#'I hope this artist you like stops doing art of this series!' is too normal and basic

[bigboobshaunt]

"Oh I know, I should check on this one artist I used to follow a while back, I wonder what they're posting about these day-"

"Neverfucking mind I guess"

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 04

a/n: King of My Heart was supposed to be mainly a "normal" series, not much Social Media content, and though I like doing those chapters they limit my imagination at some point. So I decided to mix it, I'm going to alternate chapters, and we are gonna have the best of both worlds (or so I hope), seeing people react to Y/n and Mick's relationship but also having a privileged seat to watch their interactions and feelings unfold. This chapter is when their first interaction happened, a bit before the first chapter of the series. I hope you guys like it <3 let me know your thoughts and opinions.

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, fluff, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 2.3k

part 03 | series masterlist | part 05

Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that's why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

When Mick saw Y/n for the first time, he was curious and speechless, both things that are involved in the process of blooming love. He had no idea at the time, though in his head, maybe he was just excited to be in a new environment, a place that would embrace him, teach him, and accept him for who he was, not for his father's legacy, or an expectation based on a remote reality.

When she entered the room, he knew people kept talking, working, and breathing, yet he had no idea how because for him, it was different, it was the first time he saw her, and she was suddenly the center of his attention. Big brown eyes stared around everything, nut-brown hair around her head like a halo, full lips, a round nose, and brown skin. Y/n was breathtaking, and he only noticed he was holding his when a friend touched his shoulder. Mick directed his gaze to Lewis for a split second, and he felt lucky he, too, was looking at her. Otherwise, the Mercedes driver would likely see the weird way in which his friend seemed lost. And, of course, his coworker was looking at her too. Who would not want to look at her? They had to be crazy not to. If given the opportunity, Mick would stare at that woman the whole day, and he did not even know her name. So, yes, in his mind, it could only be explained as a curiosity. Although he comprehended very well what kind of curiosity it was and that, he had never really felt that, quite the opposite, he was usually doing his own thing and minding his business, and new people were welcome. And he was friendly, but he was not the type of person to seek someone’s attention or friendship, at least not so fast, not so intently. Y/n was not only a new person, but she was the bearer of new and strange feelings in the pit of Mick’s stomach. 

“Oh, she’s so sly, you see. She comes and goes around without people noticing. It scares me sometimes,” Hamilton spoke, smiling in her direction. Mick thought: how could she come and go unnoticed? The second the door opened, he could not take his eyes off her. 

“It’s a matter of practice,” she replied with a small grin. The way her lips folded looked almost artistic, like the final brushstroke in a work of art, when everything seems to fit together to create the final result, the bigger picture, “Now, how’s my favorite brother doing?” 

Mick did not even notice the way he finally took a breath of fresh air. She was not his friend’s girlfriend, although Mick did not know if her being his sister would make things any easier. 

“I’m your only brother Y/n,” Lewis reminded, and she huffed as if he was pointing out something unnecessary. 

“You can be my only and favorite brother, both things at the same time. Stop being so pokey,” she joked.

“Mick, this is Y/n, my baby sister,” he turned to Mick, who was able to recompose in seconds. He was a driver after all, he had to be fast and have good reflexes, “Y/n, this is Mick, my friend and work colleague.”

“Nice to meet you, Mick” She waved and made her grin wider, in fact, when their eyes met, her lips opened in a full big smile. It felt like watching a flower blossom, and it also felt like a gesture only for him.

“Likewise, Y/n.”

“I’ve heard you’re new around Mercedes. Welcome to the family.” 

“Feels like it indeed,” he grinned, “A family, I mean.” 

“It’s good to hear that. God knows this whole thing can be tough. You don’t need to have people making it worse,” she pointed, and that was all it took for Mick to know that Y/n was more than talkative, and honest. He was sure she would tell him the truth about whatever he asked, her genuine opinion, no holding backs.

Someone seemed to call Lewis, and he said something neither Y/n nor Mick could hear properly and then left. Her brown eyes were kept glued right into his ocean ones, almost daring him to deflect. He felt exposed to her, but in a good way, because for some reason, he wanted her to be capable of reading his thought through his eyes, “You’re, uh- it’s your first time in the paddock? I never saw you around before.” 

She offers him a small smile, looks at someone in the back, waves, and then turns her attention to his face again, “Nah, I’m here all the time, just away from the cameras and most of the eyes.” 

“Can I ask you why?” 

She shrugged, “I mean, of course you can. Am I gonna answer, though? That’s a different question,” Y/n joked, and Mick could only smile brighter and roll his eyes. 

“I-  I’m just curious,” he seems to breathe for a second when their eyes lock again, “about you,” he finishes.

“Yeah, me too,” it’s a whisper like she is telling it to herself, acknowledging that she, too, wants to know every little detail about him. Her eyes divert to an engineer that passes them, her hands go up like the last time, and she gives a gentle wave. “I like to be myself. I mean, I like to be Y/n Y/l/n. I hope you don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore my brother and our family, but in some circumstances, your name can be a blessing and a curse” Y/n’s eyes searched for his again. She was waiting for the short nod he gave. A confirmation he understood the situation too, a way of demonstrating that she could keep going because he knew there was more to come. “I didn't want people to pin my success on my brother’s name, to say I had it easier just because he made it. The media loves to do that with women, saying they only made it because of a man or trying to pin hard work and talent as luck.” 

He nodded, “I get it. I used to do that when I was a bit younger, to use a different surname so people would not act differently or expect more than one hundred percent of me. It’s tiring. I can sympathize.” 

“A Schumacher, huh?” Y/n tatters before adding, “My brother told me a bit of what went on. For the record, it’s their loss. I’m sorry you had to go through such heartless people, but I’m glad they let you go so you can be here now,” so we could meet, so I could feel like drowning in your blue eyes, so that my body would feel lighter, she thought. 

“I’m happy to be here too. I don’t think I would change a thing,” Y/n watches as the tip of his tongue goes out to wet his pink, plush lips, the way his eyes dart quickly around her whole face.

“It gives you experience at the end of the day,” she is quick to point out, feeling a tad nervous.

Schumacher nods, and before he can ask one more question, to hear her quirk remarks one more time, someone shows up, calling him to look at something new they did in the car. 

“See you around, Mick,” she gives him that same half smile from a work of art before she touches his arm when passing. He could swear he shivered with the feeling of her skin against his. 

Y/n goes around, greeting some of the staff she is friends with before finally reaching Toto. He gives her a pointing look, and she rolls her eyes. The older man has always been really supportive of Y/n as well, they would always talk when she came to the paddock, and their conversations would go around about anything and everything. Yn always admired Toto’s leadership skills, and she was open about how she thought his kind of work not only asked you for the technical side but, most importantly, the human side. Toto was able to captivate Lewis, and he did just the same with Y/n. He was also one of the people who made sure her privacy and image were safe around the Mercedes garage. People respected him, so if Toto Wolff says, ‘nobody talks about the fact that Lewis has a sister and she’s here a lot’ that is precisely what happens: nobody would talk, or most of them would not. Y/n was aware her scheme of keeping this under wraps was collective work, and she was happy to be in a place where people liked her brother so much they chose to protect her too. 

“You took forever to show up this year. What happened?” he asked, taking off his headphones.

“A lot is going on with work, I’m launching a new collection soon, and you know I like to be in every step of the process, right?” 

“Literally,” he joked, pointing to her new shoes, which he knew were most likely from said new collection. Y/n would always use them as a test, making sure they were comfortable and safe for the customers. 

She jokingly rolled her eyes before adding, “Yeah, exactly, but doing this is quite difficult sometimes, especially when you want to be attentive to the human side of those who work with you.”

“You’re doing a great job, and I’m proud of how far you’ve come since the first time you appeared here, a small kid determined to do her own name,” he held her chin high, smiling. “Let me know when this new collection drops. I’m sure Susie would love to get one of every shape and color.” 

Her smile grew wider, she loved Susie Wolff, and she loved their love. They were very private, but Y/n has been around for long enough to know how big and strong their love is, and she enjoys watching it from the sidelines whenever they interact. 

“I will be sure to send some exclusives for her.” 

Toto gave her one of his side smiles and nodded before having to leave to attend to some problem, so Y/n made her rounds around, asking questions, interacting, and making sure to annoy her older brother every once in a while. She took some time aside and sat with some of the media crew to answer her work e-mails while they typed away creating content. It was refreshing to be in the Mercedes garage. The chaos worked perfectly well, and she always felt energized. 

When work was done and, it was time to leave, Y/n bid her goodbyes and did a small search with her eyes for a blond mop of hair, which did not go unnoticed by her brother. 

“He had to leave a bit earlier,” Lewis explained.

“What?” she asked, securing her laptop case and bag in one arm and starting her walk to the garage. Lewis knew it was her way of changing the subject, to shift the attention. 

“You’re my sister,” 

“It’s been twenty-one years. You would think this is an established fact by now,” Y/n was a fan of using humor as a coping mechanism too. 

“Mick is a driver,” he adds.

“Yeah, he’s like your teammate too now, right?” 

“He’s also my friend,” Lewis points.

“That’s good. He seems like a good friend to have around,” her curls bounce as she reaches his car and opens the back door to load her things there. 

“You’re deflecting, Y/n.” 

“And you are not stating your points with clarity, Lewis,” she let go of the door, shutting it in the sequence and opening the passenger one.

“I saw your interaction, saw your interest perhaps, you’re not aware of it, or you’re just trying to brush it off and lie to yourself, but I’m doing my job as the older brother and warning you: by dating someone famous you may have to give up some things, such as your privacy,” now they’re sitting inside the car, he’s facing her, and she’s looking ahead, a woof of air leaves her lips before she finally looks at her brother. “You know how the media is, and if they even sniff a new romance between you, a Hamilton, and Mick, a Schumacher, they won’t go easy. They will want all the details, and I trust the Mercedes people, but we don’t know everyone. There are new people always showing up. They can let it slip about you without intentions, share information without noticing.”

She opens her mouth to answer, but unlike the usual days, she doesn’t have anything ready to say. 

“And don’t forget the fact that he is my coworker, Y/n. If anything goes down the wrong path, you will either have to face him daily or lose my races. You will have to face your heartbreak every day. Do you remember Jonathan from high school? How you missed a week of classes when that fucker dumped you?! And then you had to finish the year there anyways, had to sit in the same class as him.”

“And I changed schools by the end of the semester,” she adds with a small nod. She understands his point, and she even agrees to some extent. However, she wanted to add that it was a different context, that Anthony was a douche, he never really liked her, and nobody in that school really did, this being the reason she decided to leave. She was a lot of things but not a coward, though she knew that was not what her brother was saying. She felt like reminding herself.

“I’m just trying to take care of you. I would hate to watch you suffer,” his voice is soft, and so are his eyes and hands when they reach through the center console to lace their fingers.

There’s a small smile of appreciation on her lips, “I love you, and I love how careful you are with me, but I’m not a kid anymore” She tightens her grip on his hand, and they share an attentive and agreeing look for some seconds when she adds, “And Mick is not Jonathan.” 

“That’s what scares me.” 

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[jinhyun]

Just telling you that please don't feel sorry for taking an indefinite break/rest from continuing your series' because we absolutely understand!

The same thing has been happening to me with drawing ever since covid hit. My motivation to create new sketches and drawings slowly started dying from all the mental stress covid brought upon me and my family and the world in general, but i started sketching a bit again.

Then when 2023 began i had to move schools and the school I'm now currently attending is extremely harsh and stressful, and leaves me to come home physically and mentally drained sometimes, so that absolutely killed my motivation to do anything, let alone draw.

I'm still very much struggling with lack of motivation and inspiration but I'm hoping that as life moves on, i start making art again.

Sorry i know you didn't ask for a whole ass life story from a complete stranger but through my story i just wanted to convey the msg that you are definitely not alone, and believe me I've felt guilty for having this artblock for a long time too. But the fact is that it is NOT your fault in any way whatsoever. You don't control motivation. You don't control your feelings. Please don't feel bad about it. I know it's definitely hard to not be able to bring yourself to do things that normally brought you so much joy before, but i promise it will get better. Life will get better.

Wish you the best btw and ly💗:D

omg no don't apologise at all, thank you for sharing! sadly we're in the same boat then 🥲 i feel like this was a bad year for artists bc my sister who's the visual artist of the family also stopped drawing bc of high school stress so 🥲🥲🥲

thank you so much for understanding and i really hope that you, too, get your inspiration back soon, so you can get back to doing what brings you joy 🩷

[lovelytaes-blog]

colours: epilogue - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): fluff, domestic lovin', unprotected sex(pls be safe), face-sitting, love making, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (f.&m.receiving), praise kink.

word count: 9.1k

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3 years later…

“What about this?” Taehyung asks while lifting up a paint set, threading his fingers through his now chocolate coloured hair; just last month Taehyung had decided to go for a chocolate colour, rather than keeping his golden blonde hair—which you were a little sad about, but this hair colour suited him too.

Was there really a hair colour or style that your boyfriend couldn’t pull off?

“Oouu!” You squealed coming closer to him and examining his paint selection, giving him a thumbs up you placed it into your basket. Your eyes scanned the aisles of the store, trying to find the right paintbrush set that you found online at your normal arts and crafts store, but unfortunately they were out of stock at that particular place; so, Taehyung and you had decided to stop by this store in hopes to find the perfect gift for the little girl.

Aera’s 6th birthday party was approaching quickly, and just like the past three years, both you and Taehyung are on a time crunch. Lately the two of you have been super busy with work; you with art galleries and exhibitions, and Taehyung with meetings with other designer brands to prepare for their 2024 Spring collection release dates. So, here you two were, just a week away from Aera’s 6th birthday and struggling to find her the perfect gift. Every year it gets harder to buy her something—Taehyung being the parent that needs to top the gifts from the previous year, it becomes quite challenging to continuously search for the best gift. So, this year, you decided that since Aera has been spending tons of time with you in your studio, you’ve noticed how much she truly enjoys painting on canvases with your supplies—and she was damn good at it too. Of course, with her still being so young, she was no Leonardo Da Vinci, but she sure knew how to use a paintbrush, she was arguably better than any other five-year-old you had ever seen. She really has an eye for the arts, you recalled the time that you went on vacation with her and Taehyung to Japan on one of his work trips, and you two spent the day at the art museum; she was telling you how she learned some new colours by watching old Bob Ross videos, where she shocked you by pointing out the difference between titanium white and zinc white—to which, you being a professional artist, couldn’t even tell the difference. But that trip definitely opened your eyes, Taehyung’s too, on how talented Aera really is in terms of painting and art.

“I found it!” You shrieked, bolting towards the last paintbrush set that you had been looking for. Stumbling over your own feet, and Taehyung snickering behind you, you snatch the very last paintbrush set, fist pumping in the air at your victory, and tossing it into the basket.

“Wow,” Taehyung breathed out while he trailed behind you, “I can’t believe that it took us this long to find all those supplies.”

You snorted, setting the basket down and scanning each item at the self check out, “Maybe we wouldn’t have been so stressed out if we had started this sooner.” The two of you laughed at the thought as you continued to pay for the items.

“Guess it’s what happens with being so busy.” Taehyung huffed out running his fingers through his hair, “But we’ve been making it work for the past three years, so we’re doing something right, right?”

Smiling up at him, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers and heading for the exit, “Yeah, we are.”

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“Have you and Tae talked about moving in together?” Mi-ha asked with a mouthful of noodles.

“Yeah, it’s been like what? Three years now?” Haru chimes in.

It was now Wednesday; you and the girls were finally able to take time out of your busy schedules to set aside a full day together to catch up and hang out without any kids, boyfriends, and husbands. It was nice to finally have some girl time after being swamped with work, watching Aera when Tae was away for business, and other housekeeping things that just got in the way.

“Yeah—about two and half years, coming up onto three.” You hummed, taking a sip of water, “I guess I never really thought about it…”

That wasn’t a complete lie. Both you and Taehyung have talked about moving in with each other before; you’d sell your apartment and stay with him and Aera, of course residing in his bedroom. But that was it, really. You both hadn’t gone further in depth in actually moving in, especially with how busy you both have been for the past few years of being together. However, you practically lived with Taehyung anyways; around your second year together, he had cleared out a portion of his closet for you to keep some clothes there for when you stay over. It wasn’t too often, most times you’d stay over Friday night and then take Aera with you to your art classes for 9, while Tae stayed in bed, then you two would come back with breakfast for him.

“Hey, can I ask you something? I don’t really know if it’d offend you… But I’m curious.” Seung asks while putting a dumpling on her plate. You looked around the table to find that each of the girls had their eyes trained on their plates of food, eating quietly.

“Uhm… Sure?” You respond, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the quietness around the table.

“Does Aera still see Isla?” Seung asks, now staring at you with a questioning look. You did, in fact, tell them about your encounter with Isla and how you had offered her to continue to somewhat be in Aera’s life—they thought you were brave for that. They were worried that you’d feel like you were intruding on their family by being in the picture while Isla was too; but you really couldn’t feel it in that way. The way you had seen Isla interact with Taehyung that day—she wasn’t malicious at all, she definitely was not your typical baby mama ex-girlfriend story, Isla wasn’t an awful person.

“No, not really.” You say, “I think she appreciated that offer, to try and be in Aera’s life, but a year after that conversation, Isla sent us the same documents, all signed, and told us that her and her fiancé are moving to America… And that she wants Taehyung and Aera to have a fresh start with me… So…” You trailed off, shifting uncomfortably in your seat while you waited for the girls to respond.

“Whoa.”

“What?”

“Damn—she really just… left?”

You nodded, “Yeah… It came as a shock to us too, she seemed like she really wanted to co-parent or whatever, but I guess not?”

“And what about Aera? Does she ever ask about her?” Hyuna questions.

You shook your head, “No, and she doesn’t ask Taehyung where her mom is… In fact,” You paused, “Aera doesn’t ask for her mom at all? I remember that day at Yoon-ji’s birthday, a few years ago, and Aera told me that they went to see her mom… But like, that was the first and last time I ever heard her say the word.”

“Hm… I mean, is that really an issue?” Sarang asks gently, “Isla wasn’t ever around anyways.” The rest of the girls nodded. You pursed your lips.

“I guess not, but I still feel bad I guess.” You shrugged reaching over and stuffing your mouth with a dumpling.

“You shouldn’t,” Rae says, reaching over to clasp your shoulder with her hand, “You’re doing a fine job with helping Taehyung raise her, Y/n. Truly, they’re both so lucky to have you.” You blushed at her words, shaking your head, and waving a hand.

“Me? N-no. I’m just loving them both like they deserve; you can’t love just one of them, they come together.” You proceeded to reach for another dumpling, popping it into your mouth.

However, you didn’t notice the rest of the girls admiring you, thinking the same things. You were younger than them, at 25 years old now, and still as smitten over Taehyung and Aera as you were when you had first met them at 22. They were glad that someone loved their friend and his daughter as much as you did—truly, they were grateful for you and all that you’ve done for Taehyung. They stared at each other as they watched their younger sister—something they had always thought of you—happily chewing on another dumpling that you had popped into your mouth, smiling contently that they have gained another amazing female into their friend group, an amazing girl that had mend the heart of their long-time friend.

“What?” You asked them with your mouth full and curious eyes, the rest of the girls giggled and waved in dismissal.

“We’re just grateful that you’re in our lives.” Haru states with a grin. You suddenly feel a wave of contentment, your heart leaps in your chest that these girls were grateful for you; because you were just as grateful for them, you’ve always had Mi-ha, and you will always love her, but now that you were surrounded by so much love from the others, you were feeling choked up and overwhelmed with the tenderness that filled the air of the room.

“Yeah…” You grinned, “I am too.”

“Anyone know what the boys are up to today?”

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“Have you figured out when you’re gonna propose?” Namjoon asks while pulling Yoon-ji’s hair up into a ponytail.

The boys were all currently at Haru and Jungkook’s house, watching the kids while their women were out together. The boys never minded spending time together with their kids, if anything they enjoyed their daddy time with them. It still baffles their minds that they’ve all been friends for so long and now they were parents together; it was almost like yesterday they were in college and rioting around like the rowdy boys they were.

“Yeah, it’s been, like what? Three years?” Jungkook asks while snuggling a sleeping Youngji into his chest.

“Two and half, almost three,” Taehyung corrects, tilting his head back to finish the rest of his water before placing the cup back on the table, “but, yeah—three.”

“Are you gonna?”

Taehyung nods, “Yeah—I think I am.” For the past six months, Taehyung had been dropping subtle hints, that you thankfully haven’t picked up on even though they were the most obvious hints any one has ever heard. Every time the three of you went out, he would always point out a bunch of engagement rings, asking which ones you liked and what you didn’t; he’d ask you what kind of diamond cut you’d want and would ask you to try on the rings he selected to ensure your ring size. Very obvious things that definitely indicated that he was going to propose sometime soon—but you just… Didn’t pick up on it. It was almost comedic to Taehyung, you were such a bright and intelligent woman, but you couldn’t even tell that your own boyfriend was going to propose to you.

“I was planning to do it around New Year’s.” Taehyung concludes clasping his hands in his lap, earning loud cheering from the boys, before Jungkook loudly shushes them, glaring hard at the boys while gesturing to the sleeping five-year-old in his arms.

“That’s damn cute,” Yoongi smirks, “you nervous?”

Taehyung was extremely nervous.

He couldn’t understand why because he knows you. You would say yes in a heartbeat, coming up onto your third year together, he knows for certain that you’d say yes. He was more so nervous about Aera’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if she’d be weirded out by it, or if she even understood what the term marriage even means, but he still felt the anxiety that resides inside him; it’s a big step in your relationship, and he just wanted it all to be perfect. He knows that he loves you, you love him; Aera loves you, and you love her. So, really, what’s there to be worried about?

“Kinda?” Taehyung admits with a sigh, “I-I just don’t wanna fuck things up, yenno?” Licking his lips and staring at the ground, “I know that I shouldn’t be because it’s Y/n. She’s literally amazing and I know she loves me, loves Aera too if not more than me, but I think I’m more worried about Aera? She knows that Y/n and I are together, romantically speaking, but I don’t know if she really understands that? Or if she even realizes that Y/n’s not her biological mom?”

Jin sighs, turning his body towards the younger man, “But does that matter if Y/n isn’t the woman that gave birth to her? She’s literally been with you both since Aera was three—while Aera’s actual mom walked out on you, tried to come back in, but then walked right back out.” Jin points out, now leaning forward, “and I don’t know about you, but Y/n sure as hell is more of a mother figure to Aera than Isla ever was.”

“Yeah, Tae,” Hobi agrees, “I’m sure when the time is right, you’ll be able to explain it to her how Y/n is her step-mom. And even then, she really deserves that, that mom title… She really did do a lot for you guys in terms of giving you both the love and care you guys deserve.”

Taehyung deflates rubbing his face, “Yeah, I know… I-“ He pauses, “I really love her guys… She’s seriously it for me.”

Jimin whistles, immediately throwing his arms around his best friend, “Guys! She’s done it! Y/nie made our Taehyungie believe in love again!”

Tae shoves Jimin off chuckling, “Quit it, I’ve always been in love with her, we’ve been together for like three years, obviously I’ve been in love.”

“Ha,” Namjoon chuckles, watching Yoon-ji running around the living area with Mujin chasing her, while Ji-hoon and Yuna trailing behind them, “It’s seriously so nice to see you truly happy!”

“Yah! You were so miserable some days that it was so hard to enjoy our time together.” Yoongi butts in clicking his tongue.

“Says you,” Hobi hissed at their older friend, “You’re literally mean and miserable to everyone all the time!”

“Hobi-hyung, relax, will you? I don’t think hyung meant it maliciously.” Jimin interrupts, bouncing Soomi on his leg as he watched with a hidden smirk at their older friends arguing with each other. Not that, that was out of the ordinary for Yoongi and Hobi.

“Well, I will relax when Hobi stops attacking me.” Yoongi interrupts before Hobi could counter, his arms crossed across his broad chest while he smirks teasingly at Hobi, knowing full well that he was getting on the younger friend’s nerves. Through the years of their friendship, it became apparent that Yoongi enjoyed teasing Hoseok because he simply enjoys seeing him flustered and not his usual bubbly self.

“Was I—” Hobi turns to Namjoon and Taehyung who were already in fits of giggles, while Jin was snickering into his hand to avoid the wrath of Jung Hoseok, as they watch his face contort in anger and confusion, “How am I even attacking you if what I’m saying is true!”

“Okay, rela—”

“Doesn’t mean you need to throw it in my face, I’ll have you know, I’m a joy to have around, thank you very much!”

“I never even—Did I say that? Did I say that Yoongi-hyung wasn’t fun to be around? I literally just—"

“Can you guys shut up!” Jungkook yells, covering his son’s ears, “For the love of fuck, I just put him to sleep, can you please keep your damn voices down?”

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“Jagi! Have you seen my tie?”

It was now Aera’s birthday. The last two weeks haven’t been as hectic as you thought that it would be. You were still running around figuring out what kind of cake she wanted, the catering (which just ended up being Jin and Yoongi offering to cook for the weekend), and of course, the desserts that Aera wanted to snack on after the initial party. You and Taehyung have decided to get her cake made at Taehyung’s favorite cookie shop (He insisted that Aera wants a cookie cake, but you were slightly convinced that the cake was really for him—but he tried to convince you otherwise…)

“Uhmm, check the bathroom?” You called out as you finished putting Aera’s hair in little space buns with a smile, “There all done! C’mon, let’s go see if your dad found his tie.” The two of you giggled, making your way to Taehyung’s room from Aera’s, only to be greeted with a calmer looking Tae, who was quickly tying his tie and adjusting it to his liking.

“Daddy, you look so handsome!”

It never failed to amaze you at how great Aera’s speech is. At 6 (as of today), her speech has improved tremendously that it made you nostalgic whenever you remember her having a hard time pronouncing her ‘Ls’, along with her having trouble remembering how to pronounce certain words.

“Ah,” Taehyung spins around quickly scooping up his not-so-little girl into his strong arms and spinning her around, “Thank you, flower—don’t you look super pretty for your special day?” Taehyung grumbles out, smothering Aera in kisses, while she squeals.

This was the sight that you could never get tired of seeing. Day in and day out, the amount of love Tae shows Aera warms your heart every time; he is such an amazing dad, so understanding, so loving, so patient. Anyone who walks past you three on the streets gushes at how in love Taehyung is with his daughter—

“Daddy, stop!” Aera screeches pushing Taehyung’s face with both her hands, “I’m not a baby anymore! I am six!”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s laughter stops abruptly as he stared dumbfounded at the little girl in his arms, “Listen here, missy,” You could hear the light teasing in his voice; however, you knew that he was just trying to mask his utter shock at Aera’s choice of words.

“You, Kim Aera, still, and will always be my little girl. No ifs, ands, or buts, my flower.” He boops her nose with his index finger, chuckling.

“Alrighty, miss not-so-little Aera, I think your Aunties and Uncles, and your cousins are all waiting on you Miss birthday girl.” You interrupted, while Aera wiggles out of her dad’s grasp and bolts out of the room, her feet thumping as she makes her way down the stairs.

“Where did the time go?” Taehyung breathes out, now watching the opened door, “Did you hear her, Y/n? “I’m not a baby anymore, I am six!” Pfft, the nerve of that child.” Taehyung mocks crossing his arms and pouting, “You raise a child for six years and she thinks that she doesn’t need you anymore the minute she turns six… Six, Y/n! She can’t even drive! Where is she gonna go!”

You stifled your laughs, wrapping your arms around your very upset boyfriend, “Oh, Tae, relax will you? You’re so sensitive—”

“Me? Sensitive? I’m not—”

“Okay, Mr. I’m-not-sensitive-but-I-actually-am,” You mocked leading him towards the door, “We’ve got guests to entertain, mouths to feed, and candles to blow.” You usher him out of your shared room.

“I know what you can blow—”

“Taehyung, if you’re about to say what I think you’re about to say, so help me God—”

“—my big dick.”

“—I fucking can’t with you.”

You smack the back of Taehyung’s head as the two of you stumble down the stairs, only for your ears to greet the sound of little feet running around Taehyung’s house, the laughter of your friends, and the quiet playing of music in the background. Aera had insisted that on her birthday, she wanted you to play some of your old music that you listened to, which all consisted of old r&b, rap, hip hop, and other genres. You had to make sure that you played the clean versions of each song, for obvious reasons. Right now, an old song by Ja Rule and JLO was softly plaything through the surround-sound system that Taehyung had gotten installed two years ago for his 26th birthday, since he wanted to be able to have, and you quote, bumpin’ tunes all night long.

Needless to say, the tunes weren’t the only things, bumpin’, that night.

“Finally.” A presence finds its way beside you, only for you to see Mi-ha smiling, “Were you two busy or something?”

Smacking Mi-ha’s arm gently, “Ew,” You scrunch your face, “Mi-ha, that’s gross. You guys are all here!”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung gasps beside you, “I know that my girlfriend did not just say ‘ew’ to the thought of me fuc—”

“I swear to fuck, Taehyung if you even finish that sentence.” You hissed pointing a finger at him.

Mi-ha cackles beside you, “She says ‘ew’, knowing damn well that on our annual camping trip you and Tae were busy fu—”

“Okay, why is everyone attacking me today?” You wailed, your shoulders slumping, “It’s Aera’s birthday, guys. Can we please keep it PG? And can we please keep our sex life quiet?” You glared at Taehyung who was sheepishly looking away, finding the pink and purple balloons that were decorating his living room rather interesting.

“Hyung!” Taehyung bolts from your eyes and rushes towards Yoongi who had just walked in with a plate full of food, that he probably made on the grill outside. Trailing behind him, Jin walks in with two more plates of roasted vegetables, his twins running around his legs, giggling.

“Where do you want these?” Yoongi asks, while he idly stands in the middle of the living room, Taehyung points towards his kitchen and the three of them head over. Jin and Yoongi greeted you with smiles while they walked passed you, and Taehyung quickly kisses your cheek, in attempts to soothe out your glare that quickly dispersed at his cute gesture.

“Auntie Y/n?” Aera pats your thighs as she glances up at you with a grin, “May I go to Auntie Rae’s and Uncle Hobi’s tonight? Muji wants to show me the new switch game he got! I think Nari, the twins, and Eonnie are going over too!”

“Hm…” You hummed, pretending to be deep in thought, “Did Aunty Rae ask you?”

Aera nods with a smile.

“Do you really wanna go?”

Aera nods again.

“How about you go ask your dad, he can’t say no to you, sweets.” You suggest. There were times that Aera would ask you for things, ever since she was three. She’d come to you more often than her dad sometimes, whether she wanted sweets, salty snacks, or a new marker from the arts store. However, you and Taehyung had set some ground rules ever since the two of you had become official. For starters, you knew your place. You were not Aera’s actual parent, and you were okay with that. Therefore, you weren’t allowed to scold her or get angry at her in the same way Taehyung could—simply because that was his daughter. You also felt as if it wasn’t your place to scold her either; you also weren’t sure if Taehyung knew that you knew that Aera wanted to start calling you mom. Ever since that night, Aera hasn’t brought up the idea and neither did you nor Taehyung. You didn’t want to sway Aera, feeling that if she decides to call you mom you wanted it to be on her accord—not because you wanted her to, or Taehyung wanted her to, but because you wanted Aera to truly see you as a mother figure. You weren’t in a rush for her to label you either; you and Aera’s relationship was doing great, you really didn’t mind her calling you Auntie.

So deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Taehyung exit his kitchen to find you.

“Ask daddy what?” Taehyung hums behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, kissing your temple.

“May I spend the night at Aunty Rae’s and Uncle Hobi’s? Everyone’s going!” Aera pouts—the pout that she knows works fairly well with Taehyung, the pout he literally cannot say no to.

“Hm…” Taehyung teasingly hums, “Do you really want to go?”

Aera nods excitedly, “Yes, please!”

“And will you do everything your Uncle Hobi and Aunty Rae says?”

“Yup!”

“Even when daddy tells Uncle Hobi bedtime is at 8?”

“Yes…” Aera quietly says, nodding her head.

“Did you ask Aunty Y/n?”

Your eyes widen, “Hey, no,” You put your arms up at you stare that the two identical Kim’s, “Don’t bring me into this, you’re her dad.”

What came out of Aera’s mouth next made your heart almost thump out of your chest.

“But you’re my mom!” She whines, “and mom said to ask you!”

Both you and Taehyung were stunned to hear the m-word leave Aera’s mouth—sure you’ve heard it before when Taehyung wasn’t around, but you were sure it was like, a slip of the tongue—but here Aera was, dropping the m-bomb in front her dad, so casually too.

“I—wha—” You sputter out as you froze, your brain short circuiting.

“Aera—” Taehyung begins, but he gets interrupted by Jin calling everyone to eat. Aera smiles at the two of you before barreling into your legs and hugging your legs.

“Yay! Thanks guys!”

Leaving both you and Taehyung stunned at the little girl, who didn’t realize what she had just done to your heart.

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You plopped yourself in bed beside Taehyung, who was already on his side scrolling on his phone lazily.

The party was well over 3 hours ago, but it took both you and Taehyung at least 2 hours to clean up everything, tuck away the balloons, put away the dishes, dusting, sweeping; and now, you were finally done. Taehyung had opted to do the upstairs and going over to Hobi and Rae’s house, an hour after Aera had initially left, to bring her the toothbrush she had left behind. Thankfully Hobi and Rae lived just ten minutes away from your home. It was nice that all the boys were within the same area—you weren’t sure if that was planned, but you were thankful for it, nonetheless. Often times, Aera spent the day with Haru and Jungkook if you and Taehyung had to run errands that would bore her, or she simply didn’t feel like going. Luckily for the two of you, your friends live just a few blocks down for yours, so after the errands, or whatever event was happening, it wasn’t uncommon to shortly find yourselves there after, just gathering together with your families for the evening.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that Aera just called you mom?” Taehyung questions, nonchalantly. You paused before turning to face him.

“I didn’t—” You uttered out, “Are you mad?”

“Huh?” Taehyung peers up from his phone, locking it and placing it by his bedside table, “Jagi,” His voice is soft, arms encircling around your waist, tugging you closer to him, “why would I be mad?” He chuckles, nuzzling into your hair, peppering featherlike kisses against you.

You melted against his touch, pressing yourself to him and relishing in the warmth of him, “I don’t know…” You sighed, “I-I didn’t want to overstep any of the boundaries, I’m not really her mom.” You frowned. You never told anyone, maybe other than Mi-ha, but sometimes you had wished that you had met Taehyung earlier, you had wished that you attended more of Yoon-ji’s birthday parties that way maybe you would’ve met Taehyung sooner, maybe you should’ve went to the cookie place more, would you have met Taehyung there by chance? If all of these scenarios were to happen, would Aera have really been yours then?

“Hey,” Taehyung whispers, his eyes filled with worry, he brushes his fingers across your eyes wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling, “hey, hey…” He soothes gently, stroking your cheeks and angling your face up, “Why are you crying, pretty girl? What’s gotten you so upset?” He waits as you breath in and out, timing your breathing with his, while he just lays with you, the pads of his thumbs soothing your cheeks.

“I’m-“ You hiccupped, “sorry, I don’t know. I just-“ Taehyung waits patiently, humming quietly to relax you, “Sometimes, I wonder if I had attended more of Yoon-ji’s parties where you all were invited, would I have met you sooner? Would we be where we are now, together? Would Aera have really been mine?”

Taehyung’s heart swelled at the sight of you so upset over something as insignificant as you not being the birth mother of his child. To him, Aera is yours as much as she is his, he’s always thought that, even when the two of you had just begun dating—maybe even earlier, but regardless; in his eyes, you are Aera’s mother—always has, always will be. He can feel his heart breaking as he watches another tear slip from your eyes, brushing it away again before giving you a smile.

“Is this what you think of?” He asks gently, to which you shyly nod, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. Taehyung chuckles before pressing his forehead to yours and capturing your lips in his with a sweet kiss.

“Y/n,” He pulls away staring at you, “jagi, you’re so damn cute.” He chortles out, peppering your unamused face with plenty of kisses.

“I’m glad my biggest insecurity is entertaining to you,” You scoffed, angrily wiping your eyes to rid yourself of your stupid tears.

“Hey, no,” Taehyung sighs, “I’m not laughing because of that…” You stare at him with narrowed eyes as you waited for him to continue, “I’m laughing because Aera is yours, baby.”

Taehyung carefully watches your eyebrows furrow in confusion before sighing, “We’ve been together for about three years, Y/n. And for a long time, I’ve already considered you as Aera’s mother. You’ve been what the two of us needed—someone who loves the both of us, not just me, but Aera too. You give us the world and we are both so, so grateful for everything you do for us.” You feel your eyes welling up with more tears, watching Taehyung’s eyes water too, “You may not have given her half of your chromosomes, or share the same DNA as her,” You both giggle at his attempts to lighten up the mood with some scientific humor, “or the one to have pushed her out of your vagina—”

“Okay, it was cute until you said that.” You mumbled, shoving him gently away from you, only for him to coil back briefly and tugging you towards him again.

“As I was saying,” He teased, “You may not biologically be her mother, but what’s important is that in my eyes—and hers—is that she sees you as a mother, and you know she does… You heard her today, and that is enough. You’re enough, for me, for her, for us.”

With that Taehyung kisses you tenderly, so full of love, want, need. And you projected it back. You love Taehyung, that you were certain of, you love him, you love Aera, you love the family you have been apart of for three years. Your heart is full, so full of happiness, love, and everything that words can’t describe; you were simply content with life. Life with him, life with them, life in general. And absolutely nothing can ruin this.

“Baby,” Taehyung pulls away, his eyes filled with love, “Let me love you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispers against your lips. His head bowing into the crook of your neck, his nose dragging down your neck to press his lips against the spot he knows so well. Letting out a whimper, you nodded, pulling him in closer.

And that was all he needed to hear.

His mouth travels down, teasing your breasts that were hidden under your satin tank top that Taehyung had gifted you for your birthday last year. It was a pretty pink set with matching satin shorts that you had been eyeing for quite some time, but never had the heart to splurge for it—but little did you know Taehyung had already bought the little piece before you had hinted at it.

Your mind was disrupted when Taehyung began tugging at your straps, slipping it off your body swiftly, before latching his mouth around your bud, causing you to arch your back into him. The swirl of his tongue against your hardened nipple makes you moan out for him—and he loves it.

“So pretty for me, baby.” He groans, the sound of your moans effecting him greatly, his cock stirring in his pajama pants. He continued his assault on your sensitive bud, switching to give the other side the same amount of attention, before trailing his tongue down your sternum. Trailing wet kisses towards your navel, gently pressing a harder kiss on your most sensitive area. Hurriedly, Taehyung slips your shorts off and flings it across the room and leans back to admire you.

There you laid, completely and utterly bare in front of him. He’s seen you countless of times, but this time it was different. Sure, the two of you were very active, majority of the time it would be hurried, quiet in hopes to not disturb Aera who was residing just down the hall; he’d take you hard and fast, just the way you both liked it. But tonight, Taehyung wanted to take his time with you, pour all his love unto you, shower you in the love you deserved.

“Tae…” You whined, grabbing his hands, and gesturing him to come closer, to hug you, to feel you. And how could he say no with your sultry eyes and your hair sprawled perfectly across his pillows like a goddess.

He dips down to kiss your lips again, gently tugging on your lower lip, earning a whimper from you as he goes down to face your heat. He can see your folds glistening with the little light seeping in from the windows. Peering up he can see your eyes closed, your chest rising and falling incredibly quick, and your lips tucked between your teeth—and what a sight that was for him. He couldn’t help but lick a hot stripe up your folds, finding your pretty pearl that awaited attention—attention that he was happily about to give. Sucking your clit gently, rolling it between his lips, you let out a breathy moan, wrapping your hands in his hair. Tugging gently at the golden strands and rolling your hips up to grind against the sinful acts of his lips. His tongue finding its way back to your seeping hole, prodding your entrance with his wet muscle before he pulls away to kiss your clit.

“Why-why did you stop?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes find his—and you were sure that he looked exactly like you, absolutely drunk off the feeling of being with each other, stunningly fucked out. He hadn’t done much to you at all, barely ate you out and you were at his mercy.

“Wanna try something,” He pulls you up and falls on his back to stare up at you. He had seated you directly on his hardened member, exciting you more. He stares up at you with a lazy smirk, “c’mere, sit on my face, pretty girl.”

You felt heat rush to your face and towards your lower region as you shuffle closer to his waiting lips. Three years together, and you rarely sat on his face. You couldn’t remember the last time you had—if you even did. Like the impatient man he was, Taehyung tugged you directly onto his mouth, his battered breathing against you almost made you sit entirely on his face right then and there, however Taehyung began speaking before you could.

“This’kay?” He whispers, eyes trained on yours. You nodded slightly before you lowered your hips to his waiting lips. You felt the warmth of his tongue back inside you, his hands gripping your ass, encouraging you to rock your hips against him, to use him for your pleasure. He sloppily licks up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, before turning his head to pepper kisses between your thighs, taking your folds in between his lips and sucking, biting—your head was spinning. You felt his fingers snake its way to your front, feeling him slick his finger up with your essence, before latching his mouth onto your clit again, sucking on it while he pushes a finger inside you.

“Fuck.” He groans as your hole tightens around his digit, sucking him in as he pumps in and out of you, “So pretty for me.”

His mouth, along with his fingers were absolutely sinful, he himself was a sin. Your mind was completely empty, nothing but the pleasure Taehyung was giving you occupied it as you chased your high, grinding down against the handsome man underneath you.

“Fu-fuck,” You gasped, rocking faster against his working tongue, clenching around his finger, you bit your lip when you felt another digit pressing against your opening. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head the minute Taehyung sunk his second finger deep inside you, a whine bubbling in your throat, feeling him fill you up so prettily with his long fingers.

“That’s it, jagi.” Taehyung grunts, unlatching himself from your sensitive pearl, “Close?” Nodding your head furiously, rocking your hips harder against him, his mouth finding your clit again and sucking harsher than before. The knot in your stomach tightens, moaning out for him to go harder, only for him to comply, growling into your sopping cunt as he pushes his fingers faster—wanting you to come undone on his face.

It didn’t take long for you to finish, with Taehyung’s free hand, he groped your ass tightly, shoving you closer into his mouth, moving his tongue side to side to stimulate your clit further, and that was enough to push you over the edge. Falling forward, you grip his hair in between your hands, pushing yourself down onto him harder, practically suffocating the poor man, yelping out in pure ecstasy as you came on his tongue. Chanting his name like a prayer, your hips stuttering as you feel yourself coming down. Taehyung rubs soothing circles on your thighs, gently pulling his soaking fingers out of you, whimpering as he does so, but only for you to sigh gratefully that his tongue was back inside you, cleaning you up. It wasn’t hurried, or quick; Taehyung’s tongue was gentle and soft, licking and pressing kisses wherever his tongue touched. Your hands loosely combs out the knots in his hair, brushing it away from his face as you admired him.

With a final kiss to your clit, which sends your body jolting forward, Taehyung scoots up from under you, gently pushing you to lay down next to him.

“I love you.” He whispers, bring your lips onto his. You could taste yourself faintly on his lips, but that never bothered either of you. Your tongues intertwined with one another like a tango, as he pulls you closer.

“I love you.” You agree, pressing another kiss to his lips, a ghost of a smile graces your fucked out faces. You slide down the bed untying the strings of his pants, kissing down his body, similarly to the way he did with you.

“Y/n—”

“Please,” You glanced up at him with your lower lip jutted out, “wanna make you feel good too, Tae.” You can see the lust resurfacing in his hazy eyes, he grunts as you pull him out of his confinements, holding his cock delicately in your hands.

“May I?”

How can he say no when you’re looking at him like that? The innocent face of his girlfriend staring at him with his cock in her hands—you almost looked innocent—almost, but Taehyung knew better. You were a minx, a dangerous woman, the definition of lust. And he was so unbelievably lucky to be able to call you his.

You didn’t wait for his response, lowering your head to press a little kiss on his swollen tip. Everything about Taehyung was beautiful, absolutely everything. It’s no surprise that the man sculpted by angels, was also gifted under the belt. He’s long, and not extremely thick, but enough to give you a pleasurable stretch to accommodate his size, and the best part was that he knew exactly how to use it. Stroking his member gently, poking your tongue out to lick a bit of his sweetness, you hear Taehyung sharply suck in air through clenched teeth. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, his very own was trained on you, lips caught between his teeth, watching your every move. Smirking to yourself, you drag your tongue down his lengthy shaft and back up to capture the thick head between your full lips, sucking him into your mouth.

“Oh fuck-“ Taehyung hissed, winding his fingers in your hair, “Your mouth is—god—so heavenly.” Teasing the tip more, you circled your tongue around it taking it back into your mouth, and slowly going down on him, pressing your nose against his pubic bone.

“Holy shit!” You pulled back to breath, peering up at Taehyung with his mouth hanging open in awe, “H-how did—”

“Secret.” You winked at him and you took him into your mouth once again, allowing him to push deeply into your throat (you can thank tiktok for the tips on how to get rid of your gag reflex). The blissful face Taehyung makes, pushes you to start bobbing your head up and down his cock, his grunts, and moans, along with the lewd noises of his cock hitting the back of your throat fills the bedroom.

“Oh-baby—fuck—just like that. Yes.”

You continued pleasuring him, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him a little harder, earning a grumbled moan from him, tugging your hair harder down onto his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet your lips.

“B-baby—” Taehyung mewled, “o-off please, don’t wanna—don’t wanna cum yet.” He unwillingly released his hands from your hair, allowing you to pull off with a pop, pressing a gentle kiss on the angry tip. He dragged your body up his, immediately locking your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue in gently to deepen it.

Three years.

Three years of being together and you still got butterflies. The kisses always held a spark, the cuddles always made your heart flutter, the little moments with Aera still made you feel complete. They made you feel complete. You knew from the start you wanted life with them, with both Aera and Taehyung—and even now, with you naked on top of him, while he too, was lacking any sort of clothing (you weren’t even sure when he had time to strip himself), you still want a future with him.

You could feel Taehyung pressing himself against your center, teasing your hole, the anticipation killing you.

“You gonna push in or..?” Taehyung snorted, pecking your lips quickly and pulling away.

“You’re so not romantic, my love.” His hand reaches down to grip the base of his hardened length, guiding it towards your sopping entrance. You bit your lip the minute he pushed in, and the both of you let out a moan of relief. Finally getting what you both wanted.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

You rolled your hips on top of him, his palms on your ass, moving along with him, grinding pleasantly against each other. His hands harshly squeeze your flesh, earning a low growl from him the faster you rocked your hips.

“S-so tight still, what the fuck?”

Your eyes rolled back, biting your lip, “Would you rather me be loose?”

“Babeeee.” Taehyung whines, “I-fucking hell- I mean this in the nicest way possible,” His thrusts pick up, pushing your back against the bed, eyes glowering with lust, “Please shut the fuck up, and enjoy this dick.”

You clenched around him, sucking his cock in deeper, mewling at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you.

“Fuck,” He growls, dipping his head down to graze his teeth along your neck, “Fuck—I love you. I love you; I love you; I love you.”

“Need-need to cum, please Tae.” You groan against his ear, his hips thrusting harder into you, his breathing ragged.

“Me too, oh fuck.”

With a final thrust, Taehyung’s hips stills as you yelp from how deep he pushed in, feeling your walls being painted white, your body arches up to have him deeper than he already was. Taehyung curses at the sight; your bodies connected, pussy clenched tightly around his thick girth, your body arched up towards him, and your fists clenching beside your head. He peers down to admire the way your pussy clenched around him, your arousals mixing together, as some seeps out of your hole.

Pausing for a moment, Taehyung pulls himself out gently, rolling beside you; you shiver at the loss of being full, but you snuggle under his arm, gathering the warmth you could from your own personal furnace.

“I love you.” You whispered against his bare chest, his fingers drawing up and down your arms, like he always does after your bedroom festivities.

“I love you more than you know, princess.”

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New Years

“Nari, no!”

You looked behind you to see Yoongi’s hands in his hair, frantically running towards his daughter, who was climbing all over the gasless fireplace and from the looks of it, she looked like she was going to jump for the fun of it.

“Your kid is crazy.” You giggle at Seung, who just shrugged.

“She got it from her mama.” Seung winked at you, before running towards Yoongi, his face contorted into a scowl as he lectures his daughter.

It was now New Year’s Eve, about 20 minutes until the new year, and your entire friend group had decided that it would be fun to rent out a huge cabin to enjoy the day. And when you say huge… You mean huge.

The place had 7 quadrants, along with this living space in the middle of it all. Each family had their own quadrant, which was basically like a house within itself—minus the fact they it doesn’t have a kitchen, since there was a large kitchen attached to the living space that you were all currently in.

Not much had happen between Aera’s birthday, Christmas, and Tae’s birthday; however, you all celebrated together, but then again, that was nothing new at all.

“Mum?”

You immediately turned away from the Min’s to stare at Aera who was bouncing towards you with a smile and a juice pouch in one hand.

“What’s up, flower?” You crouched down to her height with a grin.

“Where’s dad?”

This caught you off guard. Last you saw Taehyung, he was with Jimin and Soomi, tossing the little girl like a football in the living room. Now that you really thought about it… That was at least half an hour ago.

Peering around the room, you noticed that the Min’s were cuddled on the couch watching the New Year’s celebrations on the television; Mi-ha was at the kitchen table with Namjoon and Yoon-ji playing chess, while Hobi hovered over the three, making small talk and giggling; the Park’s were playing a matching game on the floor with Soomi; Rae and Haru were seated on the floor with Mujin and Youngji who were conversating by themselves, while their mother’s had a conversation of their own; Jin’s family was on the opposite couch of the Min’s, Yuna and Ji-hoon’s head bobbing as their two parent’s continued to watch the celebration.

But no, Taehyung.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion… Where did he go?

“Anyone seen Tae?” You asked, earning a chorus of “no’s” and “dunno”.

“Bummer.” Aera grunts, crossing her arms, “You should really find him! It’s almost count down, plus—” Aera flails her arms, “You and dad haven’t missed a New Year’s kiss in three years!”

“Yeah, that’s like, so weird, that he’s not here…” Jimin hides his knowing smirk, confusing you even more.

“Hm… Maybe you should check outside? Maybe the balcony, you know how Tae adores that balcony.” Mi-ha suggests giving you a warm grin.

Your eyes narrowed, “Why do I have this uneasy feeling that you all are up to something?”

“Us?” Yoongi scoffs, putting a hand to his heart, “How dare you accuse us of such nonsense. As a fi—ow!”

“As a fine woman such as yourself,” Seung scolds Yoongi, who was rubbing his arm from his wife’s assault, “aren’t you a little worried that, oh, I don’t know, lost your long-term boyfriend?”

“In a house?” You deadpan.

“Y/n, it’s a big house… You know how hyung can get—aish—overwhelmed” Jungkook states breathlessly running into the living space from God knows where.

“Wait a minute… Where have you been?” You pressed, watching Jungkook’s doe eyes grow wider.

“Uh—I was—running, you know, outside!”

“Okay,” You shake your head, “What is going on here? Why are you all acting as if you know what’s happening and I’m the only one that’s out of the loop? Where’s Taehyung?”

“Ouuuu,” Aera mocks, “Mom’s in mom modeeee.”

Before you could utter out another word, Mi-ha rushes to you and pushes you towards your quadrant of the house, opening the connecting door to your hallway, and shoving you in, and blocking the door.

“Hey what the heck!!” You screeched, fists banging on the door. To your annoyance, you could hear the rest of your friends laughing and giggling as they worked together to keep you blocked in.

“Just go to your room! You won’t regret it!” You hear Jimin shout through fits of laughter. Grunting out in annoyance you step away from the room and followed the hallway down towards your shared room with Taehyung.

“I swear to fuck if I die.” You mumbled under your breath. Suddenly feeling at ease when you see rose petals leading towards your bedroom, along with tealight candles decorating the hardwood floor. Your heart was pounding, all of a sudden nervous.

What’s going on?

You reached your bedroom to see the door slightly ajar, so you pushed on it.

There, standing in the middle of your bedroom, was your handsome boyfriend; dressed in all white with his boxy smile on his face the minute you entered.

“Tae?”

“You found me!” He chuckles coming forward, “I thought you really didn’t care that you hadn’t seen me all night.”

You scoffed, “Don’t be dramatic… It was like half an hour.”

“Half an hour too long, jagi.” He smiled taking your hands in his and wrapping it around his neck, “What time is it?”

“Uhm,” You peered around him to stare at the clock on the wall, “11:58.”

“Aiiish—gotta do this quick then huh?” Before you could ask him what he was talking about, Taehyung sighs.

“Tae—what’s going on?”

“You know I love you, right?” That was never a good sign—you know that line from every romance movie ever… He was about to break things off…

“Wh-what? I-yeah of course I know…” You whisper, tears suddenly forming in your eyes, “Tae are—are you breaking up with me..?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, his eyes filled with panic, “Wh—what? No, baby, no, no!” You sucked in a huge breath of air.

“OH, thank fuck!”

“Quite the opposite, actually.” Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, pulling out a velvet box that made your eyes widened.

“Are-are you?”

“I love you, Y/n. I have never loved anyone so much—never met anyone who fit perfectly in Aera’s life But, there’s something about you, from the moment we first met, I knew there was something special about you. We’ve been through a lot, most of it my fault for being so confusing—but we’re here now. And—” Taehyung looks at you, watery eyes staring at your own, “you remember when we first got together? I said I wanted to do life with you?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling your throat close up at what you know is coming. Your heart is so full, that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to respond at all.

“Well…” Taehyung gets down on one knee, staring up at you, “Now, I wanna do forever with you…” He opens the box to the prettiest ring you had ever seen; simple, yet elegant. So, you.

“Y/n, will you do forever with me as my life partner, as my soulmate, as Mrs. Kim? Will you marry me?”

Choking back a sob you bend down to connect your lips to his. Enclosing his soft lips around yours, molding together as one. Taehyung places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss and wiping away the tears that you didn’t realize had fallen. The love that was put into that kiss along… You could get used to this for the rest of your life. Pulling away from Taehyung, you both giggled, planting soft pecks against each others lips again, before Taehyung smirks at you.

“Is that a yes?” Hitting his arm, you nodded.

“Of course, Tae…” Pecking your lips one more time, Taehyung takes the ring and slips in onto your ring finger, pulling you in for another kiss.

“What time is it now, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth.

“Hmm?” You hummed, still feeling like you were on cloud nine, you look behind your fiancé’s head.

“00:05.” As the words left your mouth, Taehyung captures your lips once more; fireworks could be heard outside your bedroom, along with the hollers and screeches coming from your friends, but right at this moment—it seemed like the world had faded away; it felt as if the only people on the world right now was you and Taehyung.

"Aiiish, I'm five minutes late for our New Year's kiss..." Taehyung pouts cutely, sucking his bottom lip in, you giggled brushing his hair out of his face, pecking his lips one more time.

"Nah, it's okay bub," You smiled up at him, "Hm... Although, I'm a little peeved that you got everyone in on your proposal and none of them told me... Buncha fakes."

Taehyung laughs loudly, pulling you closer into a hug, "Princess... I had been hinting at proposing for a while."

"Huh?"

"Did you think I was asking your ring sizes for shits and giggles?"

"Well..."

Taehyung snorted, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You're so damn lucky you're cute."

Taehyung fiddles with his ring on your finger as the two of you leave your bedroom to share the happy news with your friends, to which they all cheered loudly and hugged the both of you, along with Aera planting a soft kiss on each of your cheeks.

After all the two of you had been through, along with the amazing friendships you had made—not to forget the amazing daughter than you helped raise—you were finally getting your happy ending, and you couldn’t wait what the future has in store for you three.

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a/n: and that's a wrap for "colours"!!! I'm so happy you all have enjoyed this mini ride, and I'm so thankful for all the love and support I have gotten on this story.

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special shout out to @xpeachesncream for being my support system throughout my writing journey ((: love ya long time, Nikki<3

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I hope that you enjoyed this epilogue for our "colours" couple, like I said, it's not the end of them, so please look forward to future drabbles and whatnot (:.

thank you so so much, i love you.

- ella

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

part i, autonomy in your coherence | c.g

With something like time that runs round with the world — ignoring it’s inhabitants and stealing things that you’d hidden away for safekeeping — you’ve taken up the hobby of art, furiously sketching faces that are six-feet under.

The skill is beautiful and horrific all the same, watching like a person with amnesia as the portraits begin to lose their depth, the freshness, the personality that came free with who you’d chosen to print on the page.

You’ve forgotten your feelings for Carl, because he didn’t feel the same.

You just wished you did a better job at it.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, suicide ideation

this is a continuation of watch you burn away and i recommend you read that, first! this is also part of a series, so here is the masterlist if you need it!

(cross-posted on ao3!)

Your father once told you he had a patient that died from heartbreak.

“Your heart can’t really break, though, right?” You’d said. A doctor for a father and a laboratory technician for a mother made you more than aware of things, seeing through the myths and pretty white lies of figures like Santa and the tooth fairy.

(They had gone through with it anyway, because although their child knew, it was a gateway to normality in such a busy home.)

Your father scratched his chin, unsure how to respond. “My patient had died from a broken heart, though the process wasn’t as simple as it’s term name. A broken heart — the nonliteral meaning — can be the cause and the domino toppling to many things that could lead to death.”

“Like what?” You’d said with little admission into the conversation, having been flicking through a novel you’d picked up a while back (which featured a one eyed pirate and his partner who’d ended up dying in the end — not that you knew, yet, at least.)

“I don’t know, er,” Your father swirled his coffee lightly, gesturing wildly with his free hand, “Mental health issues, for one. Erratic actions, depression, a lost sense of self. Obsession.”

“Huh,” You muttered, looking up at your father for the first time. “A lost sense of self? Really?”

“What is your father teaching you?” Your mother said, stepping into the kitchen with a questioning expression. The conversation ended there, without so much as a thought after.

You wish you pried your father for further answers. What you’d give to get the workaholic of a man to dump his duo psychology medical major thoughts unto you with little care.

The knowledge would be gold in your time of need, when pulling and pushing distance further between you was like venturing through a field of thorns.

(Perhaps you just missed your parents. But that couldn’t be it, right? They’d died and you had lived, their blood on your hands and the gun in your fingers, their glazed over eyes and your own that nearly matched, cold and willing without a drop of emotion.)

But you’d gotten through it for him— without him. Without anyone, quietly harboring scratches and bleeding from the field with little effort.

If someone asked, you would tell them with full and honest confidence that you harboured no more attachments. You were a naive teenager, running through your feet and over yourself for something that was just a crush.

Crushes are — in their whole singularity and purpose —  temporary.

They are brief, and momentarily something that causes ripples and waves in your thoughts, just the slightest mention or faint sight makes you detour down a road of sickly sweet dreams and fantasies.

He was first love (like? You didn’t love him, no, it was a crush and it was something for the unattainable and the inappropriate — in which with full truth, he was.) so you poured the honey glazed remembrances and rose coloured lenses over your memories, because he was a first love, and you know that those were cracks in the heart, growing vines and constricting the part that was him — the part that’d always, always be there, without a doubt.

(However much you didn’t want it to be.)

The leaves and the venomous flowers that sprout in decaying grooves come with age, and you are older now.

You bear fresh scars that litter your entire being and wear newly buried bones of people who were once not just that, the dirt still sitting in the crevices of your nails, and you seem to forget their voices with each passing day.

With something like time that runs round with the world — ignoring it’s inhabitants and stealing things that you’d hidden away for safekeeping — you’ve taken up the hobby of art, furiously sketching faces that are six-feet under.

The skill is beautiful and horrific all the same, watching like a person with amnesia as the portraits begin to lose their depth, the freshness, the personality that came free with who you’d chosen to print on the page.

More and more, the faces look like reference art rather than a taken from life picture, which was all telling them to sit still and watching their eyes crinkle at the edges when you show them the result, voices echoing and asking if they could have it.

Everyday, as it has become a peevish habit like biting your nails or obsessively reminding yourself your stove is off, you draw pictures of everyone.

If you are close enough with them, you ask the subject to sit and model for you, analyzing every breath and laugh they take when you crack a joke or engage them in meaningless conversation just to see how the light hits their brows when they raise, the shadows pooling in their aging lines.

Everyday, you wish and hope and even fucking pray that their portraits continue to be something of anxious routine, rather than trying to dump their image out of your head and onto paper so you can see their faces one more time.

His image seems to change with each moment he sits in for you, once a face with two piercing blues, then a patch and eyes that looked at the dusty wooden floor, and later, someone who looks at you straight, something that told you he was a survivor, who bore his battles proudly, the scar on the right of his face sitting ruggedly and bewitchingly.

You draw him, exactly the way you see him, and when you show him the picture, he laughs, and says “You made me look too pretty,” and you shake your head, “It’s exactly the way I see you.”

You do her, too, upon request. When she sits, you draw her almost like it was professional, drawing the curvature of her face with exact precision, intense shading, marking the features she holds. The dip in her nose, the straight of her hair.

(You often forget who you’re drawing in these moments, and when you step away from the canvas you’re hit with whiplash. It’s subconscious, the way you do these things to please him, wanting to see so clearly how his face spreads delicately with delight.)

It takes a little while for you to convince Ron. When you first propose the drawing, he gives you a confused face, before walking off to do shooting practice. He’s gotten better with the gun over the years, and doesn’t respond when you tell him you know why.

(His mother didn’t come out of it alive, and his brother didn’t come back without harm. The younger boy was alive, but would grow up with only his brother by his side and one less limb to account for.)

The second time, he makes a snide comment, albeit with no bite, about how ‘you must be a horrible artist, to ask me of all people to model for you.’

The third time, you’ve dragged him to the small office you makeshifted for the drawings in the garage. He studies every slit of paper you’ve ripped out of your book, the unfinished sketches or yet-to-be painted canvases piling up against the walls. Complete works sit proudly on your wall, displayed for the world to see.

His hands hover over the paints sitting on your desk, charcoal, dirt, sticks, paintbrushes, handmade dyes, wallpaper cut-outs.

“Why?” Ron says curiously.

“‘Why?’ what?” You echo, fiddling with a fork you grabbed from the kitchen, splaying out a thick lather combination of beet dye and cement onto your finger to check the consistency.

“Why do you draw these portraits? I get the others because,” He says, leaving the words “because they’re dead” hanging in the air between you two in mutual and regretful acknowledgement, “But you draw these everyday. You drag Carl and Enid off, or just sit on the benches and draw Maggie and Glenn knee-deep in the dirt.”

You sigh a dreadful breath, wiping the rest of the beet-cement mix onto the page with the pad of your fore-finger. “We’ll forget them one day.”

He looks at you, unblinking. The dead, the gone, and the soon to be long forgotten only existed in your memories, in your words, and when the time came that the world had moved on and stopped, they would cease. Their whole memory relied on the living, nothing about them able to reach and grasp life on their own. Memory was all that was left, and it was all you could do to wash away regret.

“And the rest?”

You bite your tongue hesitantly, your movements rigid, “You see their portraits. Everyday they get less and less coherent. When — when time comes , these drawings will be the only thing getting me by.” You whispered.

The ball had dropped. Coping and grief in it’s big and ugly form, preying on your conscious hungrily, taking shelter in your largest worries. Claws sunken in your flesh, the monster was a thing that felt like it would never go away, because it would loom right alongside death itself, watching and waiting for the moment they’d deemed someones time to have been enough.

(It would never be enough. Enough meant they’d pop in from next door and ask to borrow something, enough meant they’d swipe dirt across your face to make you angry — enough meant they would come in everyday and sit for their portrait once more.)

A creaking on the floorboard caught your attention, eyes watching as Ron’s feet walk to the corner of the room, before hopping onto the wooden seat with little effort.

“I’m not going. I never will. But — do it anyway. I’d… like to see how I look on paper.” He said cheekily, picking up a thin pencil off your desk and handing it out to you.

So you did. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes snowballed into hours in the dim lighting of the garage, asking the blond to turn his body, stretch his head and make different expressions, fulfilling and destroying the little worm of worry sitting in your head.

When you’re done with the charcoal, turning it around for Ron to see and to inspect, he asks, “What about you?”

“And what about me?” You say. His questions never make sense without further discussion, but the boy always has to wait for you to pry and ask him to elaborate.

“You don’t have any drawings of yourself. You’re the artist, the photographer, the one who makes these things that will stay longer than the memories and the words — so what about you?”

It’s rare that Ron delves into his emotions and the things he really means, but when he does, it’s something that stays, for a long while.

“I,” You didn’t have an answer for it. You weren’t one to do a self-portrait, it not being the same as having someone to sit and take from. “I don’t want to.” You finished simply, an ice cold realization coming to reality in you.

“Why?” He says the same words as before, but the words hold a heavy weight.

“I don’t know.”

You knew.

Maybe one day, you’d wished that you’d wash away like seafoam on the beach. You wouldn’t leave a single portrait behind of you, and the memories and the words were left mum behind his lips, because you knew how he got in a loss.

Quiet and unfeeling, it was so selfish of you that you’d counted on how he got in that state to leave you behind, neglecting you like the fruits of your memories you’d never get to bear.

Ron’s gaze bore into you like he knew exactly what you were thinking, telepathically taking in every thought you’d conveyed at your dispense.

“You should.” Is all he says, before stepping off the wooden stool and out the door.

What was wrong with you? You feel so… entirely foolish. Obsolete. Embarrassing.

You walked past the remnants of those who were gone everyday, obsessively creating canvas over canvas of them and the only thing you could think was that you’d wish to position yourself beside them?

This world was catching up to you, and fast, but you’d just have to run faster than it could.

[duskkodesh]

The Absolute Best Morbius Comic Art

So since I did that post on my least favorite artists that have drawn Morb I have to do the opposite and show my absolute favorites. This sadly will only include comic art which means three of my favorite artists will be excluded as they’d only done covers but I doubt you all want to hear me gush over Kyle Hotz, Ryan Brown, and Ivan Shavrin, for hours with like one or two jpegs to show you. Also not included are my mutuals because Oh My LORD is some of the fanart on Tumblr fantastic! Nope, have to stick to official comic art only. Maybe later I’ll do a post of my favorite standalone pieces of comic art but I would feel weird reposting fanart (even with links and credits of course) Also this was SO hard to put into an order. I wracked myself over the numbering. I’m still leaning towards going back and changing it I love these artists so much!

10: Larry Lieber. I absolutely fell in love with the way he’s drawn in the newspaper strips and while the artist for the Sunday strips is also amazing it was Larry Lieber’s art that really got me. It looks vintage but is pretty damn new (2011), has great lines, perfect face, emotion I just *Chef’s kiss*

9: Max Douglas. Remember that I said one of my fave Morb short stories in both art and content was in Morbius #25? It’s this story: Drainage System of which Max Douglas did the art. It’s gritty but clear, the backgrounds are full of details. The art carries the exact mood of the story and I have been rereading it fondly since 1994. The main story of this issue is.... ehhhhhhh but it is worth picking up just for Drainage System. 

8: Marcelo Ferreira. Artist for most of the 2019 series and an absolute talent! His work is gritty and makes Morb ugly in the best most apropos way. Love his heavy use of thick block shadows to define form, and he’s a genius when it comes to fabric folds and hair. This is one of two artists on this list I own a piece from (A page of the 2019 series issue 5) and I wish I could have gotten more.

7: Ron Wagner. Needless to say his art absolutely made the 1990′s series (up until he split due to conflict with the writer) and it was one of the big reasons I initially picked up the comic. If Marvel had picked another artist i don’t know if nine-year old me would have put that book in my arms and marched to the register. I do own a piece from him too. A page of the 90′s series, Human Morb getting mugged because that page was one of my favorites. Hoping to see him at a con one day so I can bring it to him.

6: Tom Reilly: Artist of the 2021 issue Bond of Blood. Retro style again, very much inspired by Gil Kane’s original work and I love it. This is a pure winner of a comic with so much drama in it and they found the perfect artist. Morb is all lean lines here which is my preferred frame for him, large red eyes, stark detail. It’s just a visual treat!

5: Tony Moore. Oh Tony Moore of the Punisher Frankencastle arc how I love your art, let me count the ways! 1. Amazing details in every inch, 2. Crazy crammed backgrounds, 3. Perfect facial expressions, 4. Style that harkens back to old school horror, 5. fluid motion, amazing lighting details, 6. The hatching! The shading! I have to stop or I could gush forever.

4: Guiseppe Camuncoli of the ASM No Turning Back arc. This man. This man right here! Everyone he draws. EVERYONE is a visual feast. He cuts back on the shading I normally crave but makes up for it in starkly contrasted linework with full detail. The way he draws Morb’s eyes is so unique but it works! The facial lines, the fabric folds, and the facial expressions are so perfect! 

3: Gil Kane. I know, making him #3 when he invented the aesthetics of the character is me being harsh. It’s just that there are two artists I love so very much in style just for my tastes. Still Gil Kane is arguably the basis for all good Morb art and his splash pages are so amazing that I own three wearing copies of that T-shirt with one on it. I wear them to work. I have no shame in my love for Morbius or for Gil Kane.

2: Kev Walker, the artist for Marvel Zombies 4. This was a hard decision but I love his style on Morbius so much. The glowing eyes, the formation of his cheekbones. His claws, teeth, expressions they are just perfect to me. He’s a bit buff in this series but I chalked that up to ARMOR actually feeding him regularly instead of him skipping meals. This entire four part story is great, and it’s worth it on art alone even if zombies aren’t your jam.

1: Without a doubt in my mind ‘Slammin’ Sonny Trinidad. A Filipino artist who worked for Marvel in the 70′s he often inked others work but he penciled my favorite comic of all time and in my opinion he did it better than anyone could have hoped to. This is my favorite Morbius, with Kane’s eye style but soft pencil detail, hatched shading, and so much emotion in every single panel you see him in. This beats out every dead stare sarcastic tone rendition of Morbius I have ever seen. Celso ‘Sonny’ Trinidad passed in 2009 and will forever be missed. 

[theanoninyourinbox]

Hypokits/Art Requests Rules

Questions About My Art are Always Open!!! I love infodumping about my art! AU/Lore asks are Always Open! Ask me AU stuff/share your AUs and I’ll write/rate them! Infodump all your ideas! I’m prepared!

Hypokits/Hypofoals and Art Requests are currently Open! I’m on a Steven Universe/Gemsona Hyperfixation week, but send your other requests in as well - they’ll be seen eventually!

I Only Do SFW art - please no kinks or explicit/super violent/nude requests. If you’re looking for That, I’m not the artist you’re looking for. I may also choose to/can be asked to not share the art on site. If it’s a gift for someone, or you don’t want your Cool Art seen by all, I’m fine with that. You CAN share your art off-site as long as you give me credit, and direct others to my blog! And please send me a link - I’d like to see what other people think!

You can Ask for Hypokits, Dungeons and Dragons original character designs (may take longer), MLP (same ship rules as the cats), Crystal Gems/Gem characters, or Try Your Luck - ask me that and get a Random Art! You can also direct me to Art challenges or Generators you think I might like/want me to do, but no promises there~

1: No Inappropriate Ships - No directly related characters, no weird age gaps; having a character born at a different time or reincarnation/Starclan Nonsense are the ONLY ways I’ll break the second part but the requester must Specify this or I will delete the ask. Example of an approved ask - Squirrel/Loner!Ashfur is okay, BUT Lionheart/Goldenflower or other sibling ships Are Not Okay - you know who you are, please Stop asking! As a note, non-ship art is always welcome as well!

2: One Request A Month Please - a first-time requester May have two requests answered at the same time, otherwise I will hang onto asks UNLESS I get more than 3 from one person in a month - I will delete either the oldest or my least favorite. I MAY make an exception if it’s a Really Good Idea but that’s not Normal Operating Procedure.

3: Things You Can (and Should) Request! I’ll do Specific Breeds, Disabilities (please be specific on details if it’s not a common one), Gender Pronouns/Identities (please, if you give me those, Give Me Pronouns too, because I want to be respectful), Good/Evil Swap, Angst/Fluff Backstories, Opposite Day Cats (please give me at least a starting point of what you think the opposite is on one detail to start), Sparklecats, and Emoji challenges (NEW!)…you can also Try Your Luck and give me Creative Freedom for funzies! If I think of any more they’ll end up here! I’ll also do Naming (send me a cat photo and I’ll give them a series of possible names) and Discuss AUs with you!

4: Random Full Page Art - sometimes I get Good Vibes from a Ship/Art Request and will do a full page of cats. This is completely random - some of you have good ideas and I vibe, sometimes I don’t get the Ship/Idea but still draw it.

5: Anon Requests - I may change small details on basic Anon requests - maybe swap a gender or do a breed. Ex - Tiger/Leopard to Looks like mom!Good!Tiger/Longhaired!Leopard. If a request has Details I will not change things. If you want it to stay basic/exactly like canon designs please say so or I may go a little crazy on it ;)

6: Three Strikes - if a user breaks my rules/makes inappropriate requests, they have three chances - I will require an apology and a week space for the first strike, a month for a second strike, and third strike gets you blocked. I am aware that you can just go through Anon Asks but I will just delete them on sight.

7: Commissions - eventually

Anyway, I had some anons confused about how to ask for Hypokits, so here are my rules! I hope you all can respect my rules, because if you don’t I will be sad and have to ignore or block you, and I Really Don’t Want To Be Mean.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [1]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.4K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

A/N: Hello my loves! And welcome back to another, rather long, series! I had so many inspirations for this piece that I couldn’t wait to share with you all! Be warned, this might be a 20 part series, maybe more maybe less but we’ll see what happens! I hope you fall in love with this story as much as I do!

And shout out to this amazing artist for the art! I am literally BLOWN AWAY by this art! I can’t stop looking at it! It’s so amazingly well drawn. Just... yes, yes, yes! Please support this artist if you ever want art done! Pricey but just look at this art. So worth it! Check out the end of the chapter for the full image without text!

Also!!!! Check out my side blog if you’re curious about what fics I’m reading! You’ll find alot of j u i c y stuff and please support my friends by reading and commenting on their stories as well! Love <3

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Nothing started your morning off better than the princess screaming her head off first thing in the morning. You, along with other servants, rushed to aid the princess in her time of distress. Although, it was never something to worry about with her. It was always something minor, like her hair was styled incorrectly or she didn’t like the color of clothes her servant picked out. Of course, this time, she was making a fuss that her perfume didn’t smell right.

“Your highness, I promise you, it’s the same one,” one of the servants who aided her in the morning pleaded for her life.

“No! You must have switched it out because it smells nothing like mine!” the princess screeched. The princess was so outraged that she started throwing everything and anything that was around her. Clothes, jewelry, candles, mirrors, anything she could get her hands on, she threw it. You and the other girls that just arrived could only watch in horror as her whole room becomes a mess with her belongings, some broken some completely shattered.

You wanted to say something. But you knew you couldn’t. If you stepped out of line or even talked back to any of the royals, you were surely to be punished severely later. Yet, you wanted to say something so bad. It was on the tip of your tongue. Because you knew the reason why it may smell different to the princess. To help your fellow friend in desperate need, you were going to say it. You pray to the gods that what you were about to say was right.

“Princess, if I may,” you started. The princess stopped what she was doing, midair, to give you the coldest stare you have ever received from her. You gulped. Well, too late to back out now. You bowed down your head respectfully while extending your hand to take the perfume. You don’t know why the princess decided to trust you at that moment, but she did. She nodded her head, allowing one of the servants to retrieve the bottle and place it in the palm of your hands.

“I believe it’s because your clothes already have a different perfume on it.” you explain. You pick up a different piece of clothing, one you knew was clean and free from previous scents, and spritzed the perfume onto it. “Here, does this smell like normal?” you offer the piece of clothing to the princess. For a moment, she stares at it, not believing your words. But she forcibly takes it anyway and smells it. The look of realization hit her harder than when she smashed her mirror against the floor. She spares you a second glance before handing off her perfume to someone and faces away.

“I would like to be left alone,” the princess states. After a synchronized bow from all her servants, you left the princess’s quarters and back to your own. When you were far enough, you let out a big sigh of relief. Man, that was scary. You probably shouldn’t be doing that again any time soon. Your friend hooked arms with you, the unexpected force made you loose your balance.

“Your intuition was spot on, once again,” she stated. You could only roll your eyes.

“I was just trying to help the situation,” you explained.

“Yeah, well if only the princess could use her brain once in a while, then she would have figured it out herself,” your friend puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.

“Well maybe her highness wasn’t feeling herself this morning,” you tried to defend her. But really, there was only so much you could defend her on.

“Oh, please, (y/n). You know that’s how she acts all the time. You act more like a princess than the princess herself,” your friend finally let the cat out of the bag. You quickly slapped her hand and checked your surroundings. Phew, no one of importance was in sight.

“Oh hush now. Don’t say things like that,” you scold her, giving her a stern look.

“What? You know all us girls think that. It doesn’t help that you look almost exactly like her. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were the princess instead.”

“Good gracious! Really? How could you say that so loud? What if someone overhears you? Then both you and me could get in trouble,” you warned. You knew your friend couldn’t care less. It was always gossip coming out of these girl’s mouths. That’s how news spreads fast around here. And you didn’t mind the gossip. Actually, you participated in the gossip too. There was a lot of downtime when you weren’t attending to the princess. So what do you do instead? Gossip. But you couldn’t have this type of gossip going around. This was dangerous.

The main girl who caused the princess to get upset, finally left the room. She was visibly traumatized by the whole event. Who wouldn’t be? Dealing with the princess is something else.

You noticed that the girl was bleeding from her finger. She must have gotten it when the princess was throwing glass around the room and it some pieces cut her.

“Come with me,” you gently grabbed her by the arm and led her to a room that was filled with different plants and bottles. The aroma immediately felt welcoming to anyone who stepped in. You went to a part of the room that you knew well and pulled out a bandage.

“This should do the trick,” you say as you finish wrapping her finger up.

“Thank you. How did you…”

“Oh, I learned a few things from the royal doctor. Sort of like an apprentice?” you explained. Being a servant isn’t the only task you knew how to do. On your spare time, you would come to the royal doctor and assist him whenever needed. In return for your volunteer, he taught you everything he knew about medicine. It was still a lot to process, but at least you knew how to do basic first aid.

“Are you even allowed to do that?” the girl asked. You thought for a minute. Was it? It wasn’t stopping you now.

“Well I guess it’s our little secret,” you put your finger to your mouth and gave a small wink.

After properly getting ready, you and the girls rushed to the princess’s side for it was your job to get her ready to be sent of and wedded. And she was not getting wedded off to just any prince. It was the rumored Blood Prince. Ah, yes. You heard much about this Blood Prince. He was the most vicious out of all the princes in the kingdom. Even more so than his eldest brothers. He was rumored to have sharp teeth and eyes that could kill with a single look. He was told to have scars marked all over his body from the battlefield. An ugly being, you imagined. Big, scary, intimidating, ruthless. God, you felt sorry for the princess for marrying such a man. You couldn’t imagine yourself marrying that type of person. Hearing stories about him made your blood run cold and chills down your spine.

You entered the princess’s room where a beautiful, white wedding dress, flowy, magnificent and perfect in all the right ways, was being fitted on the princess. You watched in awe because she looked absolutely fantastical in the dress. What a dream it would to be wear that dress only once in your life. At the same time her dress was being fitted, some servants were doing her hair and putting decorative pins and head pieces on. It was very chaotic in the room, with servants running everywhere, but it was all worth it for the princess to look this way.

You were preparing water for her hands and feet to soak while some of the girls that came with you were deciding which robe that best fits with her wardrobe.

“Your highness looks so lovely,” you commented, gently soaking her hands into warm bowls of water.

“Of course! I have to look my best for a special guest this afternoon,” the princess said in a cheery voice. You tilted your head slightly in confusion. You weren’t aware that the Blood Prince was coming to the palace. You thought the princess was being sent to him instead. You looked up and came into contact with a friend and she was speaking with her eyes.

She doesn’t know. She signaled to you. You frowned.

She doesn’t know?

She does not know.

Your mouth was left slightly ajar. The princess does not know that she is off to be engaged any moment now? This was a dilemma. She thinks a guest is coming. That’s why she’s dressed so much fancier than usual. But when she finds out that she is to be engaged, she’s going to wreck havoc in the palace. Now you really didn’t dare say anything now.

After finding out that very important piece of information, you could see that all the girls in the room knew, besides the princess. The tension in the room was growing increasingly more uncomfortable as time went on. But the princess was so air headed that she couldn’t read the room.

The princess was over the moon with happiness. And it was only because she could wear her fancy and expensive gowns that she can’t wear on the daily. She was skipping down the long corridors, humming a tune to only she knows as you and other servants follow behind her.

“Isn’t this dress beautiful? I feel like I’m in a wedding dress!” the princess exclaimed. You couldn’t help but raise a brow. Well, it’s because the princess is really in a wedding dress. But the princess did look beautiful beyond compare. She almost looked ethereal dancing in front of you like that. As the princess was dancing down the corridor, she passed by one of many large windows that gave a view of the front of the palace. A carriage was waiting to take her away to her fiancé, but she didn’t know that. Or did she?

She stopped in her tracks to take a better look at the carriage outside. A frown laid upon her lips and her eyebrows rightfully furrowed.

“Is that my carriage down there?” she questions. The ladies around you looked at each other, not knowing what to say. But even if they did know what to say, who was going to say it? One of your friends cleared their throat and bowed down to respond to the princess.

“It is, your highness,” she said.

“Whatever for?” a round of gulps could be heard from everyone there.

“For…your trip to your betrothed,” the girl’s voice shook from fear that the princess was going to blow up.

“My betrothed?” the princess repeated.

“Yes, your highness.”

“As in, to marry?”

“Yes, your highness.”

It was quiet. Nothing more came out of the princess’s mouth. And that scared all of you. This was not the normal reaction you were expecting. You expected her highness to rage, cry, scream, yell, destroy everything around her. But no. She was silent, like her tongue was ripped out of her throat.

In one quick movement, the princess turns around and dashes back to her bedroom. And who does she bring along? You! Before you could comprehend anything, the princess had taken you by the hand and now you were running down the corridor with the princess. The other ladies were running after you. When you turned back to look, you even saw a couple of guards running as well. But it was too late for them. The princess got to her room first, slammed the door closed, and barricaded the door with chairs to prevent anyone from coming inside.

“Your highness,” you call, out of breath from the sudden running. The princess didn’t answer you. She started taking off her dress, sending you into complete shock.

“Your highness! What are you doing?” you panicked. She only glared at you while not stopping what she was doing.

“Enough talking. Just take off your clothes,” she ordered you. You bit your lip. You had no idea what was going on but if she demanded it, then you had no choice but to obey. So, you stripped yourself of your filthy clothes and laid them on the floor. While you stood in front of the princess naked, she was getting the remaining of her clothes off. Then, she passed you her dress.

“Quick, put it on,” she said. You hesitated at first. You? Wear something only a princess could wear? But you couldn’t stall any longer. As quickly as you could, you put on the flowy wedding dress while the princess put on your peasant clothes. Banging was coming from the other side of the door, which only made both of you panic even more. If they came in while all this was happening, you would get into so much trouble. As soon as you both got situated in your new outfits, the princess gripped your shoulders so that you were looking her right in the eyes.

“Listen to me closely. You are going to take my place. I’ll be you and you’ll be me until you come back,” she shouted at you in a whisper.

“Your highness?” you began but she shut you up because she wasn’t finished.

“Your mission is to make this prince hate you so much that he calls off this marriage. Then you’ll return and everything will go back to normal,” she continued. It looked like she wanted to say more, but your time together was cut short. The guards had already pushed their way through the door and charging their way towards you. The princess, who was now dressed as you, quickly covered your face with the veil. The veil was thick enough that no one could see your eyes or face.

“Take the princess,” one of the guards ordered. The real princess bowed her head down, faking it until the end. The guards went straight up to you, grabbing you by both of your arms and forcibly escorted you out to the carriage.

And so there you were, on your way to some unknown kingdom, about to marry some man you didn’t even know. All because the princess ordered you to. No matter how much you hated the idea, you couldn’t even voice your opinions to her. You were in no position to do so. Before you left the palace grounds, you looked back, hoping that this was all some sort of sick joke. But the princess was looking down at you from the window, giving you a nod of trust. She trusted you. You had to fulfil her request.

This is how you found yourself in the presence of the most vicious Blood Prince, Bakugou Katsuki.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be put on a tag list! And leave your thoughts below about the first chapter! What did you think so far? How do you think the story is going to go? What did you think about the art? Speaking of art, here is the full image unedited! Are you in love with it just as much as I am?

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Ask Answers: May 15th Part 1

It’s been longer than usual since our last answer session, so I’m answering a ton of questions today! It’s so big I split it into two parts. Thank you for the patience on getting a response to these.

Thanks for reaching out to us with your questions and kind words ^^!

Sorry if this has been asked before or isn't something you can say but is there anyway for Cove to confess in step 4? I wanted him to confess in step 3 and followed all the steps to make him do it but ended up texting my family instead of Cove at the end.

Yeah, Cove can confess in Step 4!

Hello! I heard that Cove is on the spectrum, albeit undiagnosed. As someone who is ND, this makes me UNBELIEVABLY happy. I literally was brought to tears! Thank you for that!

Out of curiosity, will Cove be diagnosed in Step 4? I have a strong feeling y’all won’t make it a HUGE deal/make it out to be negative, so I’m not worried about that whatsoever! I’m just curious just he’ll off handedly mention it? Or will it just not be touched upon at all (which is ok!)?

Either way is ok, I’m just curious!

I’m happy it made you happy! Admittedly, Cove simply being someone with autism that grew up not being diagnosed was something I included for myself. I didn’t really think anyone would notice or ask about it, aha. But players did start to have questions about his traits, so I started to talk about it outside of the game. It’s great to see it get such a positive response and now I do feel like having it be a non-topic may have been the wrong choice and bringing it up would’ve been good in terms of having positive representation for that. I don’t know if I’ll find a way to mention it in Step 4 now, with how far along the game is, but I am at least thinking about it when originally it wasn’t something I really even considered.

Hey!  Just wanted to say thank you for Our Life.  It's been a bright spot and a needed escape in what's otherwise been a crummy year.  I know you just did a Q&A post but I figured I'd ask anyway.  Was just curious about Step 4.  Will it be similar to the other Steps in that it consists of several different moments or will it just be one long sequence?

Step 4 is shorter than the prior Steps because it’s just an epilogue rather than a full arc of a story. It’ll consist of scenes that all happen in a set row one after the other. There won’t be a collection of Moments to choose from. But it’ll still be very sweet and fun.

¡hola!, you see, first I want to say that I love Our Life! (°◡°♡) and I have 2 important questions, would Cove cry watching titanic? and what is the saddest part according to him? (sorry for my english) 

Titanic would make him cry. He’d probably think the parts showing people who aren’t able to make it to the life boats/are choosing to stay and go down with the ship were the saddest.

Hello, I wanted to ask how much you earn with creating games? Like is it possible to make a living? Thank you >< <3 

How much I earn varies a lot month to month based on Steam sales, Patreon backers, and how many projects are in full production at the time. It’s also hard to say how much I make historically, since that also changes dramatically year by year. But I do earn enough to work on these games full time! I really appreciate all the support that allows me to do that.

Hey!! I was wondering for the 18+ Our Life moment, will there be an emphasis on safety/comfort for all involved? I feel like there  would be just going off of what the rest of the game is like, but I wanted to ask 

Yes! Cove is a nervous boy himself and also super cautious about doing anything the MC doesn’t like, so clear consent from both is absolutely needed for anything to happen. It’s a conversational sexy times Moment with stops/starts so the two can talk about how they’re feeling, rather than a heat of the moment just going for it kind of thing.

Hey!! I was wondering how long the wedding dlc would be? Will it be broken up into moments, or just one big event? 

It’s one long series of scenes all in a row rather than a collection of Moments to pick from. It’s the shortest and the least expensive of all the DLCs. It’s not super crucial to get and those who aren’t into big weddings can totally skip it without worry.

HELLO AMAZING DEVS 👋 i am hopelessly in love with the worst guy ever (jeremy king) and because of this i have a really stupid question: does he really hate people who are nice to him? TvT he’s too cute to be mean to istg it’s a miracle JB held the urge to be consistently nice to him bc just look at his FACE he is so cute! thank you for jeremy’s route it’s so lovely (and awful bc he’s scum 11/10) it gave me so much laughs LMAO i hope you guys have a good day!! 

Haha, thank you. He doesn’t hate them but he’s certainly not pleased with them. Jeremy is either uncomfortable with or annoyed by people being sweet on him, depending on how they approach it. He’s far more comfortable with jerkiness. It lets him relax and he can be himself without it being a problem, since he’s also a jerk. He feels a level of guilt being such a little punk to kind people, not enough to be a better person but still.

Has Cove dated or been interested in someone other than MC? 

Nope! He stays single over the course of the game if he’s not with the MC.

Is Step 4 more mature? Or it's gonna be set in similar atmosphere as Step 3? 

Step 4 is a similar atmosphere as Step 3. Though, it’s actually kind of less mature-topic heavy than Step 3 since it’s just a ‘hey, let’s check in on the gang to see what they’re up to’ style epilogue rather than a story arc with serious issues.

will there be new music for now and forever?? or will the old our life music be reused? 

It’s gonna be a brand new soundtrack. We’ll be opening up a job position for that soon.

Hi, is it okay if we use the assets in Our Life (like the sprites) for fanworks or fan content content, like edits? 

Sure! Just as long as you don’t use the assets made by those artists to make money.

Quick clarification on Step 3 choices: I hope I didn't come off rude (because I LOVE the game, really!!), I was just curious because the intro threw me off at times. For example, you could choose how you felt about Elizabeth in Step 2 (Dinner), but during the Step 3 intro, it says that you got closer to Liz and I didn't get a choice in it. 

For the example, it can’t be helped that you’re closer to Liz in Step 3 than you were in Step 2 because she’s inherently closer to the MC regardless of whether you liked her or not in Step 2. Her feelings are out of your control and the game isn’t so dramatic that you can push her affection away and not let her bond with you, haha. But ‘being closer’ can still be relative. For some people maybe that means you’re best buds now and for others it might just mean you’re not fighting all the time any more. If there’s other parts you want to mention, feel free to let us know.

Did the illustrator for Our Life change? 

We have many OL artists! The main artists who set the game’s style haven’t changed, but there’s multiple other artists who help finish assets.

So Miranda's type is confident and outgoing, huh? So...does that mean Terri's her type?? 👀 

Haha, sorry for the late reply on this. As you might’ve seen in our post yesterday- yeah that is her type.

Hey! First, I just want to say I've really enjoyed how detailed OL got with gender identity and sexuality and how respectful the topics were handled! It's been so wonderful to play since the experiences could be close to my own (I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at parts). Second, I was wondering, would future games explore the topic of polyamory? I'd love to see more visual novels allow room for that and I saw you've explored the topic before.

Keep up the amazing work! ♡

Thank you! We do want to include polyamory in at least some of our future projects. Floret Bond, which might be what you’re referring to when mentioning how we’ve explored the topic before, is on hold unfortunately. So right now I’m not sure when something might release or what will be the first game of ours to come out with poly relationships (we might do something else before FB is done). We’ll have see how things ends up coming together.

Hey um. I feel like im not allowed to ask this on the private discord cuz people will yell at me but why is there so much focus on OL2 and not finishing OL1 stuff? I like the new people but i kind of want to finish cove's story and get derek and baxter stuff first. didn't people pay for it? 

I’m sorry, I don’t understand entirely what’s making that situation a concern. There’s a channel in the discord for critique where no one is allowed to comment back. People can voice things they’re worried about without any way for others to push back on it. And the two teams working on the OL games are different. We try to post pretty often about how we’re hiring brand new people to start on Our Life: Now & Forever. The OL1 team is all still working on OL1 like normal. There’s only more updates on the Patreon for OL2 because the expansions to the first game are mostly script-based at this point while OL2 is just starting to get all its art, which means there’s a lot more to show off as previews.

Also, there was a Kickstarter for the first Our Life, if that’s what you mean by people paying for it. But one of the stretch goals was to start Our Life 2 early, before fully completing Our Life 1, so that the new game could be out sooner. It wouldn’t make sense to stop doing OL2 work because that would be going against what backers were promised. Maybe you didn’t get the full story before and hopefully this clears it up!

Hello! I know it's up to every player but.. What is your recommendation for playing order? Did you ever had any timeline  events planned? 

I didn’t make the events with a planned timeline. The events got made simply as I had ideas for them and then I just kind of organized them from left to right on the screen in an order to space out more dramatic ones between more lighthearted ones. Any order the player wants to go with is totally valid!

Hi! It's Step 4 a paid dlc or update? And how long it's planned to be? Ps. Love the game! 

The Step 4 epilogue is free! The Cove Wedding DLC does cost money, though. Those are planned to be shorter than the usual Steps/DLCs.

Will we have options for what sort of job the MC might have by the time step 4 takes place? 

Yeah, you can. It’s not super exact or detailed, but there are options about it.

Is there a pandemic in Our Life world, or is it just in a better timeline with no pestilence? 

Our Life is pandemic-free! That didn’t exist when we began working on the project and it’s not something we’d like to feature in this story now that it has unfortunately come along, aha.

Hi, you said that you can play tic-tac-toe or hangman with Cove in Boating if you're sick/scared but I keep getting tic-tac-toe. Am I doing something wrong?

After being sick/scared you have to continue to be upset/unwell. If you calm down and decide to just chill you’ll end up playing tic-tac-toe.

Hi, GB Patch! Since Lee was initially commissioned to only appear in two Steps does this mean she won't appear in the Wedding DLC? I really like her character so it'll be a little weird to not have our cousin at our wedding, aha.

She is gonna be in Step 4/the wedding DLC after all! We’re still working with her creator to make sure it fits with what they wanted.

Is Sunset Bird based on a real place? Asking for a friend, not trying to move there or anything. 👀

It’s based on small beach towns in So-Cal, but not one specific town you could go see in real life, I’m afraid. It’d be nice if it was real, though.

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[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

The Actor

Long story short, if you haven’t followed @fangirltothefullest by now, I highly recommend that you do so right now immediately. She’s a very talented artist who has made all sorts of gorgeous fanart for a variety of fandoms. Now, those of you who are already following her probably know about the Sanders Sides/ Little Nightmares AU she’s recently created. Little Nightmares is one of my all-time favorite games, and ever since Little Nightmares 2 came out, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how I NEEDED to write for it somehow.

So, this is the start of a short series of snippets that I will be writing alongside Tashi’s drawings. Some may take a bit longer to post than others, but I will make an effort to finish them in time with when the art is posted. Once again, this AU is the product of @fangirltothefullest, not me. I’m just taking inspiration from her ideas. With all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this snippet and the ones to come!

(Psst! You can also find this story and the ones to follow it at https://archiveofourown.org/users/WouldntYou_Like2Know)

(Trigger Warnings: descriptions of body horror, mentions of crying and self-deprecation, mentions of broken glass, mentions of blood. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

Red leaned heavily against the mirror, head hanging. It was difficult to breathe without hiccuping--his little gasps for air sounded desperate and shallow.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

A whimper rose crept from his throat before he caught it. Why was he shaking?

Why are you always so pathetic?

That voice in the back of his head. . .was that his voice? It didn’t sound like his voice--or maybe he didn’t want to think it did. Was he thinking that? Why would he? He knew he had talent--he knew what he could do and he was proud of it!

. . .Wasn’t he?

You’ll never get to go onstage looking like that.

When he finally peered at his reflection, a pair of watery, pink-rimmed eyes stared back. He blinked and scrubbed at his face as though it would make the burning, stinging sensation go away. It didn’t. Because of course it didn’t.

Red wiped his nose on the sleeve of his coat, leaving a wet smear. He gazed at himself again.

His face was flushed, eyes still puffy. Visible streaks glistened against the skin of his cheeks. The normally well-kempt hair on his head was frizzy and tangled.

___

The creature towered over him, veiled by shadows. At first, Thomas was sure he’d been caught. He couldn’t help but freeze in place as the creature slowly stepped closer, his heart more or less threatening to explode in his chest at any given moment. Thomas waited to be snatched up off the floor like a pest, to be crushed or eaten or dismembered, or. . .or. . .

Why wasn’t that thing looking at him? It was coming right towards him, wasn’t it? Why wasn’t it moving any faster? Why wasn’t it reaching out for him?

Never one to look a gift-miracle in the mouth, Thomas raced to one of the moldy cardboard boxes near the edge of the stage, curling into a ball on the side that wasn’t visible. 

And just in the nick of time, too--the huge footsteps came to an abrupt halt, followed by a rumbling murmur from somewhere above him. Thomas squeezed his eyes shut, once again bracing himself for vertigo and a painful death. Neither came, and although the following seconds felt like hours apiece, that rhythmic thudding across the stage eventually started up again.

Thomas re-opened his eyes, and gathered whatever courage he had left to just barely peek around the corner of the box. What he saw next made him give pause, not out of fear, but simple confusion. The creature’s legs were facing his direction. Its torso, however, was pointing towards the ceiling, back arched in a way that suggested the spinal cord inside was broken. Its head was too far away to be seen, and its arms were stretching out behind it to rummage through one of the other boxes.

Thomas may have been fast and strong, but he’d never been very flexible. Of the few times he’d attempted to stretch his back, he remembered it being difficult, remembered it feeling almost painful but not quite, remembered panicking that he’d break something important if he continued.

So why--or how--was this thing doing just that so casually?  

Thomas held back a scream as the creature suddenly stood tall again, a chorus of sickeningly audible pops and cracks eliciting from all over its body. As he craned his neck to look up, up, up, it finally became clear: the creature’s head, as well as its arms, were on backwards.

The creature resumed its movements, and Thomas had to maneuver himself around the box as to keep watching it without being spotted. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, it was much easier to make out more details than he’d realized there were to make out.

The creature was dressed in some kind of formal suit: the fabric must’ve been white at some point, as the stains and wrinkles and holes were practically begging to be stared at. The sleeves of this suit were long and billowing, possibly meant to be flattering as they hung from the creature’s elbows. Fraying tassels (which Thomas assumed had once been made to look like gold) stretched across the front of the suit in a row, partially hidden by a wine-colored sash, ending just above a brown leather belt fitting snugly around the creature’s waist. A long, dramatic tailcoat fluttered over the floor as the creature moved, showcasing the heeled boots that hugged its calves.

Now, even though this getup was clearly very old and clearly very ruined, it still gave the image of something endearing, like a costume that had been worn in a variety of performances and had been well-loved by both its wearer and their peers.

But then. . .then you saw the rest of its current wearer.

___

Red’s bottom lip began to tremble. He watched as his expression twisted, a rush of emotion flooding through him so quickly, too quickly.

Get a hold of yourself. They already think you’re stupid enough--don’t embarass yourself further by proving them right.

Red shook his head, then bared his teeth in a snarl. He felt his hands curl into fists as they hung at his sides. Then, without quite knowing what he was doing or why he was doing it, one of Red’s hands lashed out and struck the mirror, making the glass wobble and reverberate.

A dull ache blossomed throughout his knuckles. Red cried out and swatted his hand through the air, taking a step back.

Good actors don’t act like you are right now.

And all at once, the anger was back.

Red leapt at the mirror and punched at his reflection. First with the left hand, then with the right.

Tears were flowing freely from his eyes, but Red was ignoring them now. Both them and the growing pain in hands.

The only thing that mattered was that his rage needed to be taken out on something other than himself for once.

No audience will ever want to watch you.

His eyes widened at the sight of the glass starting to yield to him, as a spiderweb crack materialized under his fist. Red didn’t even notice how blood was starting to ooze from fresh cuts on his fingers.

___

The creature’s arms and legs were already just a bit too long; its hands only added to that with spidery, skeletal claws in the place of fingers.

Thomas swallowed a lump in his throat. There was something in the creature’s grasp, but due to how it was roughly his size, Thomas couldn’t tell whether the object was a broken doll or an old corpse.

The creature paced around the stage rather aimlessly, moving with a stiff-jointed gait akin to that of a marionette. Thomas startled badly as the creature’s footfalls were suddenly drowned out by a booming, cacophonous sound that should’ve come from the throat of some alien bird. It alternated between pitches, pausing for only a short few seconds before continuing on.

As Thomas watched, debating on whether or not he could afford to plug his ears, he noticed how the creature was timing its movements with the noise. It slowly spun on its heels in favor of simply turning, weaving its hands about in an odd, intricate pattern that was jeopardized by herky-jerky motions.

Thomas blinked, then tilted his head as he realized that music was flowing into the air from somewhere unseen. It was slow, warped, sad yet set to a lighthearted tune. Like an antique music box whose interior had gone rusty.

Did the creature think it was. . .singing? Was it trying to act?

___

Red gave a startled yelp as the center of the mirror suddenly shattered inwards, forcing him to bring an abrupt halt to his outburst as he stumbled and fell through the new opening. The carpeted floor turned hard and cold as he collapsed. Red blinked and slowly got to his feet, hissing at the throbbing sensation in his fingers and palms. He glanced over his shoulder at the broken mirror, which now allowed artificial light to peek into this otherwise pitch-black new environment. A small gasp escaped his lips as he turned in a full circle, squinted at a variety of unfamiliar objects cluttered here and there throughout the shadows.

That mirror had been a two-way one. And this room had been hidden behind it.

Red’s eyes wandered about, anger long forgotten in favor of growing curiosity. The walls in here seemed to be made of shelves upon shelves holding more than a dozen cardboard boxes, and he could see little bits of whatever miscellaneous stuff was being kept in those boxes poking out through the tops.

What really caught his attention, however, was a mask propped up against the far corner of the wall. Red hadn’t even realized that he’d been approaching this mask until he was close enough to touch it.

It seemed to have been made from cream-colored porcelain, which slightly shone in the dim light. It looked expensive, antique, but also a bit plain; Red found himself smiling at the thought of being able to paint flowers along the forehead and cheeks.

It was also clearly meant for a grown-up to wear, seeing as it was three times the size of Red’s entire head.

Red chose to ignore this  for whatever reason as he moved around to the side, as he stretched his arms to carefully turn the mask over and hoist it up, as he unconsciously looked at the world through the eye-holes. . .

___

Thomas glanced at the creature’s face, and his jaw dropped to the floor as a pair of dark, dead eyes drilled into his own from across the stage. He made to run again, before he paralyzed himself, but stopped short.

Wait. . .those eyes weren’t dark. . .they were missing! The creature’s eye sockets were completely hollow! Thomas chewed his lip and squinted, looking closer.

Were those cracks in the creature’s skin? Was that even skin at all?

. . .No, it couldn’t be. . .

The nose was too small, the lips too delicate--they weren’t even moving as the creature vocalized.

It was as though the creature’s facial aspects had been carefully sculpted. . .

Those weren’t its features.

The creature was wearing a mask.

Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas caught a glimpse of something shiny. He followed the reflective light and discovered six long, jagged shards of glass protruding from the creature’s hair like a twisted crown. But the shards clearly shouldn’t have been able to balance the way they did, to actually stand firm the way they did. It only made sense once Thomas discovered how one of the shards was actually sticking out from the top of the mask, around where the creature’s temple would’ve been. Like the shard had been forcefully driven through what looked to be porcelain.

Whatever was truly behind that mask. . .those shards were stabbing into its scalp to keep said mask from falling off.

@fangirltothefullest

[worldviewcast]

The Origin of Worldview

So this is going to be a semi-personal, but also a semi-explanation post about alot of the background info regarding Worldview.  Yes it’ll be a long somewhat boring wall of text for many of you, but to ME it’s words I feel need to be said and it would mean the absolute world to me if people would take the time to hear me out.  Even if its only gonna be the five of you that continue on after this. Anyway...

Worldview technically started forming in my mind when I was probably about fifteen. (For reference, at the time of writing this, I’m about half a year to thirty-one) I was really into doing comics, I had done probably a hundred pages of a really dumb fantasy comic I came up with when I was TWELVE, a Sonic fancomic, and every morning on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I would upload my micron inked and colored pencil story about some DnD characters into the school scanner to post on Drunkduck which is probably all still there today. Adventure’s Guild is missed in my heart, for sure.  But in between looking for my first job, the constant writing and doodling I was doing, and my schoolwork I was tossing another idea around in my head. A really DUMB idea, cuz ya know I was FIFTEEN. And I wanted to call it ‘My Big Brother the Ninja’. At the time I was influence by all the dumb anime I was watching and my best friend at the time who always wore black and stood about two feet over me. I don’t know if he’ll ever read this, but trust me if he knew I was talking about this he would recognize this story right away.  Well. My first job came around, along with my post secondary college work, and then a tech school I paid for, and.....life really started to get in the way of development. I was more focused on drawing Adventures Guild and other doodles for a long time, and soon enough taking care of my daughter took precedence over everything, and then I started sewing, and doing conventions....and the idea of ‘My Big Brother the Ninja’ was just stuck in the back of my head. Sitting. Waiting. Forming slowly as it waited for its existence - its time in the sun.  And at some point I decided I wanted Android/Robotic like characters too...some of my FAVORITE series are Kikaider : The Animation and Chobits (the books, not the infants show they try to pass a a fully written anime) - things like that. So I KNEW long before Worldview had a proper name I would be writing robot characters with a twist. But I couldn’t figure out what that twist was, what would make it work. The whole idea was still....building. It needed a push.  Right around the time My Hero Academia came around everyone with a creative mind seemed to be suddenly struck with a similar idea - what if unique powers WEREN’T so unique in a world?  This is fairly common now, but at the start of MHA I remember finding it weird that suddenly every half the new shows out had a whole population of super powered badasses in a world where living daily life with it was more the norm than the exception.  And I remember finding it REALLY weird this all came out the same time I evolving a similar idea for my own thing.... I wish I could prove I was evolving this ideas before I saw em but I can’t. I have a much deeper theory about the evolution of cultural art and how influences drive creative minds to similar conclusions but that’s a LONG mental dive for another day.  ANYHOW.

So my original idea in ‘My Big Brother the Ninja’ was the Ninja would be the weird super power in the normal world.  NOW I wanted the NINJA to be the ‘normal’ one...and the younger sister would be the WEIRD one because she DIDN’T have some sort of power or ability.  I fell in love with this new dynamic and now things were REALLY starting to come together in my mind, what kind of powers were people gonna have, just HOW mundane was it gonna be, how many fantasy elements did I want to have?  Because I already KNEW another element I really wanted to include was modern day Paladins - and YES I WILL be covering modern-day style Paladins in Worldview proper, but this meant the universe needed a Deity system, a hierarchy or pantheon.  And the world just started to grow....but something was still MISSING, the binding, the elements of what all I wanted to do -  Aaaaaaaaaand then came UNDERTALE.  And yes this ENTIRE long post is just me mini ranting about how WV came to be so people can TRULY understand just HOW much is inside MY universe so we can stop tagging it as part of the UT Multiverse please and thank you - it’s not that I don’t UNDERSTAND the confusion, but here is your ultimate ‘for the record’ post regarding mine and @little-noko ‘s personal frustrations. Undertale was obviously a HUGE part of pop culture, personal experiences, my life, MANY of my readers lives, I GET why the emotional connection is there and why its the first thing that comes to mind - but the ONLY part I truly was fascinated by with Undertale was the way the Souls were.  PHYSICAL Souls - an actual magical entity that represented a person - THIS idea.  This was my missing piece.  To say artists get inspiration from other artists is beyond an understatement - even Sans and Papyrus are references to Helvetica, right? If not references, inspired by, or ‘great minds think alike’, whatever your argument there....its not uncommon.  And Souls being PHYSICAL was the element I wanted to play with - the idea I wanted to expand on, and so much more I want to go into detail about but don’t want to go into spoilers yet so I’m not going to - and the absolute CRUX of my frustrations when dealing with ‘WV is just UT with different characters’.  Worldview has.....humans. Only humans, divided into four race. Mechanoid. Masic. Skeleton. Metazoan. (The last one exclusively because I wanted an excuse to draw cute cat girls, so sue me)  A pantheon of Gods. It’s own world map. Special BIOLOGY that I have developed to work specifically with the races I have built. Ability trees (diagram to come, don’t worry, we’re just still working out the kinks).  It’s own countries, nationalities, and even it’s own tangible form of afterlife which I blame watching WAY too much Supernatural on but HEY Reapers are freaking COOL man.  It’s absolutely gut wrenching painful to have people argue with me over a world that I have nurtured and slowly tended to for a good fifteen years...now that it finally, FINALLY gets a chance to exist and be worked on....I feel like the one binding element I finally found and played with and tried to expand on is the ONLY element that people care about. As if absolutely EVERY other element that I want to show just - doesn’t EXIST. We started with Finch because its a good transition from the old projects to the new and it’s the earliest event in the timeline - nothing more than that. But I’m almost starting to feel like that was a mistake because it’s TOO familiar.  There’s no going back now, and thats fine. But it does make me anxious to move on to the next ‘chapter’ we’ll be delving into.  MAN.  I hope that helps clarify a few things.  I love answering questions (those that I can) about  WV...so my ask box is always open.  For those that made it, thanks for listening. :) 

[pfreadsandwrites]

九つの命/9 Lives Translation

Hi!! So, @foxy-and-tales asked me to tell her what was going on in the comic mentioned in this post. After skimming through it, I thought it'd be good practice - and it'd be easier to answer her question - if I just went through it and told her what it all meant. I realised by that point I was doing a translation, and since I was going to the trouble anyway, I thought I'd post it publicly.

So, the full comic is here. It's basically a comic that has 7 little stories about Kakashi's ninja hounds and their lives with Kakashi. It's an adorable, heartfelt story and I absolutely love the personalities that the artist gave all the ninja hounds and the depictions of their relationships with Kakashi.

My translation will be this post, follow it as a script. I don't have the skill or knowledge to edit and typeset and change the images myself - and I wouldn't do that anyway, as it would involve reposting the art and changing it without the artist's consent. But I do think that not referring to the pictures as you're reading through the script really harms how sweet this story is, so if you can go through the comic slowly whilst referring to my (amateur) translation of it, I hope you can get a glimpse of that!

WARNINGS: There is a depiction of an already dead dog in part 4 😢, and some (human!) male partial nudity in part 6 (😉)

Tagging: @scaredlittlefoxy @lemony-snickers @backalleykat @whatshernameis @gwedosuns @topsyturvy-dream @ice-icebaby @cosmiclattes

This is also the artist’s note that follows after the comic, that I’m putting here:

(Artist’s note translation)

"This is a story about the daily life of Kakashi and the eight ninken.

The ninja dogs’ personalities etc mightn’t be faithful to the source material.

The dogs live free range in Kakashi’s house.

There is an illustration of a dog dying, though it isn’t any of the ninken. Please take note.

You don’t have to read it, but below this are the dogs’ personalities:

Shiba: Friendly and sensitive

Biscuit: Childish and Selfish

Akino: Calm and cool demeanour

Bull: Timid and Quiet

Urushi: Ladykiller. A little bit dim. (Note: Himbo!)

Guruko: Annoyingly helpful and naggy

Uhei: Pure-hearted and cheerful

Pakkun: Same as in the series"

Some notes and then onwards into the translation under the cut:

Please take heed before continuing:

I’m not a professional translator, in fact I’ve done very little of this, so there’s some guesswork and liberties taken, and I don't claim that that there’ll be no mistakes.

I’ve separated it out by sections and pages, so you should be able to follow the story from following the speech bubbles (right to left) and referencing the lines here by speaker

Each space between a line denotes that it’s the next speech bubble

A new line but no change in speaker will denote that it’s the same character talking, but in the next panel or speech bubble

Italics means the character is thinking or flashbacks. I'll try and make this obvious as I go but the artwork should make that clear too.

Brackets are my additions, or me translating things like signs etc, or brackets will have smaller background dialogue not in speech bubbles. I'll try to make this clear as I go.

Stuff surrounded by * denotes actions or onomatopoeic actions/words in panels

Ask me if there’s any parts that confuse you about the story!! The way I’ve done this isn’t easy to follow but it's the best my dumb brain could come up with

TRANSLATION:

Title page

(p.1)

ここのつのいのち

9 Lives

(p.2)

1. ‘I won’t tell anyone’

(SFX: dogs playing and wagging tails)

Kakashi: Hm? You’re not gonna play, Shiba?

Shiba: …No. …Hey, Kakashi’

Kakashi: Hm? What?’

Shiba: There’s a girl I like’

Kakashi: Ohhh… I won’t tell anybody.

I won’t tell ~ I won’t tell ~

(p. 3)

Shiba: She’s really cute…

Kakashi: That’s great ~

Shiba: But I haven’t even spoken to her once

Kakashi: You should go for it ~

(SFX: *happy dog panting*)

Shiba: I’ll come back as soon as I’ve talked to her!’

Kakashi: Yep!

Shiba: I’ll be right back, definitely!

Kakashi: Ok, ok (lit. Yes yes)

(p.4)

Shiba: She’s already got someone (lit. she’s already in a couple/has a mate)

Kakashi: I see…

Shiba: She said her mate hurt his leg and can’t walk so he's staying at home…

(p.5)

Kakashi: Shiba, you know.. have feet that can walk anywhere…

So maybe you’ll meet an amazing girl again, won’t you?

(*dog cries*)

Kakashi: ...I won’t tell anyone. (*Comforting doggy*)

I won’t say anything. I won’t say anything.

(Kakashi: Aw, Shiba is pretty sweet to me, huh?)

2. Biscuit’s Sausage (note: I know his name is technically Bisuke in Japanese, but Biscuit is his dub name and it’s too adorable so that’s what I’m going with here! Also suits the personality he has in this story. What a biscuithead this boy is)

(p.6)

Biscuit: -You’re so sneaky, Kakashi! I wanted to eat sausages!

*crying dog noises*

(Uhei: Sorry, Kakashi…

Guruko: I told you!!)

Kakashi: You know if you eat sausages, Biscuit, your tummy will get sick, right? I’m boiling cod for you right now

(*tantrum noises, pounding feet and barking*)

Biscuit: *angry puppy noises* I hate fish, you idiot! I said I want to eat sausages! Sausages! Sausages!

Kakashi: *sternly* Biscuit

Biscuit: *whimper*

(p.7)

Biscuit: Kakashi, you IDIOT!

(2. Biscuit’s Sausage)

Biscuit: *sniff*

(Sign says Konoha Pet Food)

Biscuit: This is the store that sells the dog food Kakashi buys! Wow, maybe they have sausages here too!

(p.8)

Biscuit: I wonder if I'll be able to eat as much as I want… *gulp*

But if I did that, Kakashi would get in trouble

No, maybe…

*heart pounding*

Kakashi kept it (this) a secret just from me, because I'll get sick...

(Apron says Konoha Pet Food)

Shop Lady: *shuffles*

Biscuit: I didn't do anything yet!!! * heart pounding*

Shop Lady: Oh my… you really just talked!

Shop lady: You’re Kakashi’s pup, aren’t you?

(p.9)

Shop lady: Kakashi got you to come here, huh?

(Shop lady: you’re a good boy!)

Bisuke: Oh, no-

Shop lady: Though, he shouldn't have made you come pick it up without contacting us, huh? Here, sausages!

Biscuit: Sausages?!

Shop lady: There’s a pup among you guys that can’t have normal sausages, right?

It was a request from Kakashi.

He said he wanted me to make some especially for the puppy who can’t handle meat.

(p.10)

Shop lady: Well, here you go!! You’ll tell Kakashi we’re sorry for making him wait, won’t you?

Biscuit: Oh, um… But I don’t have any money…

Shop lady: It’s fine, because it’s Kakashi!

Whenever he has free time, he comes to pay.

I have a deal with him, you see. And he can't get the food if he's not here...

Next time, come together with Kakashi, okay?

(p. 11)

Kakashi: *casually picks up Bisuke* Thank you! This is for you ~

Shop lady: Thank you, come again!

Biscuit: Kakashi…

Kakashi: Hm?

Biscuit: Sorry…

Kakashi: Yeah…

I’m sorry too. I gave everyone else sausages while keeping it a secret from you.

I thought you’d definitely want some if you saw…

(Kakashi: But I got caught.)

(p. 12)

Kakashi: But…. Everyone’ll want some if they see this, too.

How about stopping by the park and eating it there?

We’ll keep it a secret from everyone 😊

Bisuke: *happy face licking and barking* When we get home, I’ll eat the cod too!!

Kakashi: Uhh… Well, Uhei and Guruko already ate it…

Bisuke: WHAT?!!!

(Flashback, Uhei and Guruko saying ‘Cod! Me too!! Me too! I want to eat some too!’)

3. Kakashi’s smile

(p. 13)

*paws thudding on ground/running away*

Kakashi: …Got you.

Akino: Ack!

It’s always only me that you brush so roughly, Kakashi!

Kakashi: It can’t be helped, can it? You have the thickest fur, Akino

*brushing softly* It’ll be over soon, it’ll be over soon…

Other doggies: That seems nice to me, Akino…

Kakashi: Hey, it’s falling out, it’s falling out ~

Akino: !!!

Kakashi: Look, it’s a mini Akino!! So much fur…

Akino: That’s too much hair off the bottom, Kakashi! Wha…

(p. 14)

*Kakashi continuing to laugh at his mini Akino*

Akino: There are times now where Kakashi summons us, even if he doesn’t have any business for us to take care of…

(Back then) he never ever summoned us outside of missions…

(p. 15)

Akino: He was doing all kinds of things, but he was the kind of person who never had a smile on his face…

Kakashi: If I had more time, I could make an even hairier one, you know

(Other dogs: *laughing* Akino: That’s a lie!)

Akino: Kakashi…. You're having fun?

Kakashi: *genuine smile* Yep, I am!

Akino: *smile* If you feel like it, you can keep going…

Kakashi: Oh?

(Later, Akino notices Kakashi has put sunglasses on the mini Akino)

4. Timid Bull (CW Animal Death)

(p. 16)

Bull: I’m the last ninja hound that came to Kakashi’s home.

Before that, I was living in a training centre for ninja hounds.

(4. Timid Bull)

The dogs I lived together with there… were all adopted when they were puppies.

But I still lived at the training centre, even as I became fully grown.

Ninja Hey, that dog looks tough, doesn’t he?

Centre manager: Yes, but… he’s not all that suited for battling…

Despite how he looks, he’s actually a timid dog.

Bull: I… I’m scared of insects. I’m scared of noises.

I’m scared of blood.

Centre manager: Because he can understand the stories of troubled humans, you see…

Bull: I’m scared of anything other than myself.

(p. 17)

Bull: Nobody would want a dog like me, right?

Kakashi: I found a good boy ~

Bull: *panicking* There’s no manager here!

Kakashi: Hello ~

Bull: …Hello… *heart pounding*

Kakashi: Ah, one that talks, huh…

Would you like to become one of my pups?

(p. 18)

Bull: Me…? Me, really? Quit it… That’s enough joking around.

Kakashi: What do you mean?

Bull: No-one wants me (😢)

Kakashi: No-one?

I want you, though.

Bull: What kind of a strange person would want me, I thought

(p. 19)

Bull: There were lots of dogs at Kakashi’s house

(Happy barking doggy noises)

Uhei: Woah, you’re huge! But among these guys, I have the fastest legs, you know!!!

Guruko: And I have the best nose!!

Biscuit: And I’m whiny!! (Note: lit. ‘I’m selfish!’)

Shiba: I have the sharpest bite!

Pakkun: I am the wisest. (Note: Pakkun I think uses Kansai-dialect Japanese lol so he sounds kinda... distinct. This is hard to convey for me lol)

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies ;)

(Akino: I’m the fluffiest!)

Bull: I was so confused

You… you’re not scared of me?

I’m huge, and I have a scary face… So no one comes near me.

They all said they weren’t scared.

The reason, they said together, was…

(p. 20)

‘Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!’

Everyone was totally relaxed, as if they had no worries at all.

They all clung to me as if it was completely natural to do so.

I realised that there’d always be someone beside me.

(p. 21)

*sounds of paws scuffling against ground in first two panels*

*jumping to the ground noise in third panel*

Kakashi: …Bull, this way is a dead end.

Bull: …Sorry.

I couldn’t go back to where you were, and I thought so, but -

(p.22)

Bull: *looking at dog* He asked me to stay by his side.

…He was an enemy, but he was already dying.

That’s why, Kakashi….

Kakashi: …Yep.

Let’s give him a send-off together.

(Note: this was a tricky one because Kakashi says 送る, which means send, and is used with mail etc, but can mean to say farewells to the deceased, which is why Bull comments on it on the next page)

(p. 23)

Bull: He wanted to say ‘I want to bury him’

But Kakashi said ‘send-off’.

Lightly, as if his life force was still there

There… there are a lot of things that scare me.

When I was waiting for this dog, I was scared.

But I couldn’t refuse his request.

(p. 24)

Bull: …I’m spineless.

Kakashi: Everyone else has lots of things they’re scared of, you know.

That’s why they all stay by your side, Bull.

If you’re there, everything will be alright. That’s how everyone feels.

If you’re close by, everyone’s able to feel safe.

(p. 25)

Kakashi: ….This puppy, too.

Dying dog: …Please…

Bull: That dog…

Dying dog: Stay with me, until the end…

Kakashi: Because you stayed with him, Bull, he felt at peace, didn’t he?

Bull: I don’t think that dog was happy…

…Kakashi.

He was very thin, and he also smelt like he was sick

To protect themselves, his owner didn’t treasure this [this dog’s] life.

Kakashi, I…

Somehow, I..

I’m very…

(p. 26)

Bull: I wanted to cry out as loud as I could..

Kakashi: Yeah… (I’m not sure who’s saying this line)

Bull: For feeling guilty towards that dog, and for knowing Kakashi…

For my life being here now.

For my life, I wanted to cry it out until the blood came out of my throat.

(p. 27)

Bull: That dog…

I wonder, was that dog ever able to feel like this, even once?

(Flashback) Doggies: Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!

Uhei: Hey!!! Bull!!

Shiba: You’re late!!

I was worried, you know!

Guruko: (to others) Hey, Bull came back!!

Bull: I’m Bull. The dog that Kakashi found.

5. Urushi’s scales

(p.28)

Urushi: I think I’m good looking

(5. Urushi’s scales)

Girl pups: Ahh~ Urushi…~

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies

(note: he uses メス, which means bitch in the literal sense - a female dog - and all the puppers use it to refer to human women too. So I just left it as ladies, as I don't think the pups mean it to be crass, they just use dog language and apply it to humans as well as themselves)

Sometimes I’m told ‘it’s probably because you’re one of Kakashi’s ninken’, but…

(Background lettering over the other dogs says ‘Unstylish/Uncool/Lame’)

But my other friends aren’t all that popular, really.

Still, I think it’s because I really am good-looking after all.

(Choruses of ‘Urushi~’, ‘Ahh…; and ‘Let’s play together, Urushi)

Urushi: Hehehe…

Being good-looking is a great thing.

Guruko: Hey, Kakashi!

(p. 29)

Guruko: You got hit by a girl again, didn’t you?!

Kakashi: *laughing* No…

Akino: Why were you hit by a girl? Do girls not like you?

Uhei: It looks like it hurts…

Kakashi: Nooo ~

Shiba: You’re so strong, Kakashi, why were you hit?

Biscuit: You couldn’t avoid it?

Guruko: *Steam from nostrils* I’ll fight her for you!

Kakashi: It’s fine, it’s fine ~

What are you saying?

(p. 30.)

Urushi: Kakashi said ‘I took responsibility’.

Sometimes humans say things I don’t understand…

Girl dog: Urushi… pair up with me.

Urushi: If Kakashi’s saying it, it must be important…

Be… Because I’m one of Kakashi’s ninken?

Girl dog: It has nothing to do with that. I like you, Urushi

Urushi: Wow… *heart pounding*

Girl dog: Pair up with me, and…

I want you to leave the ninken. (Lit. Stop being a ninken)

(p. 31)

Girl dog: I love you, Urushi, but what if, on a mission, you…

I can’t stand the thought of that!

Leave the ninken, and… always stay in the village with me?

Urushi: This girl’s a beauty, and has a kind personality…

I think that I might want to be with her…

Should I leave the ninken?

(p. 32)

Urushi: *perplexed*

Kakashi, Bull and Biscuit: *zzz, sleeping sounds*

Urushi: If I said I wanted to leave the ninken…

Kakashi: (in Urushi’s imagination) If that’s what you want, Urushi

It’s fine with me! (Background: It would be a shame, though…)

Urushi: I feel like Kakashi would say something like that…

Do I want to do that…? Not really, but… *sigh*

Hey, Pakkun.

(p. 33)

Pakkun: Something bothering you?

Urushi: Yeah, there is

I have to decide between two things, but it’s difficult…

I want both of them, but I can’t have them.

Pakkun: … Is it a girl problem?

Urushi: Yep ~

Pakkun: That’s just like you, Urushi. (Pakkun’s imagination shows two girl pups arguing:

Urushi!! Which one will you choose, me or her?! *indignant barking*)

When making a decision about something, one needs to think about what’s most.

...important to oneself.

Let’s say you balance both sides on your scales…

Urushi: My scales?

Pakkun: For example….

(p. 34)

It’s not the physical weight, but the weight of what you think is precious and important. It’s the weight of those feelings.

If you think about which is heavier, you’ll find the answer.

Kakashi: You guys are having a kinda complicated conversation, huh…?

Pakkun: Oh, Kakashi, you woke up, did you?

Urushi: *heart pounding*

Kakashi: My scales lean towards sleep, you know..

Let’s eat soon, okay? Please…

Urushi: Kakashi…. Are you happy that I’m here?

(p. 35)

Kakashi: Hm? Yeah, I’m happy!

Urushi, of course I’m happy ~

(Note: the word Kakashi uses is 嬉しい, which is ‘ureshii’ so Kakashi is making a pun with Urushi’s name here.)

Urushi: *blush* Okay!

Pakkun: What we were just talking about… Don’t talk about it in front of Shiba.

Urushi: Huh? Why?

Pakkun: Seems like he recently had his heart broken…

(p. 36)

Urushi: The thing that’s most important and precious to me… isn’t you.

That’s why I can’t be with you.

I can’t be with you, but… you’re a beautiful and amazing lady.

So, let’s meet again one day ~

Biscuit: Kakashi! Kakashiiiii! It’s awful!!

(p. 37)

(*throbbing pain*)

Biscuit: Urushi’s hurt!!

(*dogs barking*)

Guruko: Let’s go fight them!! *steam from nostrils*

Shiba: No way, is it a girl? Kakashi, you better tell him off!!!

Kakashi: Did you get into a fight with a dog from the village?

Urushi: No, it’s not that…

I took responsibility.

I’ve got a manly mark on my face, heh~

Shiba: You better tell him off!! *bark*

Pakkun: That’s it…

6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!

(p. 38)

Kakashi: I’m home~!!!

Guruko: ?!!! Kakashi, you stink!!

Kakashi: *sweetly smiling* Oh, stop it…

I saw Asuma after a long time, and we talked and ended up getting some drinks… It was nice to see him… *flops down on floor*

Guruko: Take a bath!!!

Don’t go to sleep!!

(*soundly sleeping*)

(p. 39.)

Guruko: Uhei! Uheiii!

Uhei: What is it?

Guruko: Let’s clean up Kakashi!

(6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!)

Uhei: Ehh… But if he wakes up, he’ll take a bath himself, won’t he?

(SFX: Heave-ho! Heave-ho!)

Guruko: We can’t leave Kakashi as he is when he’s this stinky! It’s fine, take it off!

Uhei: Uh, this is stuck half way, I can’t take it off

Guruko: Because you haven’t taken off his leg bandages!

(p. 40)

Guruko: Damn, this is stuck half way *pulling*

Uhei: Isn’t that because you haven’t taken off his headband?!

Guruko: This is enough, let’s carry him to the bath like this!

(*dragging noises*)

Uhei: Won’t his clothes get wet?

Guruko: It’s fine, because we’re going to wash them anyway!

Uhei: It’s amazing… Kakashi still hasn’t woken up!

Guruko: Okay, let’s wash him!

Uhei: Isn’t that… the shampoo that we use?

Guruko: It’s totally safe!!

If it’s fine for us to use, it’ll be fine for Kakashi too, right?

Uhei: I guess…

(p. 41)

Uhei: We can wash his body, but what about his clothes?

(SFX: *scrub scrub*)

Guruko: If we wash them together, it’ll be fine! Hey, pour some hot water over here ~

Uhei: Okay!

(SFX: *splash*)

Kakashi: *suddenly yelling* I’m gonna die!!

Guruko: *screaming*

Kakashi: Even with my face covered, if you pour hot water on me, I can’t breathe, you know!! You really can’t do that.

Guruko: You woke up…

(SFX: *heart pounding*)

Uhei: You really scared me…

(p. 42)

Kakashi: You’d started something, and I wondered how far you’d carry on… Ah, I’m drenched.

Guruko: Ah, I’m sorry, Kakashi!!

Kakashi: Well, anyway.. you guys ended up cleaning yourselves pretty good too. You’re all drenched, too.

Guruko: Then I’ll go get some towels!!

Uhei: Kakashi, Kakashi

Guruko acts the way he does, but he really loves looking after you!

Kakashi: I know.

Biscuit: I want to have a bath with Kakashi too ~

Guruko: That’s not it! It’s just all slippery (note: not accurate, but the gist is that Biscuit misunderstands and Guruko puts him straight)

7. I’ll always love you

(p. 43)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun…

I have a favour to ask.

(Present)

Pakkun…

(SFX: Snoring)

Kakashi: Pakkun..

(SFX: Gasp)

Pakkun: Huh?

Kakashi: It’s time to eat.

(p. 44)

Pakkun: Alright.

(Other dogs: Food~ Food ~

Kakashi: Yes ~ Yes ~)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun….

Pakkun..

(p. 45)

Pakkun: Kakashi?

Kakashi: Hm?

Pakkun: For the mission report before… You didn't need me, did you?

Why did you bring me?

Other dogs: We want to come too!!

Kakashi: It’s just Pakkun for today

Kakashi: Hmm…

Hey, let’s relax here for a little while.

Pakkun: What’s this…

Kakashi: Come on…

Well…

(p. 46)

Kakashi: I want to talk about Dad.

…No. Maybe it’s a confession?

Talking about Dad…. Felt like something we couldn’t even broach. Ever.

I think you felt this way too, right, Pakkun?

I couldn’t tell you earlier that ‘it’s all right now’. Even though it was.

It was just a matter of timing, I guess…

Pakkun: But I wasn’t waiting for you to say that… Even if you’d have said it earlier, that’d have been good, but..

Why, out of the blue like this?

A change like that… Just like…

Just like…

(p. 47)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: I have a favour.

(Present)

Kakashi: The day Dad died…

Ever since then, for a long time, now… I became strange.

I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.

Pakkun: Kakashi-

Kakashi: Even though… you were hurting over Dad not being here too.

(p. 48)

Kakashi: Dad was your first master, right?

You really were precious to him.

….The other day, when you were having a nap, I woke you up, didn’t I?

It might have been because of the food, but your nose was twitching.

At first, I thought you were growling.

When I woke you up, you had a really startled expression when you looked at me.

I understood right away.

You were thinking about Dad, right?

(p. 49)

Kakashi: You were having a dream about Dad that time, right?

Thank you for always being considerate towards me…

But it’s alright now.

From now on, I want you to tell me…

The things about Dad that only you know.

(p. 50)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: …really was a loving, kind man.

Kind, and…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: Kind, and…

…Kakashi.

I’ll tell you about Sakumo.

The things I’ve always wanted to tell you

I’ll tell you now.

Kakashi: Okay.

(p. 51)

Kakashi: Thank you for telling me about Dad, Pakkun.

Pakkun: …Don’t you dare die.

(Pakkun…)

I’ve had enough now.

Yeah. Enough.

(p. 52)

(Sakumo: I’m asking.…)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

The two of you are exactly alike.

Kakashi: Oh, really?

Pakkun: Everything’s alright now.

(p. 53)

“Kakashi!”

(p. 54)

(No text)

(p. 55)

Kakashi!

(p. 56)

Kakashi

(Note: I think the favour Sakumo asked of Pakkun was to take care of and be mindful of Kakashi always. This isn't outright stated)

[astaroth1357]

I love reading your how to guide they're fun to read and I was wondering if you do a how to be the brother's sugar mama 🤣

So I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty sure Lucifer would let you be his Sugar Mama over his actual dead body so... I did a Sugar Baby instead. If you really want me to write the Sugar Mama, message me and I wiiilllll but I think it’s more of a stretch then I was comfortable taking otherwise. But if we're doing this at all, we're going to have to do it NSFW people. It’s going to be sort of unavoidable either way, so strap in cause I sure did.

How to be a Demon's Sugar Baby

Make the Most of Your Bartered Soul!

Well, well, well this is quite the arrangement you've made with the forces of Hell now, isn't it?  There's nothing wrong with expecting a full return on your investment since you did give away your soul for this so it's time to enjoy that compensation! While we're sure that you're ready to be spoiled rotten by your beloved demon, there are going to be certain things expected of you in order to keep that affection flowing. In our guide, How to be a Demon's Sugar Baby, we will give you insight into what kind of actions you should expect to perform as well as the benefits you can receive when you start pampering your dearest demon! Always remember, love isn't material, but having good stuff is really nice regardless!

ATTENTION: This guide contains material not suitable for all workplaces. Reader's discretion advised.

Lucifer

What a wonderful selection for this kind of relationship because this demon is loaded! You need not worry about asking for too much. Whatever your heart's desire, Lucifer can provide.

HOWEVER… He's not a very generous demon. Every cent that he gives you, you will have to earn. The man isn't in the business of giving handouts, even to cuties like yourself.

Lucifer can be a demanding Sugar Daddy for sure. He will expect you to be ready for him at the drop of a hat. One text, one call, even a passing mention of your name, and you should be there. No questions asked or you will be punished.

It pays to be astute with Lucifer, too. If you're good, then he shouldn't even have to command you. One step in the room and you should know just what to do and how he's going to want it. Though remember, even if he doesn't say much, he's in control here.

There will be times where he's not looking for a little release and just needs some relaxation. You'll, of course, be expected to provide for that too: back rubs, tea, and pleasant conversation are all options you should get acquainted with very quickly.

Understand this now, anything short of perfection is not tolerated. If he's taking you anywhere, you're going to have to look/be amazing Every. Time. He'll make sure you'll have everything for it, but there's going to be no slacking off with him. Ever.

If you're looking to satisfy Lucifer, you won't just be a side piece or arm candy. You will be a trophy and he will spoil you like one.

Mammon

So maybe you don't like your Sugar Daddy with a lot of cash, but just the inability to say "no" to you in nearly any capacity…? Then Mammon's is your perfect pick!

True, it may not be wise to choose a Sugar Daddy who seems chronically without sugar to give but if there's any gambler in you then Mammon can be a near constant rush.

His highs are your highs, if he's out gambling then he'll want you on his arm or in his lap for good luck. Cheer him on and sprinkle in a bit of teasing because he's positive he makes better bets when he feels on top of the world.

If he makes a killing, then it's an all night celebration. He may even cover you in the Grimm just to enjoy how it looks. You won't stay like that very long though, because he'll need to have his way with you quite a few times before the sun comes up.

Don't fret, most of that money that he makes is going to go towards you anyway. You won't have to worry about him putting his bills over his Sugar (even if it's ill-advised).

Do remember that Mammon is a cheapskate at heart, but you shouldn't have any trouble bypassing that if there's something you want. Flash him some big, watery eyes and he'll cave every time until he goes broke again...

And then his lows are your lows… But if you still show him kindness and compassion even when he's flat broke, we guarantee he will never leave your side.

Leviathan 

Are you an otaku/gamer/geek who wants copious amounts of that sweet, sweet merch and a little love on the side? Then you also want Levi.

Just know that this demon is desperate for love in his life so you'll be busy on most days. Levi needs to be lavished in attention: cuddles, pets, kisses, and probably more sex than you can process. He's veeery pent up...

Thankfully, he stays in his room all the time so you can do whatever you like away from prying eyes! Which is good, because he tends to get adventurous when he's confident. There won't be a spot in his room you two have not been before.

Like Mammon, Levi's going to need a cheerleader as much as he does a lover. Nothing is quite like starting a competitive match with someone very vocally in your corner.

We do hope you like anime, video games, or general geekry because he won't tolerate indifference. You need not have memorized the entirety of the TSL Extended Compendium, but you should at least be able to identify his favorite characters or scenes in anything he watches. You won't last long otherwise.

If you can then consider the entirety of Akuzon's wares to be yours. You'll only need to ask. If there's any particular series that you enjoy, expect its merch to be gifted to you whenever he sees it. He'll have very little self-control (especially if it's all for you).

Truthfully, we have no idea where Levi gets his money so just don’t question how he keeps buying you so many things... It's probably some shady cryptocurrency or black market type stuff so we recommend you stay out of his finances, lest you learn something you regret...

Satan 

Ah, an intellectual are you? Not satisfied with just a fancy new car or a designer handbag? Do you need the very best that the world has to offer? The most beautiful, artistic, and thought-provoking goods you can find?? Then really your only choice is Satan.

… But do you like pets? We sincerely hope you like pets…

In truth, Satan will want two things from you: some stimulating conversation and a little pet play.

This is very much a "gentleman by day" arrangement. He'll be sure to treat you to very nice things all the time: wine tastings, art shows, even red carpet events thanks to his connections.

He won't mind taking you anywhere as long as you can engage that brain of his. Abstract conversations or discussions about hard topics will earn you even better trips the next time around...

But "by night" you will have a nickname, a collar, and probably a tail plug too. This man is bound and determined to have a cat and he does not care how.

If the idea of crawling for him makes you want to save face then don't worry. You needn't be an obedient kitty, not even for him.

In fact, he'd much prefer you act out from time to time because if there's one thing he likes more than cats, it's brats. Be cute for him and maybe he'll go easy on you if you like.

Asmodeus 

Do you like shopping? Just, the act of shopping in general? Do you want someone who won't just sign a check but shop with you? Asmo's the man.

He loves shopping and he loves shopping for you! He won't just stand outside the dressing room on his phone, he'll be a very active participant in making you happy.

A veeerrry active participant… Everywhere… Probably including that dressing room…

You need to understand now that Asmo is insatiable. Whatever you believe a high sex drive is, double it and then you will get Asmo on a Tuesday.

He's giving. Very giving in fact, in money and in bed, but that won't change that he is a monster. His stamina is unreal, his desire is unmatched, and assuming that you are not an incarnation of Aphrodite herself You. Will. Not. Keep. Up.

If you choose to be with Asmo it will be a hellish bliss. You will be pampered like royalty on a sea of euphoria until the tide overtakes you and you drown.

If this warning isn't enough to dissuade you, we wish you the best of luck. Asmo may bring you to the greatest highs of your life, but he very much can be the death of you too...

Beelzebub 

You know, food can be expensive. Especially if you have a bit of an appetite… If an endless food supply is what you're after, then you need Beel in your life!

He'll always be down to go out and try new foods or take you to whatever restaurant you like (provided he's eating there too, of course).

Considering the amount that he eats there's no way you can top his bill so order as much as you like! You'll get through what? Four? Five courses? He'll get cut off around 12.

Restaurants aside, food will be mostly what Beel expects from you so we do hope you like cooking. Cuddles and kisses are well and good but this demon needs to eat.

Speaking of which… Truthfully, being with Beel is almost just like a normal relationship but there's just one catch….

Beel is practically an oral addict. He will want to get a taste of you and once he does you ought to resign yourself to being his new fix. 

A session with Beel is not for the faint of heart. He can be down there for hours and won't stop even if you're a drooling, overstimulated wreck. His aftercare is sweet but it's a hell of a journey getting there. Be warned.

Belphegor

So maybe all these other options just sound like too much work... You want a Sugar Daddy, but someone who's on the laidback side, right? Introducing Belphegor.

Belphie is a man of simple pleasures. A quiet afternoon, a long nap, and maybe a game or some mischief in the middle of the night. You won't have to worry about doing very much because he won't be conscious very long...

He will, however, get his money's worth in the hours that he's awake.

Belphegor is a lazy soul, so don't expect him to put much work into things. His favorite tactic will be to get you so frustrated that you jump him. Then he can just sit back and enjoy the fun with a smug smile on his face…

If you're not riding him in some way then you're probably going to be his new pillow. He will find a way to sleep on you in every position possible until he finds a favorite and just sticks to that.

As far as what he offers, Belphie will pretty much just toss money in your direction and leave it up to you to spend it. He’s not a shopping man...

In the rare cases that he does go out and buy you a gift take it as a compliment. You’ve motivated him to leave the House for longer than twenty minutes so you must be exactly what he was after.

For more of my “How Tos...” check out my Masterlist!

[lunar-girl-fic]

Perfect Girl~ Wonho Oneshot

Warning: Suggestive, mention of dying?

Y/N POV

Word Count: 1591

Wonho x female reader

Disclaimer: The picture used is NOT MINE. I found it on instagram from the artist @bre.lexis. You guys should totally check out her art. It’s my favorite ambw art :).

A/N: I based this one shot based off a dream I had the other day. It felt so freaking real like I even felt the kiss and for some reason that only happens when I dream about him and I. Some scenes were added but this pretty much how my dream went. I wasn’t able to find a photo that matched how I imagined Wonho and a brown girl. In the dream he was literally the same size as he is now and he was wearing that orange shirt from is live the other day... Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

It was a rainy Friday night. You had just left your coworkers at the restaurant you guys went to to celebrate the assistant principals birthday. You called an Uber to get home. Normally you would walk but you weren't in the mood to be catching a cold. The ride home wasn't too long since you obviously lived close by.

When you arrived you thanked the driver and exited the vehicle quickly. However, no matter how fast you ran to the building you still ended up getting soaked. As if it couldn’t get any worse, the elevator in your complex wasn't working so you had to prolong your torture by taking the stairs. 

You finally reached your apartment and immediately took your shoes off and headed for your bathroom. You put your clothes on a drying rack over your toilet. You turned the water on to the hottest setting and got in. The warmth of the water was welcomed and washed away most of the stress you've been feeling with work. But stress from the absence of your boyfriend of 4 years didn't go away. It wasn't as if he was in some far away place where you couldn't see or contact him. No, the problem was he was so busy with his comeback that he did not have much time to call you much less visit you due to conflicting scheduling.

At first, you didn't have much of a problem with it since you knew how important his career was to him. But it has been two months and the separation was starting to get to you. Even though you knew you shouldn't complain being lucky enough to even have a man as sweet as him, you were only a human in need of the touch of her boyfriend.

After you got out the shower you put on some mango butter to attempt to smell good while moisturizing and let your curls fall freely. You grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and put on the smallest sized hoodie Wonho owned. Being thankful he left this one behind since his others would've had you swimming in it.

You left your room and went to the kitchen to make a cup of calming jasmine tea (can you tell I've been watching atla alot hehehe). As the tea was boiling you gathered your students papers from your work bag and placed them on your coffee table. You turned the TV on and scrolled through the options. Finally settling on the 90s batman animated series as background noise.

You went back into the kitchen and poured the tea in your favorite mug. On the way to the living room you grabbed your phone just in case he called you. He may not have called you in the past week but who knows maybe today would be your lucky day.

Time went by smoothly. Surprisingly grading he papers wasn't too difficult since your students actually followed directions. Since it was easy to grade you decided to raise the volume of the TV and pay more attention to the plot of the episode. You were just about to finish grading the last paper when your phone started to ring. Had it not been on vibrate mode you would have never known it was ringing. When you looked at the caller ID your heart went pitter patter. It was Wonho. You obviously picked up the phone immediately with a joyful tone.

"Hey babe! How have you been? How's comeback? How does your shoulder feel? Are you eating properly"

"Well hello to you too baby, and to answer your questions good, good, good and of course!"

"Well that's good. It's been awhile and I was beginning to worry you forgot I existed."

"How can I forget about the shining light of my life."

"I mean with all those beautiful girls around you everyday it's not hard to think you might forget about an average girl like me."

"You're right."

"Wha- WONHO!"

You heard him laughing and knew that he did that just to get a reaction out of you.

"You know I would never. You're the only girl I have my eyes on."

"Hmph could've fooled me. Don't worry I already got my eyes set on another man." You said jokingly.

"Ya! I was joking."

"I know you dork."

There was a comfortable silence after you guys finished laughing.

"When do you think we'll be able to hang out?"

"Soon, I'm hoping. Everything is just so crazy that I barely have time to focus on taking care of myself. I'm honestly so sorry for not being able to call you. You must think I don't love you anymore."

"Wonho, I know I signed up for this when I first started dating you. You don't have to feel guilty for something you can't really control." You said trying to lighten the mood.

" I know it's just that I- I... I just want you to know that. (In Korean) I am the luckiest man in the world. I know you probably think I take you for granted but the truth is I could never love another girl like I love you. You said that you think I can forget about you easily an quite possibly leave you for another girl? When in reality everyday I worry you might just give up waiting for me an find another guy to replace me. You're my driving force in life. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you so much baby girl that I can't even find the right words to describe how much."

"...You know I hate you. I'm pretty sure you probably said the most beautiful words I will ever hear but I guess I will never know considering you just said it ALL IN KOREAN. Babe you know I'm not hat fluent. Now can you please tell me what you said again." You whined.

He chuckled, "I said, I am the luckiest man in the world. I know you probably think- ah forget it. You're making it so hard to surprise you."

"What? How? And what surprise are you talking about?"

"Turn around."

You quickly turned around almost giving yourself whiplash and that's when you saw your man standing there with a smile on his face and his arms opened wide.

"IT'S YOU!! YOU'RE HERE!!!" You said as you ran to him and jumped on him instantly grabbing his head to pull him in for a kiss. You almost cried tears of joys feeling his lips on yours after not being able to even touch in in 2 months.

You pulled away having the need to catch your breath. But you were still cupping his face with your hands, staring lovingly into his eyes. Eventually you went back in for another kiss but jumped at the sound of an explosion that happened in the show you were watching almost falling out of his grip. Wonho laughed at you while he gently placed you down so he wouldn't accidentally drop you.

"Heeeyyyy, why are you laughing? I could've died." You said while pouting.

"Sorry jagiya, you're just so cute I couldn't help it."

"Hmph. Nice to know you think me almost dying is cute."

"Dying? I'm pretty sure falling from that height wouldn't have killed you." He said amused.

"You don't know that. What if when I fell, I could have broken a bone and punctured an important organ and potentially bleed out."

"That sounds highly unlikely."

"Since when dud you become a medical doctor."

"Since the moment I started dating you. With the amount of times I've had to take care of you because of how clumsy you are, I'm pretty sure I can get a medical degree easily."

"YA! I'M NOT THAT CLUMSY."

"If you say sooo."

You and Wonho couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of your conversation. However while you were still laughing, Wonho stopped to stare at you. The love he felt for you overwhelmed him in this moment. He wasn't sure if it it was because he hasn't seen you in awhile or if it was something else but all knew was he just realized how perfect you are. You noticed the look and asked what was wrong.

"Why are you so perfect?"

"I mean perfect isn't the word I would use to describe myself..."

"I mean it baby, what did I do to deserve you?"

"Hmmm believe it or not all you did was be yourself. I tired of guys who were fake and trying to be something they thought I wanted. You are the only guy I met who was himself and that's all I can ask for. Plus your really good looking."

"I do look good, don’t I?"

"You're supposed to say thank you, you ungrateful little-"

"Just kidding." He said as he put his hands up defensively.

"I'm still waiting."

Instead of answering you, he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, burying his fingers in your curls.

.After 2 minutes you both pulled apart to catch your breath.

"How was that for a thank you?"

"Hmmm I think you have to do that again to make it a proper thanks."

"I can think of a better way that involves a bed and less clothes." He said as he picked you up and carried a flustered you to your bedroom. And lets just say that by the end of the night you he was able to show you just how thankful he is.

[capsironunderoos]

The Art Teacher and The Winter Soldier - Part One: Morgan Stark’s Secret Plan

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some stories about Bucky Barnes and an art teacher...

Word Count: 2,061

Warnings: None! Although there are spoilers for Falcon and The Winter Soldier if you haven’t finished that!

Author’s Note: Hey hey! I’m finally writing and posting again! I recently graduated from college with a degree in art education, and I just thought it would be cute to see Bucky Barnes date an art teacher, so here we are! This isn’t going to be a normal series, just kind of little snapshots of Bucky’s life with an art teacher. Also, this series follows the events of Endgame and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, except Tony lived, other than that it’s pretty much the same. I hope you enjoy! 

Here’s a link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

“Captain America, The Winter Soldier, Scarlet Witch, and Iron Man walk into an elementary school… sounds like the start of a bad joke.” 

Bucky heard Sam mumble beside him and felt a smirk make its way onto his lips. 

“I thought the minivan was enough for a bad joke,” Bucky added, and Sam had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter, a startling cough erupting from his chest. 

Tony had asked a few of the remaining Avengers to go with him to the opening night of Morgan’s elementary school art show since Pepper had been scheduled for a meeting. 

Morgan’s work had been voted on by the other students in her grade and selected as the best in kindergarten, which didn’t surprise Tony. The Stark’s were always the best at everything they attempted. 

Tony had wanted to invite everyone he knew, but he was under strict instructions from his daughter that only a few could come. 

The girl in question sat contently between her Uncle Sam and her Uncle Bucky, small right hand gripping onto Bucky’s left, as her left hand held a small bouquet of flowers. 

Her smile grew when she felt the minivan take the familiar right turn into her school’s parking lot, and she strained to make herself taller to see the brick building slowly getting bigger as Tony pulled the car into a spot. 

Tony turned the car off as the Avengers piled out and onto the concrete, Bucky turning back to offer his hand to Morgan. She quickly grabbed onto it and jumped out, giggling as she almost dropped the flowers. 

“Here,” he gestured to the flowers, opening his hand. “Let me carry those Moe.” She nodded and handed the flowers to him with no hesitation, leaving his side to run to Tony, who turned just in time to catch her and lift her above his head before propping her onto his hip. Her giggles echoed across the parking lot, and Bucky noticed a few people shooting smiles their way. 

“You comin’ Buck?” Sam called, already climbing up the stairs into the school, and Bucky smiled in response, jogging slightly to catch up with the group. 

“You guys are gonna love it here!” Morgan called from the front of the group, still holding onto her dad as they walked into the building. 

Wanda glanced over at Bucky and Sam, stifling a laugh. 

“Yeah, you two will fit right in.” Bucky smiled and rolled his eyes, and Sam lightly shoved her with his elbow, causing her to let out a small giggle. 

“Alright kiddo, lead the way,” Tony prompted as he placed her back onto the ground. Normally, this would cue a few moments of whining and begging to be picked back up, but she was focused on other things tonight. 

Yes, Morgan Stark had a plan. 

She walked proudly down the decorated hallways, making sure to point out the artworks her friends had made as she marched the small group of Avengers to her artwork. 

Bucky was quiet as they walked, stopping every now and then to look at a few pieces done by older kids. 

He was easily reminded of Steve, and their time growing up in Brooklyn. 

He thought about the journals he’d buy for Steve on his birthday, or a new art material he’d see in a shop while out for a walk that he couldn’t help but buy. Steve would have loved this, would have been right at home talking art with the very animated five year old leading the group. 

Bucky smiled to himself as he began to move with the group again, not missing the various drawings of superheroes plastering the walls. He knew he wouldn’t find himself here, immortalized on paper by a child who saw him as a hero, and his smile drops, but only for a second as he sees Morgan stop before throwing her hands up and screaming. 

Tony jumps to find out what’s wrong, but before he can squat down to her level she is running full speed towards a woman in a skirt with polka-dots all over it, and when she turns to see who is screaming Bucky can see that her shirt reads “Your greatest work of art is you!” He smiles at the sentiment and watches as Morgan launches herself into the arms of the woman, who is now crouching in order to better receive the hug. 

The force of a very enthusiastic five year old knocks the woman onto the floor and she laughs with Morgan as they part. 

“Hello to you too Morgan!” She says through more laughter and Morgan waves, now seemingly shy as she steps back beside her father. 

Tony moves into action now, extending his hand to help the woman off of the floor. She graciously accepts, and Bucky notes the shy smile that washes over her features. 

“You must be the art teacher we hear so much about,” Tony says as she lightly brushes off the back of her dress. 

“Yes, that would be me! And don’t worry, I know who all of you are,” she adds, her smile widening as her eyes meet each Avenger’s. Bucky feels himself starting to blush when her gaze lingers on his for just a bit longer than his counterparts. 

“Even if I lived under a rock it’d be hard not to know who you were. Morgan talks about you all the time, and she tells quite the story.” Tony laughs and lightly ruffles her hair, to which Morgan responds to by swatting at his hand. 

“You’re telling me. I ask her to tell me bedtime stories.” This cues a round of laughter from the group before Tony turns to each member. 

“Well, just to be formal about it, I’m Tony, and this is Sam, Wanda, and James,” Tony says, and the woman shakes all of their hands, making sure to tell each one how wonderful it is to meet them. 

When she slips her hand into Bucky’s, he wonders if she feels the small jolt of electricity that he does, but he ignores it as she smiles at him. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he tells her, and that same shy smile rests against her lips as she nods. He’s sad to let her out of his grasp, but even he knows that it would probably be weird to sit and hold her hand. 

When she turns back to Morgan after telling the group her name, Bucky catches Sam staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and Wanda too. The duo are standing in similar stances, arms crossed over their chests with their eyebrows raised at his actions. When Morgan has pulled her teacher out of ear-shot, Sam turns to Wanda and takes her hand before dramatically mimicking Bucky. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he chirps in a lovesick voice, and Wanda gasps as she places her hand over her heart. “Oh, Bucky!” She adds, and Bucky can feel himself blushing as he pushes past both of them to catch up with Tony and Morgan. 

He tries not to smile as he hears their laughter trailing behind him. 

When they catch back up with Morgan, she is proudly standing beside her artwork as Tony is bent down to take a picture of her beside it. 

Bucky smiles, shifting the bouquet of flowers he still holds from one hand to the other as he watches the scene. 

His heart stops though, when he sees the drawing.

 It’s… Him. 

Morgan drew him. 

He remembers the picture the drawing is supposed to resemble, remembers standing very still as Morgan tried to figure out how to use her new kids camera. She had yelled “Don’t move!” each time he tried to shift his weight so that his knees weren’t locked for too long. 

“She was prompted to draw someone she looks up to,” he hears quietly beside him, and the voice of the art teacher pulls him from his thoughts. Bucky turns to her in disbelief, and he sees that she is smiling up at him. 

“I think she picked a pretty good subject for that prompt,” she adds, and Bucky can feel his breathing becoming shallow as he holds back tears. 

He slowly walks over to the drawing to get a better look, and he sinks to his knees, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek. 

“Uncle Bucky! Why are you crying?” Morgan asks beside him, and all he can do is wrap her in his arms, dropping the flowers on the floor as he squeezes her to him. She giggles but wraps her arms around him too, before wiggling in his grasp to reach for the flowers on the floor. 

“Here, give these to my teacher, they’re her favorite!” She whispers in his ear and he nods. This kid could have asked for a trip to the moon and Bucky would have built the rocket himself. 

He quickly wipes the tear off of his cheek, turning to take a picture with Morgan beside the artwork at Tony’s request before standing and listening to Morgan’s teacher as she begins to speak. 

“I know you probably already know this, but Morgan is very advanced for her age. Most of the other students in her class completed this project in a day, but Morgan worked on this for a few class periods. She even drew from observation, using a picture she brought in. I don’t normally teach that until fourth grade.” 

A moment of silence passed as the group of Avengers stood in awe of the little girl before them. 

“Here, let me take your picture together before you go,” she offers, and Tony gladly hands his phone over to her. The group bends down around the artwork, making sure to keep it, and the artist, in the center. 

“Thank you all for coming,” she adds, as she hands the phone back to Tony, who in turn thanks her before leading the group back out of the building. 

Bucky stands still, watching for a moment as Morgan turns around to wink at Bucky, gesturing to the flowers in his hand. 

Her plan was in motion. 

“Bucky? Is everything okay?” He hears behind him and he turns to see the art teacher, standing with her hands clasped in front of her, a small look of concern sewn into her eyebrows as they arch together. 

“Yes. Sorry, um, I think these are for you. Your favorites, so I’ve heard.” Bucky states as he hands the bouquet over to her. Her face lights up at the gift, and Bucky smiles as their fingers ghost over each other as the bouquet is exchanged. 

“Oh, thank you. And tell Morgan I said thank you as well.” 

Bucky nods and starts to walk away, but finds himself stopping and turning back to the art teacher, who is already looking at him. 

“Hey,” they start at the same time and Bucky laughs as he nervously slips his hands into his pockets. 

“Would you wanna, grab some coffee some time, or something?” He rushes out, and the smile that erupts on her face makes Bucky’s heart speed up. 

“Yes!” She squeaks out, and her excitement catches both of them off guard. “I mean, yes,” she adds, composing herself, which makes Bucky laugh again. 

“Here,” she starts, pulling a pen hanging off her lanyard into her hands and balancing the flowers under her arm. 

She gestures for Bucky’s hand and he holds it out to her. She glances up to him and he blushes again, quickly pulling off the glove. She smiles and grabs his hand, clicking the pen as she carefully holds his palm open to write her number down. 

She pats it gently when she’s done. 

“Just… text me, okay?” She whispers, smiling up at him before releasing his hand to turn to a parent who’s just walked up, flowers still held in her right hand.

---

The ride back to the compound is relatively quiet, until Morgan catches her Uncle Bucky looking at a string of numbers written on his hand. 

She taps his shoulder and he looks at her as she gestures for him to lean down so she can whisper in his ear, “My plan worked! You’re welcome,” before leaning back against her seat, arms crossed and a look of satisfaction playing on her lips.

[btsficsforthehumble]

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Six

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.3k

The next day, you purposely run a little later than you normally would. You don’t know if you could endure another session of Taehyung being an actual menace at 9 o’clock in the morning. So, you take extra time to add some light makeup and pick out a pink checkered dress with a cream cardigan, and step out feeling cute, caffeinated, thanks to your morning coffee, and ready to tackle Calculus.

As you walk into the mostly full classroom, you naturally head to the spot you’ve stayed the last couple classes. This time however, you keep an eye out for Seokjin. Spotting him on the far side of the room, you send him a quick smile. Once he sees, he’s quick to send you one back with a nod.

He seems like a bit of a loner, you notice, with all of the other students engaged in hushed conversations around him, but with him seemingly content to lean on his head on his hand and stare off until class starts. He is strikingly handsome in a classical way that’s impossible to deny, which you suppose is intimidating. Coupled with him also being an older student in the class, it seems he creates a bubble around him that he himself is oblivious to.

You make eye contact with Hoseok as you head to your seat, to which he gives you a large toothy smile and a cute wave. You couldn’t hold the smile off of your own face if you tried, so you gave him a beaming grin with your own wave to accompany it.

Two seats behind Hoseok was the before-mentioned menace. His smile towards you was significantly less innocent. He was leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out far enough to be underneath your own seat, with his arms crossed. He seemed to be saying, “I’m too cool to be here.” After doing a judgmental scan of his posture, you raise an eyebrow and take your seat, and set your back firmly to him in hopes he’d get the message you didn’t want to be messed with today.

By some stroke of luck, your professor walks in almost immediately after your butt hits the seat. Pulling out your notebook, you steel yourself for the next hour of lecture in which you were refusing to let yourself get distracted. Even if Hoseok offered to study with you, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him by being clueless and then being a complete dead weight.

----

After another grueling class, you have to admit your fears about being dead weight feel closer to reality than what you’d want. In hindsight, you were really glad you took Hoseok’s offer to study. Well, if you were being honest with yourself, there was no way you’d turn that down even if you were a complete master at calculus. Hoseok is so bright and charming, and you feel drawn to him in the way flowers face the sun. He had such a happy and kind energy, that you have no doubt makes people from all walks of life love him.

Regardless of the boy’s personality, you are thankful for the fact that you had someone willing to help you with your least favorite subject. You need it.

You stand, and Hoseok soon follows. He turns to both you and Taehyung, “Are you both still good to study tonight? I know I need a review!” He lets out a laugh.

Taehyung answers before you get the chance. “Yeah, me too. Cafe Persona, right?”

You were a little surprised at his serious attitude. You hadn’t seen him act like he cared about anything, including his calculus grade, in the short time you’ve known him.

“Yep! Does that work? Y/n, are you still free tonight?” Hoseok answers, now looking at you expectantly.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, that works!”

“Great! Does seven sound okay?” Hoseok looks between you and Taehyung, causing you to glance at the other boy too. Taehyung was leaning with his hip to the edge of the chair, and ankles crossed with a straight look on his face. He balances relaxed and focused, and you can’t help but be intrigued by his attitude shift. He almost seemed like a different person from yesterday.

“Yep!”

“That works.”

You and Taehyung answer at the same time, causing Hoseok to grin at both of you. “Great! See you guys then!” Hoseok waves at you both before making his way out of the classroom, leaving you and Taehyung alone.

You give him an apprehensive look, waiting for him to say something flirty. Seeing the look, he gives you an understanding smile, seemingly not in the mood to mess with you. Slightly relieved, but honestly a little worried for him, you grab your back and go to leave. You pause, and look over your shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” You surprise yourself as you speak. He has managed to worm himself into your heart at least slightly, it appears.

He looks up from his bent over position and gives you a small look of surprise, apparently just as bewildered by your words as you. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep well after working on a project last night,” he explains.

You tilt your head to the side, now curious. You’ve never really thought about his life --- his major, year, anything. “What is the project for?” you ask.

“A sculpture class. It fulfills a requirement for art history majors.”

You aren’t going to lie, him being artistic and into history made you more attracted to him. That major fit him well, from what you have seen. He dresses in baggy clothes, usually in neutral palettes, and instead of him looking messy, he makes everything he wears look sophisticated in a way that not many people are able to do.

You say with complete honesty, “That’s actually really cool. It makes sense for you.”

Now standing, he gives you a genuine smile. “Thanks, I really enjoy it. What about you, then?”

You divert your eyes, not wanting to admit you hadn’t chosen yet. “I actually am undecided…” you admit.

“Ah, well, life is long. You’ll figure it out. You’re smart.” His eyes hold yours as you speak, shining with sincerity.

You couldn’t help the blood rushing to your cheeks. You could tell that he really meant what he had said, not just saying it to be polite.

“Thank you, Taehyung… I hope you're right.” You glance down to your phone, breaking eye contact. It was a bit too intense for you. When you saw the time, you nearly jumped. You were close to being late for your next class.

“I’m running late, I’ll see you later!” you call over your shoulder, already hustling to leave the room. You hear him call out a bye as you leave, and feel his eyes following you until you get out of sight. He definitely left you with more complicated feelings towards him than what you had anticipated. But, that’s to think about another time --- you need to haul ass to get to Intro to Comp.

You make your way across campus surprisingly fast, dodging dozens of students who seemed to be less rushed than you. Nearly winded, you arrive just as the clock reaches the hour and the professor seems ready to begin. Embarrassed at the eyes on you as you walk in, you make your way to Jimin who you see sitting near the back as fast as you can without looking strange. You knew your face was red from the exertion and the embarrassment.

He laughed at your predicament as soon as you got close, and cleared the stuff of the seat he was saving for you.

“Shut up!” you whisper yell at him, but a smile breaks out on your face at his wide smile that showcased a just slightly crooked tooth. His eyes disappeared into crescent shapes at the force of his full cheeks lifting.

Once he calms down, and the lecture begins in relative peace, he leans over to you to speak without being overheard. “The LA was staring at you when you walked in, you know? His eyes never left you until you sat down.” He gives a conspiratorial grin.

“What? No way.” You give him an incredulous look. The LA seemed broadly disinterested --- disinterested in the class, disinterested in people, disinterested in you.

“I only noticed because I was watching him before you walked in,” Jimin admits with a giggle.

“He probably was just looking at me since I came in late, that’s all,” you justified.

Jimin raises a brow at you. “I guess we’ll see then, won’t we.” His eyes travel down the length of your torso and back up again, before giving you a smirk.

“Oh God. Whatever you are thinking, please don’t,” you whine.

He just widens his grin in response. Between Taehyung and Jimin, you felt that you’ve reached your mischief quota for the year already. You let your eyes slide shut and groan quietly.

----

“Come on y/n, don’t worry. I just have to ask him a question!” Jimin giggles, failing to hide his evil intentions. He wants to drag you up to have a quick chat with your broody LA, currently standing idle at the front of the room, watching the students filter out of the lecture hall.

“Sunbae if you do something embarrassing you owe me a drink,” you groan out. “Please, please be normal.”

“Don’t worry,” he draws out with a smile. A villainous smile, may you add. And with that, he drags you down the rows of chairs to the front of the room, stopping just short of Yoongi.

You hover slightly behind Jimin’s shoulder, wanting to leave but not wanting to abandon your friend. Yoongi looks back and forth between you and Jimin, and settles back on you, making you bristle slightly. It didn’t help that he had a delicate frown marring his features.

Jimin’s cheery voice quickly penetrates the awkward silence. “Hi, Yoongi right? My name’s Jimin! I was wondering if for the first project, we had to have a bridge structure? Or if we could use a double chorus maybe? Doctor Choi didn’t specify in class today.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Jimin. “For the first project, use the traditional structure. Choi will grade you harsher if he thinks you’re a try-hard,” he gruffly answers.

“Hm, I see. I can be a bit overzealous at times, when I’m interested in something,” Jimin replies, this time in a much lower pitch. You watch his eyes roam Yoongi’s figure as he speaks, not bothering to disguise his interest.

“Can’t we all.” Yoongi’s voice is somehow even gruffer than before. And this time, he is staring straight at you as he replies.

Jimin notices, and gives a knowing smirk your direction. “Thanks Yoongi, see you next class!” Jimin sing-songs with a smile. He grabs your wrist, leading you out of the auditorium.

It’s a good thing he does, because your brain was short-circuiting after that interaction. You feel like a deer in the headlights, and nearly stumble as you try to keep pace with Jimin.

As soon as you walk out of the building, Jimin lets out a cackle, bending over from it’s force. “I told you! He definitely thinks you're hot, I mean, did you see the way he was looking at you? He looked like he wanted to eat you right there and then!” He lets out another loud laugh at his words.

You could feel your cheeks flaming. “Ugh, what the hell was that! Why’d you even say that to him! YOU were the one trying to eat HIM!” you yell slightly, waving your arms like a crazy person.

His laughter only gets louder at your response. “I wanted to test a theory! While I wish I was wrong and he wanted a piece of me, he only had eyes for you, darling.” His laughter died down slightly. “You look really pretty today, I don’t blame him,” he adds. His gaze turns slightly wistful, but it only lasts a second before he skips over to you and links your arms.

“That’s no reason to do all of that! You’re so embarrassing, sunbae!” You look up at him, giving him your best pout.

He pulls you closer, forcing your face to rest against his shoulder slightly. “Ah, the hot LA thinks you're cute! This is a win, my dear.” He gives a smirk down at you.

“I don’t know if that’s it. He seems kind of mean… maybe he’s just socially awkward or something,” you guess.

Jimin tilts his head, and says, “Maybe. Either way I know I had fun, your blush is too cute.” He gives you another mischievous grin.

You roll your eyes, and reach in your bag to check your phone. You needed to get some work done before your meeting with Hoseok and Taehyung.

Seeing the time, you quickly unlink your arms from Jimin’s and go to say goodbye. You want to have enough time to run though some practice problems before you go later, and you knew it was going to take you a while. It seems the time was causing you to have to cut all your conversations short today, unfortunately.

“Bye sunbae, I have to go. Oh, and you owe me a drink!” you declare.

He gives you a pout of his own at your leaving, but is quick to transform into a wide grin at your reminder.

“This weekend!” he calls as you start backing up. You roll your eyes in response, and turn around to walk in the direction of your apartment. It was time to grind out some work, and not think of the weird interactions with boys that had happened today.