lmao. JUST YESTERDAY... when I was erasing.. I tore a page a little bit. And I often accidentally crinkle a corner while erasing. The obvious solution, and what I know people do, is to sketch on one page, and then use a light table (or equivalent) to do a cleaner, lighter sketch on a new page, and then do lining on that. Which is a good idea, maybe someday I'll try it lol.

COLOR FIGURES: There's really no good reason I start with the figures, besides that I like watching them come to life with the colors. It feels weird when they're blank on the page. They're also generally the most important part of the page for me, and seeing them colored helps me decide on which panels I want to do flat color backgrounds for.

But! This means I can't go back and edit skin tones etc. to be in different lighting after the fact, unless it's to make them darker! So that's something I have to be cognizant of and plan for in advance.

I use Copics for most part of the figures, except when I know there's going to be several large areas to color, like Aoife's hair or her sweater and pants. I have character's hair planned in Copics, but I have several browns from other brands (Prismacolor, Blick, Winsor and Newton, Artist's Loft) that get pretty close to her hair color. Clothing that has large areas that need to be colored are planned as being from one of those other brands from the start. I don't want to use up all my Copic juice on them!!

Also don't you just love seeing the texture of the paper through the marker? I love it. I love the natural variation you get.

BACKGROUNDS & OTHER DETAILS: Color everything else! Backgrounds and shadows generally. For backgrounds I'm once again using my alternative brands. I've got a lot of space to cover, and those markers, along with being cheaper, are generally larger than my Copics. So it works out.

Sometimes I tend to go a bit wild with the single color backgrounds, to the point where I think it can get distracting. So I have to rein it in and leave some panels with white backgrounds, so the reader isn't just blasted with colors from every angle. My rule of thumb is to try and only have color on one panel in each of my lines of panels, and to alternate sides, if possible. I feel like that guides the eye easier.

Doing things traditionally means I don't really get any shortcuts when it comes to backgrounds, including just flat color backgrounds. Every square millimeter has gotta be colored purposefully by me. And maybe that seems like a pointless use of time and effort! But man, I love the end result. I'm all for shortcuts, it's just a lot of the ones I see floating around don't apply to me 🤣

I'll talk about my other steps here too, might as well.

SCANNING: After colors and everything, I scan the pages. They're too big to fit in my scanner, so I scan the top and bottom halves separately, and stitch them together (I use PhotoStitcher).

From there, I rotate it to (more or less) make it straight on my canvas, make a .clip version, and send it off to my iPad!

I got my iPad in a workplace raffle, and though there's a lot about the UI I don't love, it's been really convenient!

EDITING: Editing consists of: cleaning up things that should be white (like eyes, teeth, and word balloons), and then cleaning up marker that's bled over into areas it doesn't belong, and is distracting. I try not to overdo it on marker cleanup, because 1) it takes a while, 2) it can stress me out if I decide I need it all to be PERFECT, and 3) it feels slightly disingenuous, just TO ME, about my OWN work. I don't think 3) is valid, so I try to ignore that part, but sometimes in my head I'm like 'mm but Jacki can you say its traditional if you have to do so much work in post to make it presentable??' (said in a very snobby voice). I went from not really caring -> REALLY caring -> hopefully I'll get to caring a reasonable amount.

FINISHING: Last steps are to send it BACK to my computer, where I have two auto actions to size the page and to export it as a .png in a large and a small size. I should be rightfully criticized for how I size the pages lmao, it's 2647x3560 pixels. Why that number specifically? That's 1) how I've done it since the beginning, so they are all this very strange size, and 2) it's about the maximum area of scanned page I can consistently get.

I think that's it? I don't know why you would, but if you have any questions, feel free to hit me up and I'll answer them to the best of my ability. Hope someone finds this interesting or helpful LOL

bye 💕 happy webcomic day!

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 69 Deduct This!

I have a new ship

I asked who would be a potential partner for chonkers and raven said seashell so uhhhhh blame her <3

I deadass forgot Seashell's hair in the icon

WHOOPS

DON'T READ THE EPISODES BEFORE READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino goes back to Deduction College. But-

Needless to say, it does not lead him to Logico, instead pushing him way back. But it’s not a total loss. He finds a body.

IRRATINO: [long, withering sigh] PRINCIPAL: Hello Inspector Irratino. Are you here for a lesson in logic?  IRRATINO: No… 

Marble, Raspberry, and Ink are also wandering around. It seems the college will let anyone in, regardless of enrollment.

MARBLE: Inspector, look! I’ve been promoted from mathematician… to statistician!  IRRATINO: …Uh-huh. That’s cool… PRINCIPAL: Anyway, a logic class is beginning. Sit down. IRRATINO: But I’m not here for- PRINCIPAL: Sit. Down.

Irratino doesn’t pay attention to the class, because he has more important things to do (and the class doesn’t align with his interests). Marble seems to be licking her lips as she jots down notes - that’s normal right? Even though she’s drooling?

MARBLE: Oh… there goes my paper…

Raspberry isn’t paying attention at all. He’s on his laptop. Irratino, being the narc he is, spies on what he’s looking at. Sports-betting. It could be worse?

IRRATINO: Um… Mr. Applegreen, he’s gambl- PRINCIPAL: I THOUGHT you said you weren’t here for the class. IRRATINO: [sputter]

Ink has a graduation cord around her shoulders. If she’s already graduated, why is she here?

INK: [whispering] I’m taking the test anyway - I’m just trying to make the others look bad. PRINCIPAL: I heard that! My god. I need a break. 

He storms outside, and a single leaf falls onto his head where his glorious blond hair tuft once was. For some reason, this makes him lose his shit! He yells and kicks the tree, dropping more leaves and wailing in pain.

Irratino examines the attendance records now that the principal’s gone. Every time someone enters and leaves the building it must be noted, and a telltale sign is Raspberry only showing up for a couple minutes yesterday, before showing up normally today. Irratino just looks at him with a dejected expression. He sure seems a lot… more casual than when he saw him last.

RASPBERRY: Well, dang, ya got me! OH! I fergot I was doin’ school! Now lemme eLAborate on a couple ‘o my theses, and I’ll be able to getcha on my side! First, I want you to think about- IRRATINO: Stop, stop. Please stop. I don’t want to get caught up in any more things. I’m so tired. I’m so confused. I don’t know where I am - I don’t even remember coming back here, much less why. I’ve barely gotten any sleep since Logico went missing, and it’s just getting worse. I’m going insane.  INK: I promise you’ll find him.  IRRATINO: How? You can’t promise that! INK: It’s fate.

Irratino takes a deep breath. It’s fate. But fate doesn’t happen standing around.

The end! 

bbgoat has been looking for gico for so long he's losing his mind ;;

does this episode seem weirdly short compared to the others?

or am I going insane

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

WIP Wthursday

meant to post yesterday and then forgot bc of who i am as a person so, whoops. anyway, current state of affairs

embroidery:

absolutely 0 progress on the Hermit since i last posted it in like mid september. whoops. i WILL finish this thing by veilguard i swear but for some reason it's just grueling every step of the way. meanwhile, i'm banging out this mini version of The Tower in like 4 days. I want to post the pattern/thread colors I made for my big design, but i feel guilty selling a pattern for a piece where i hand-dyed at least 5 of the colors involved. So I'm making a second version with only commercially available colors as an alternative (and a slightly less saturated background), and I'll include both color guides as options.

haven't made any new digital designs/patterns since the last one of the qunari dialogue symbol. considering making a new one for another piece of art to copy out, but currently unclear on how to get the proportions for the frame accurately copied into photoshop because I want to try an oval frame instead of circular so... yeah. we'll see.

writing:

went digging through my old WIPs folder and found a k!meme prompt fic for Lavellan getting hit by a truth spell that I'd basically almost finished and then just... completely forgot about I guess? it's a silly premise and under 15k so it must have just poofed from my brain when I moved and lost track of all my then-projects.

           Just the memory sends a flush down the back of her neck, her heartbeat skipping inside her chest like a stone over water. She can almost feel it, even here, her legs aching after a days of travel. The warmth of his body against hers in the cold air of the mountains. The unexpected passion of their kiss, the pressure of his lips crushing against her own, driving all other thoughts from her mind.             The way just beforehand he’d still hesitated, almost tearing himself away.             That’s the real problem, she thinks to herself, as she tries to ignore the wet slapping noise the drenched fabric of her robes makes with every step. She just can’t reconcile the intensity of his words with the way he keeps drawing himself back again. Every time she considers making another move, she can’t help but think that maybe it will be what convinces him she’s not worth the trouble after all.             Ar lath ma, he’d told her, despite it all.             She has no idea how to respond to something like that.

the first two and final chapters are entirely finished, while 3/4 are more disjointed segments that need some fleshing out. but i'll probably just go ahead and post the first bit soon because why not. maybe that'll push me to clean it up faster. i'll also be honest. half of this fic is like... the prompt premise, and the other half is just. me wishing i was out backpacking. i wrote it the summer of lockdowns when i went from working outside 5 days a week to bedroom WFH prison, and its funny rereading now like. oh yeah so i was going fully insane about not being the one camping myself, huh.

Anyway. otherwise I also started another new short thing for my still currently nameless No-Longer-Lavellan from reunion, but it's only a couple hundred words and some vague notes so far. Not sure if I'll turn it into something more polished or leave it as general musings. I wish I could draw better because I have way more concrete visions for visual art for that whole scenario but, alas.