#I drew some cute art in it and I look forward to sharing

[fountainpenguin]

Obsessed with the size difference between Hadley and Dale. Both in terms of height and weight. Hadley being only 4' 10' makes her husband look like a giant next to her.

lanky x stocky 💕💕

Have this sketch I did of them.

SKLDFJSLDFJSLKDFJSD I know, right?? Dimmadome x Leadly family genes, my beloved... They are plotting to open another business front that is definitely unrelated to the Dimmadome State Sport of money laundering.

They have such fun silhouettes and you captured that so well; thank you for this gift. They look soft... <3

[doumadono]

emergency request!!

hello, im here to please ask for a izukuxfem!reader where its just about their relationship and how they go on cute dates and stuff.

cause next year im 20 and im kinda sad i wont experience teenage love </3

Sweet date - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: teenage love can be a unique and memorable experience, but remember that love knows no age limits. You have so many wonderful moments and relationships ahead of you as you enter your 20s. Each phase of life brings its own special kind of love and growth. Cherish the memories you've created and look forward to the exciting adventures and connections that lie ahead❤️

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Izuku Midoriya and you had a relationship unlike any other. What started as a chance encounter at a coffee shop had blossomed into something extraordinary. Your bond was built on mutual admiration, shared dreams, and a profound understanding of each other.

One weekend, Izuku surprised you with an invitation to an art gallery. As you wandered through the exhibition, you couldn't help but be amazed by his deep appreciation for the artwork. Izuku had a natural talent for understanding the emotions and stories behind the paintings, and he eagerly shared his insights with you.

One particular painting caught your attention - a vibrant, abstract piece that seemed to capture the essence of their relationship. Izuku gazed at it thoughtfully and said, "It reminds me of us, how our feelings and experiences blend into something beautiful and unique."

You smiled and took his hand, feeling your connection grow even stronger. After the gallery, you went to a cozy café for some tea. The two of you sat by the window, engaging in deep conversations about your aspirations, your favorite books, and your dreams for the future.

Izuku's passion for heroism shone through as he talked about his training and his desire to make the world a better place. You admired his determination and unwavering commitment, and you knew that he'd achieve great things.

As the day continued, you decided to visit a botanical garden, another one of Izuku's favorite places. He loved observing the various types of plants and was even growing a small collection of his own at home. He proudly showed you his potted plants, explaining how each one had a unique personality and needed special care.

As the day drew to a close, you found yourselves sitting on a park bench, watching the stars appear in the night sky.

Izuku turned to you and said, "You're like a guiding star in my life. With you, I feel like I can accomplish anything." His earnestness and sincerity warmed your heart, and you knew that your connection was something truly extraordinary.

In the quiet of the night, you shared a kiss under the starry sky, cherishing the uniqueness of your relationship. Your bond was like a rare masterpiece, a beautiful work of art that continued to evolve and inspire both of you with each passing day.

[shelbyshoe]

Real People

(Unedited Aeon Drabble)

Inspired by this art and this song.

"Sometimes, I don't feel real." Leon leaned back in the worn brown couch. His hand choked the neck of the bottle of wine they'd been sharing and balanced it on his knee.

His eyes had grown distant, lost somewhere she couldn't be. Ada reached out to gently extract the bottle from his grasp. The contents were mostly depleted anyway. He blinked away whatever thought plagued him when she took it.

"You look real to me," she said and tipped back the bottle to her lips.

"You know what I mean," he said. In his intoxicated state the words ran together in a cute way. But it was telling that his conviction seeped through. His brows drew together and he sank deeper into the seat.

The sad truth was that she did know what he meant. Real people didn't do what they did.

The two of them hid the truth from the world in the dark with the monsters. She'd been at it so long that she'd forgotten what the light felt like. Leon, on the other hand, was so close he could touch the warm rays of sun but never walk into it.

She wondered which was worse. To never know what it is to be free of monsters, or to have peace only for it to be taken away. The thought made her head hurt, or maybe that was the wine.

Ada leaned over the settee and picked up another wine bottle from the abandoned crate. The dust whipped into the air and made her sneeze.

"Bless you," Leon said and reached out his hand for the wine.

"Thanks. I got this one." She fumbled the corkscrew and worked to open the bottle. It proved harder with every bottle they finished. The cork came out with a loud pop and she held it to allow the contents to breathe.

They sat in silence with empty heads and warm chests filled with libations. She eyed their holsters and weapons that they'd taken off in a truce, a gentle reprieve after a long mission.

"I'm tired," she said. She was tired in the way an old dog was tired, and in Leon's soft laugh she heard it too.

"I've been saying that for years." He reached for the bottle and she pulled it away.

"Not yet," she said. He fixed his eyes on her as if willing her to give it to him anyway. When she didn't, Leon attempted to stand but merely slid down the seat and onto the floor in front of the couch.

Ada laughed from the fumble. Once she started she couldn't stop. Leon's shocked face kept her laughing. She held her stomach and leaned forward in a fit. He sat silent and still on the dusty floor as she calmed.

"Leon, where is your shirt?" She attempted to contain her amusement but felt it slip out anyway.

He peered down at his exposed chest beneath his brown leather jacket and began to laugh himself.

"I don't know." His laughter as boisterous as her own rattled around inside the run down building.

She'd never heard such a genuine laugh from him. She stamped down the part of her that said she'd kept him from it. Ada took a long drink of wine and held up the bottle for Leon to see.

"Want some?" She slurred. His hand fell when Ada stood up and moved to the couch beside him.

"What are you going to do? Pour it in my mouth?"

"Lean back then." Ada held up the bottle and watched a lazy smile form on Leon's beautiful lips. He obediently leaned his head back against her lap and opened his mouth like a baby bird.

Ada tipped the bottle over to pour a steady stream of red wine into his mouth. They barely contained their laughter as her intoxicated state failed her, and a trickle of wine slid down the side of his face and down his neck. She righted the bottle and waited for him to swallow.

"Your aim needs work," he laughed. The more he laughed the more she laughed. They were like children before the world left them bruised and weary.

How many didn't even have a chance to feel that? Long gone like the city in the mountains. Ghosts that haunted them, some cherished allies and some forgotten foes.

It was a little break, a small breath until the next thing. But the next thing didn't matter right now. Just the comfort of another and the warmth of alcohol.

"Ada?" Leon lifted an arm to run his thumb along her cheek. He pulled away with damp fingers and a concerned expression. She ran a hand through his light hair and brushed it further out of his face.

And he remained still for her. She found herself bold enough to run her fingers through it and gently brush his cheek. Wine made his skin sticky. His handsome face flushed in the dim light.

Ada leaned down to tenderly press her lips against his. He softened to her and allowed her to do what she wanted. His fingers slid into her hair, and he groaned when she coaxed his lips apart.

Leon's mouth was hot and tasted of shared wine by firelight. He became more assured and pressed her head down to take her deeper, tongue her soft palette as if she were sweeter than wine.

He kissed like a man enraptured with the spoils of life. She kissed like it were her last.

Ada cupped his face as she pulled away. His warm breath brushed against her skin. His hooded blue's gazed back. If she allowed herself to feel like this more often, would it be easier to put into words how his presence made her ache?

"I feel real," Ada said.

"Me too," Leon replied.

[tastescomics]

Heyo! This might be long but I wanted to share my appreciation for the comics and characters you've made😁 I stumbled upon a couple of your characters a while ago and I found their kinky situations cute and interesting. I finally had enough free time this past weekend to sit down and finally get all caught up on the series and wow that was very fun! Your art style was very appealing throughout. You can really make your guys cute/handsome with unique personalities to boot! I had a great time reading it all.

I have to say, I really liked Cole, especially as the relationship between him and Token escalated. And yes, I know, *wags finger* "naughty cole. Toxic boy" but sometimes those characters are just so interesting to see and I really wasn't expecting to like him as much as I did😅 I can't wait to hear/see more of him if he makes a return. Alongside that, I really loved Token's character design. I don't know how you managed to capture his big personality so well in his appearance but you did it and I just loved reading every chapter he was in! Sebastian's punishment is what made me blush and drew me in in the first place and now I'm extremely interested in how this turns out for the big guy. We got to see a lot of him in stolen tastes but I feel that's just the surface and I'm looking forward to chapter 2 of Dristrict 96! Finally, I really enjoyed the different relationships you explored throughout. It's very nice to see loving ones right next to the toxic ones. I certainly like reading me some toxic kinky relationships but as a fat woman myself, it's really nice to also read respectful, wholesome stories between two people.

Haha, hope that wasn't too much but I wanted to share while it was fresh on my mind. You've put in so much hard work into this series and it really shines through! Thanks so much for sharing this with everyone. It certainly improved my days and I look forward to any art in the future!🥰

Hey, hey, I love Cole too. In a 'I hate you so fucking much I never wanna meet you IRL you warped man' kinda way lol. He's really hard to get my head into so the challenge is fun >:0 (And yes, he will be returning~)

Yes with Seb as well. His story along with those in it was pretty surface level stuff. I can't wait to explore him more x)

You gotta have that balance though, comforting love, toxic 'romance', deep friendships, the rivals- I need all the flavors >:0 !!

Stick around and find out what I've got planned, thank you for all your kind words and thoughts! I'm not stopping anytime soon c:<

[meiko3323]

Father-Son Bonding WIP

finally got around to starting my entry for my hoyo-friends DTIYS event! :D

btw their name is @KinohCanYouNot , please go check them out and mb drop a follow too! they post some very cute art of several genshin couples and their oc kiddos, as well as their lore. the one i drew is Cynaris son Ori.

when i saw their DTIYS announcement for him, at first i thought ooh i should draw Ori wearing Cynos head-piece, thatd be cool! but then recalled a Collei fanart i saw of the same concept and figured thatd be too similar. then i randomly remembered this cute tumblr post abt a father sharing his tcg hobby w his daughter and it all just clicked into place ^^

im really looking forward to finishing this, hopefully tonight when i get off work :3

sidenote: i should really invest in a ruler, having to use random boxes or folded paper to make straight lines is a bit annoying =w=

[wackysach]

Man, can you tell me why every character you draw has to be so beautiful?!?! Seriously, your style is one of my favorites and as soon as I saw your Warren my first reaction was:

('cause I'm such a big sipm of him) (and I love his hair so much) Anyway! I couldn't help myself and had to draw my lampnold fanchild Starlight in your style hope you like it ❤️ I also drew Warren but I'll send it to you some other time when I draw my oc.

duuuuude, holy crud you're too sweet ! 😭 i can't stand warren at all but i'm flattered that you at least find him decent-looking in my style.

also STARLIGHT- she's so adorable. like, she's genuinely one of the best fanchild designs i've ever seen. there's so many tiny, meaningful details (especially the star/heart motifs and the glowing antennae) that i can tell a lot of work went into her design. you've got some mad character design skills 👍 also the fact you drew this traditionally and still managed to make it look so smooth is awesome. you nailed this ! this made my day, man. i don't draw other people's characters a lot, but damn- 😂 she's too cute to pass up:

super happy to have inspired you. 💫💙 thanks for sharing your art with me. i look forward to whatever else you have to show me in the future !

[fate-inspiration]

Back with a few questions, if that's okay ^^ "some fools think that Gilart fans like violins" do you mean that they think we don't know it's actually not a super wholesome, uwu sorta ship (lol)? Also I'm very intrigued by your concept of a GilAlter- if I were to accept one (I think it's contrary to the essence of Gil's character for a GilAlter to exist,but.), I think I'd like your version best- "he turned to his divine blood and not his human side.".

Super last thing, if you still feel like answering questions. I'm curious: would you feel comfortable sharing your shipper story? Like why drew you to GilArt, which of these 2 characters do you resonate with more, etc? And what do you think of CasGil and Lion King Arturia (personally, I love that ship -so grateful for zoro's art- and any and all combos, like Casgil x default Arturia)? Thanks!

I just realized the mistake, but it's even worse than the violins, I was talking about the rape. They think that Gilart's fans like rapes because in fsn route fate, Gil plans to rape Arturia.

(Of course, for the connoisseurs, we all know Gilgamesh's state of mind in this route).

Thanks for choosing my version of Gilalter. I had already thought about him a long time ago and I can say that he will be horrible. But I didn't really think about if he will be interested in Arturia, maybe he will.

Aaaah, I fell in love with this ship. I already knew the name of the Fate license, but I never managed to watch the 2004 (2006?) anime version because it was ugly XD (I was a teenager at that time)

So I was convinced to watch Fate/Zero very late, in 2018. And I was not disappointed, it's a good way to discover the license. I fell in love with the ship at the end of the series when Gil proposes Arturia. It came out of nowhere and Gil didn't really put his best side forward and I didn't notice the moments where he praised Saber. Since I didn't know the stories of the fsn, I guess it was like an arrow in the heart XD. I think the most important thing was the sincerity of Gil in that moment. It seemed like a whim, but when you think about it, not at all and he was making the effort to force her to accept, when in principle, if it was insignificant, he wouldn't have even asked her.

So after that, I did some research and research. I never watched fsn, because I didn't want to see a SaberxShirou and I didn't have the opportunity to play the game yet, but I watched almost everything related to the license, just to have a little official moment between Gil and Arturia. (I was unfortunately very disappointed XD Arturia became a worldwide waifu, same for Gil, because even if he's an asshole, everybody loves him. So I concluded that they couldn't put them together to mix them. Probably because it would break the fantasy, I'm not sure). Then I turned to Fanfictions, I found my little happiness, even reading the most horrible stories XD, it was not serious, I had my dose. And I started to draw humans again just to be able to draw them, and I was very happy.

For the other versions... Arturia Lancer is a problem for me because of the Fanservice. It goes from a small flat woman to a big disproportionate woman, I don't like it at all. I mean, it's impossible XD. And she is presented as someone more mature and rational than Saber when Saber is this King Arthur at the end of his life in the license. So to see Lancer made my heart ache because it's like denying her true self.

After other people will probably not agree with me XD.

I have less of a problem with Gilcaster because it's just an older version of Archer, but technically they're still the same. It's just a shame that he references Lion King more than Saber. But I like that he loves Saber Lily in Carnival XD.

I love Saber Alter. But I modified it for myself and I think others like my version.

And Lily is cute. (With Ko-Gil it's the little extra)

I don't look too much at the other versions, for example the Caster version, I haven't had the chance to know it yet. But I don't think I like her, I think she's a distorted version of Saber, but I'll wait until I get a chance to read her story to be sure.

(but I'll gladly ship Arturia saber with all the Gil XD)

[mysticmorningstar]

hihii! im mimi! and i’m here for ur free readings. could i pls have a reading on what cute things my first/future girlfriend will do w me? if not anything that comes up about her like her personality and our dynamic anything like that! i have never dated anyone before for context but i have had crushes and heartbreak and things never seem to really go my way romantically.. so i’m really just wanting smth to look forward to atp lol 😭 tysm in advance 🫶

hi mimi! for you i'm seeing red roses? i don't know why, an image of a blonde girl holding red roses as she waits for the bus just popped into my head. nevertheless, here is your spread:

for some reason one million oracle cards popped out for you so i'd better cut right to the chase.

with the three of wands and the fool, i'm seeing that this girl is really, really excited to start a new chapter of her life with you. with the six of cups in reverse representing independence, i'm seeing she might even want to move in with you very quickly. but with the two of wands in reverse, i'm getting that she doesn't want to admit this to you, like she fears that you won't want the same thing. that being said, the star is a generally very positive and sweet card, representing healing and positivity, so i'm getting that this person is really bubbly and optimistic and full of curiosity, joy, and love. basically, you got yourself a golden retriever girlfriend. i also heard "stargazing" so maybe one or both of you really loves astrology or just outer space in general.

the overall energy of your reading is kind of unfortunate with the nine of wands in reverse- you won't feel satisfied with the amount of affection you receive from her. but the star card is also a card of hope and renewal, so there might still be hope here for a line of communitcation to open up between you two so that both your needs are met.

with the oracle cards, i'm getting kind of a storyline in which your relationship faces trials and tribulations but they are in fact overcome with the phoenix card. the trials likely come from one or both of you having trauma of some kind, and being avoidant because of it. but with the security and fulfillment cards coming out, i am starting to see a bit more of a happy ending here. and with the creation and manifestation card, i'm seeing that maybe you've manifested this person or maybe you drew this person in with your energy. with creation popping out you might also both be really creative, or maybe one of your shared activities is creating something together (e.g. art, film, content, etc.)

i also feel it's important to mention that the golden retriever energy might actually be coming from you. i'm getting that one of you is standoffish and a bit cold, and one of you is bright and cheery. like a sun and moon dynamic. take whatever resonates.

thank you for your question! i hope this reading was helpful.

[thisfairytalegonebad]

there is just something about having a job that makes your brain not want to think about fictional little guys anymore, but apparently it can come back after a while!

i've actually been more consistent about doing art than about writing (i still don't do it very frequently though. i usually try to draw something every couple months). to be fair, there is a lot of art that never sees the light of day because i'm not happy with how it's going. and i'm still a lot better at editing existing images than i am at making something from scratch

actually like two weeks ago i found the folder of art of the ffxv boys i drew on that camping trip three years ago, and while i think that they look a bit wonky, i'm still kinda proud of them

i saw that you left a comment! i'll have to remember to reply to it!

one of these days i'll have to play ffvii (probably the original because of hardware limitations). i hear that it's good, but more importantly i need to finally learn what the deal with that cloud guy is

Absolutely horrible, hate it! Not only does having a job take away way too much of your free time, it also makes you stop thinking about your blorbos.... how many more sacrifices do we have to make?! It's great when it comes back though, god knows working life is much, much nicer when you can rotate some blorbos to pass the time.

Oh man, that's so cool, good for you on actually actively doing something to improve your art, that's amazing and I'm really proud of you <3 And I still think of those ffxv artpieces very fondly, they were lovely and I appreciated you sharing them with me so much!

Tbh I wasn't a huge fan of the original ffvii, but that was mostly due to gameplay reasons, I just couldn't get into the combat system and the character models were... well, it's a game from 1997 and it shows. The story was pretty neat, though I'm definitely looking forward to playing the story again in the form of the remake with a combat system that actually lets me run around (although they changed some stuff in the story and are probably gonna change quite some more things in the next two remake installments). But yeah, Cloud, Cloud is lovely, he's a very messed up emo boy, not at all the type of boy I go for most of the time but by god, I adore him. He's very cute. And very fucked up, needs a hug very badly. I mainly got into the whole thing because I played remake and was like "well now I really wanna read some fanfics where he fuckin suffers" because that's how we do things round here

[yourultraarchive]

Hi, archivist here, I decided to put your submission under a readmore instead of replying afterward like I usually do, due to mentions of potentially triggering topics. Again like I mentioned with the other post, thank you for your submission and putting more detail into your character profile, but I’m marking this as a WIP since just posting OC character art isn’t the point of the submission box–I encourage you to read the About page/FAQ and check out the templates since you have a very fleshed out character and some art already, so I look forward to seeing you in the archive!

PS. About the asks you sent me after the first submissions: I know you sent this post in earlier, but understand that this blog runs on a queue, and only posts once daily. As anons can’t be responded to privately, your questions could take days to be answered/posted as they would only pop up once the queue is through. I recommend getting a tumblr account if you don’t have one, or if you do have one, making one specifically for your OCs to DM me if you have any questions that need to be answered straight away. Thanks!

Marla Pickleson:

Giga Roy and Pink Heart Girl (Roy and Marla Jerome Pickleson)

Giga Roy: Actual name: Roy Quirk: Fist Punch and Smoke Age: 15 Allies: Ross and Robert Relationship: Marla Pickleson (Girlfriend) Strength: Protecting citizens from Villians Weakness: Anger Issues Likes: Hanging out with friends and spending time with Marla Dislikes: Bad people trying to get Marla’s Attention [Including Charles] Hobbies: Singing, Writing, Reading, Baking and Drawing Aliases: “Dude.” (From Ross) Nickname: Big Guy, Big Boy or Babe (From Marla)

Pink Heart Girl: Age: 14 Quirk: Cuteness Overload and Love Interest Relationship: Kevin Kandy (Adopted), Her friends, etc. Allies: Robert and WordGirlRush1992 (Grangris in a Jar) Strength: Motivation and loves being cute Weakness: negative things and giving up Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, Dancing, Baking and Animating Likes: socializing and spending time with Roy (Boyfriend) Dislikes: Being harmed, getting bullied and sometimes bad people catching her attention Aliases: Baby, Cutie Pie, Babe or Chick (From Roy) Nickname: Girl with happy hearts

This is the first time I ever drew these characters in Spooky Month Minus. (Roy’s from Spooky Month of course) Marla is my puffball oc character I drew from a long time ago. It’s a story about two teenagers trying to deal with the dark pasts they have in their backstory. Roy was being abused by his Uncle, and never had any friends to talk too.. Marla was harmed and pushed away by her ex boyfriend named Charles Robinson. He planned to cheat on her by getting a new girlfriend, and managed to leave her out of the existence…. however, they finally met and he never liked her the first time they meet. They became friends after they got to know each other a lot! On the day of Friday, Roy and Marla has found the experience of true love… they both shared their stories of cold blooded memories, and finally made a connection to combine their feelings between him and marla. And together, they’re the cute and the heroic duos to work together, and save the symbol of peace! (I hope my stories made sense to you… :P)

[fanmoose12]

Prompt Idea: Levi and Hange reacting to their kid bringing home kindergarten drawings that are just the freakiest shit. Bat-faced monsters with giant fangs and milky white eyes, dragons with multiple heads spewing fire in all directions, some two-legged elephant crossed with a hyena with a plasma cannon for an arm. And their kid is just grinning cutely all the while.

"Gorgeous! Superb! A masterpiece!"

"Four-eyes," voice lowered to a whisper, Levi sneakily tugged at his partner's arm, pulling Hange back from their kid, "Stop with the praises, this drawing is awful."

"I beg to differ!" Hange protested, rather loudly, with finger pointed up in the air, "The proportions are quite realistic, the shading is amazing and the style!" she continued to gush, kneeling down to ruffle their daughter's hair. "The style is original and so full of creativity! And it looks so pretty too!"

Levi threw another critical look at the drawing that their daughter Helena had brought home. With a sigh, he kneeled next to his Hange. "It's a monstrosity," he mumbled, careful not to let Helena hear. "We really shouldn't encourage this type of drawings."

"My daughter will be an artist!" Hange cried out, seemingly deaf to his words. She threw her hands around Helena, pressing the girl to her chest. "Ah, I'm so proud of you, baby!"

"Hange." Not caring about appearing nice anymore, Levi dragged his partner away from his daughter. He turned the TV on and once Helena was within their earshot and too engrossed in the cartoon that was playing there, he continued, "She drew a picture of me slaying our neighbor with a blade. In vivid details."

"You hate Zeke anyway," Hange waved him off. "Besides, Helena is just expressing herself. We can't scold her for that."

He hated - oh, how he hated when Hange was right. Unfortunately for him, she almost always was.

But he wouldn't be himself if he just let her have the last word.

"If you're so dead set on letting her express herself," he emphasized the last words, lips curling in displease, "Do try to convince Helena that she shouldn't show her art to other kids. She scared some boy today. And I got scolded by a teacher."

Hange burst out laughing, definitely imagining the look on his face during the conversation with a teacher. "She so takes after me," she said, wiping at her eyes.

"Then you'll be the one speaking with the teacher next time. Your genes - your responsibility."

That earned Levi another giggle and and an arm wrapping itself around his waist. "She takes after you as well, my dear. Just look at Helena's height."

Comparing his height to the height of a kindergartener? Levi hoped Helena wouldn't adopt Hange's sense of humor. Their shared love for everything hideous was already a blow to his sanity.

Not that Levi could actually complain. As weird as his family obviously was, he wasn't that much different. And he loved his two abnormals more than life itself.

"Hurry up," making sure that Helena was distracted with a cartoon, Levi stole a quick kiss from Hange. Then, before she could start teasing him, he pushed her forward, in the direction of kitchen. "The dinner is ready, help me set the table. And after that," he caught Hange's eyes, "You'll teach our daughter how to draw something less violent."

[cssns]

Get to Know Me 2022!

Today we have @romanceapologist​ ! Welcome to the event, darling! 

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

Since last year around April (my favourite author is a major Hooker, so, after seeing about 10 gifs, I found myself watching the show and subsequently entering the fandom) 

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

Before even watching the show, honestly. I saw the wedding episode when it aired and, thought, hey, they're cute. I also thought the show must be very weird since everyone was singing, but, as soon as I watched the show and saw their first meeting, I was hooked. Pun totally intended. I also love enemies-to-lovers, so, yup, Captain Swan quickly became something I just adored. 

What drew you to this event?

The stories and art from previous years seemed amazing and I thought it would be fun - I also had a story idea on the back-burner so that helped. 

What inspired your topic?

A dream, to be honest. I frequently have weird dreams and this one was about a pirate ship and the ghost of a sea captain who lived on board, so, as soon as I woke up, one thing led to another and I was 200 words in. 

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

"There was something about the storms that washed over Storybrooke’s shores that made Emma keenly aware the ship that sat on the harbors edge. Although not normally a superstitious person, Emma swore that, with every wave, every sudden gust of wind, every cold touch of a raindrop on her skin, that the ship was watching her. Them. The entire little town that was Storybrooke. It was as though it was cursing them, waiting for something to happen, a danger that forever lay in wait for Emma knew not what."

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

Mostly just moodboards. I just love sticking a few pics together to represent the story that I either read/am planning to write. It just helps me to internalise what I'm writing/reading. 

For our betas: Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

I actually did beta before, but only for people in my previous fandoms. One was my writing buddy as I call her (we're pen pals now), my brother who's foray into fanfiction was short lived and my fandom crush at the time who wrote some amazing stories about my previous OTP. I can't even remember their pennames, if I'm being honest, because it was about 5 to 8 years back that any of them last wrote anything. 

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

Honestly just seeing what the rest of the fandom's releases are. I'm beyond excited, actually, just to see what everyone's contributions are going to be.

Welcome, @romanceapologist​ -- we are so glad to have you! :)

[smutbymia]

hiiii can i request a smut with ex bf turned fwb jaehyun where he still loves y/n thats why he agreed on that setup but he gets y/n pregnant along the way djsjajhaa thank youuu it could be fluffy at the end thankbyooouu ❤️

You pushed through the front doors of a restaurant bar, scanning the space for your high school friends. It had been a few years since you first graduated and even though you kept in touch with them it wasn’t easy for all of you to meet up due to your busy schedules. 

You saw a few hands waving you down from across the room and walked over, smiling. 

“Great, you all got here at the same time,” said your friend Lia. You were confused at her comment until you turned around, only to see that there was a group of guys behind you that had entered just after you did. And one of the boys in that group happened to be someone you were very familiar with. 

Going to an all-girls school was supposed to help you focus more on your studies and have less distractions but that was all useless considering the fact that there was an all boys school right across the street. You remembered the days when droves of school kids would hang around the entrances trying their best to look nonchalant while they whispered amongst their friends about the boys that they found attractive until it was time to head home for the day. 

Most didn’t dare approach the opposite sex on the other side of the street,  except Lia’s cousin Johnny happened to be a student at the boys school and so he would often use “picking her up from school” as an excuse to hang around the front gates of the girls academy. Lia’s parents traveled a lot for work and so during the school year aside from some weekends, she would stay with Johnny, her aunt, and uncle since her family home was in the next town over. 

That was what led you to meeting your ex-boyfriend Jaehyun. He was handsome and cute all in one and even back then the girls would drool over him, however he was extremely unapproachable in the eyes of many. The day you met, you had gone to the convenience store near school with Lia. The two of you sat outside on top of one of the tables with your legs outstretched as you typically did. Lia was ranting about a drama she had been watching and eating ice cream and you were scribbling clothing designs in the mini sketchbook that you always carried around when Johnny turned the corner with a group of his friends following closely behind.

“Look who it is,” he said as he threw his backpack onto the empty benches you rested your feet on. The rest of his friends followed suit throwing their bags as you and Lia shrieked, lifting your legs out of the way just in time as they made their way into the convenience store. Except one boy walked calmly towards the door, dropping his bag on the table next to you without even looking up once from the book he carried in his hand. 

That day they hung around eating snacks and causing a ruckus but Jaehyun was very easy going. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he ran his fingers through his hair and skimmed through his textbook which happened to be about computer programming. He suddenly glanced up and realized the two of you were the only ones sitting around the table while Lia and the other boys all fooled around nearby, gaming on their phones and dribbling around a basketball. 

He yawned and shut his book as he leaned forward on the table, eyes glued on yours as you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, gesturing towards your sketchpad. 

“D-drawing,” you stammered embarrassingly. The corner of his mouth raised into a gentle smirk as he caught onto the nervousness in your tone of voice. He scooted over next to you and you could feel the air leave your lungs. 

Just as he leaned over to peak at what you were drawing, you slammed the sketch book shut, not wanting him to see the sketch you had drawn of him reading.

“Are they... naughty drawings?” he teased.

“No, no of course not. Not at all!” you protested getting more and more embarrassed by the way he smiled at you. You slipped the sketchpad into your bag, and got up from your spot next to him. You turned to Lia.

“It’s getting late, I should go,” you said to her. She instinctively started to collect her belongings too but Johnny stopped him. 

“Jaehyun lives on her street so he can take her. I need you to come with me to the store. Mom’s birthday is this weekend and I have no clue what to get her,” he whined. Before you could get a word in, the group had split and gone their separate ways leaving the two of you alone. 

Living on the same street is what brought you closer. Jaehyun started walking you home whenever you happened to hang out with Johnny and his friends and the two of you would sometime stop on the way home for bubble tea, or at stationary shops when you needed art supplies. Eventually he started meeting you at the end of your street each morning before school and even on the weekends at the park in your neighbourhood. Eventually the two of you started to secretly date and were known as the “it” couple between the all boys and all girl school once your secret got out just before graduation.

You maintained the relationship through your last summer before going your separate ways once university started. You still remembered sharing so many of your firsts with Jaehyun. Your first date, your first relationship and your first kiss. 

And now here he was years later sitting across from you like he did back in high school. It would have been awkward had your friends slowed down with the drinking. Instead, after a few short chats about what everyone was up to and a bunch of shots later they were all stumbling out into cabs or moaning at the table about missing each other. 

You and Jaehyun had always been the tame ones out of the bunch so the two of you took turns getting the remainder of your friends into cabs until it was just the two of you left. You stood outside the bar with him after getting Johnny into the last cab and sending him off. Jaehyun sighed as he stood next to you on the sidewalk. 

“They’re such a handful,” he complained. You chuckled softly in agreement. 

“Yeah, they totally sobered me up,” you whined, “what a waste.”

“Well it wouldn’t be fair for us to go home sober, would it?” he asked with that same mischievous smirk he always pulled out. 

That led to the two of you going to the nearest convenience store which coincidentally happened to be the one near your old schools, taking shots of soju outside on the dining tables. The two of you reminisced, while avoiding the topic of your former romance until you both decided it was time to head home.

Both of your families had moved from your old neighbourhood but you did still live nearby after finishing school. Jaehyun offered to walk you home despite your refusals. He insisted. And of course, as if it was planned by the Gods themselves, just as you arrived it started to rain. You knew it would be rude to leave him drunk and alone to hail a cab and so you reluctantly invited him into your place to wait until the rain eased up a bit more. 

A mixture of the alcohol and the tension between the two of you that had been building all night led to you pressed against the door of your apartment which you locked behind you, and Jaehyun hovering in front of your face. 

“W-we shouldn’t right?” he started in a whisper, “because...” 

His arms gripped your waist and you watched as he tried to focus on thinking coherently instead of letting the alcohol scramble his brain as his eyes scanned yours for a reaction. It looked like he needed you to finish the sentence because he was struggling to find a good reason as to why he should stop himself from taking your right there in the entrance of your place. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself. You were dying to get a taste of him. He had matured nicely, his muscular frame filling out his clothing. You ran hands over his arms, 

“Fuck it, J-just this once,” you said quietly as you trailed your hands up to his neck and drew him in for a kiss. You could feel Jaehyun relax in your embrace as his lips met yours softly. There was no urgency in his actions. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He kissed you like he had been yearning to do so. 

As much as the romantic mood touched your heart, you needed more to be satisfied and so you took it upon yourself to intensify things. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged softly. You caught him by surprise as he momentarily opened his eyes. You could see his gaze transform into something a little darker before trailing kisses down his neck. Jaehyuns breathing grew heavy as he flattened the palm of his hand against the door behind you to steady himself. He pushed his hips forward, letting you feel how excited he was, drawing a low moan from his lips. 

“Bed,” you gasped as Jaehyun let his hands wander across your body gripping your ass and making their way back up as he explored every curve he could reach, “now. Before we do anything else, I need you in my bed.”

Jaehyun smirked at the desperation in your voice as you two rushed to kick off your shoes. You walked briskly through your apartment towards your bedroom. Jaehyun however lingered, taking in the space, stopping to look at artwork on the walls and look at photo frames. 

“Jae,” you whined as you paused at your doorway, frustrated that he wasn’t right behind you. Jaehyuns heart fluttered from hearing the nickname you called him after such a long time as he put down a frame he had in his hands. 

He laughed as he approached you, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips before catching himself. He stood tall again, letting out a deep breath.

“Sorry,” he said as he stepped into your room, lifting his shirt above his head and turning back around to face you. You stood frozen taking in his muscular frame with your mouth frozen in a gasp. 

“You- you really matured well,” you said as you crossed the room to place your hands on his chest. His dimples became visible as he moved to stand behind you. He lifted your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra from behind, looking over your shoulder down your chest as the garment fell to the ground to expose your bare chest. He wrapped his hands around your body, squeezing at the soft flesh as he trailed kisses down your neck and pressed himself against your behind. You gasped softly at the way his fingers ran back and forth over your nipples, sending electricity racing through your body, letting your head fall back to rest on his chest. 

Jaheyun moved his hands down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button and lowering the zipper, not waiting any longer. He slipped his hand into your underwear, dipping his digits between your folds as you cried out his name in satisfaction from finally being touched. 

You gripped his thigh behind you, steadying yourself as you shifted your legs to open them up wider in order to give him more access to your core. You could feel your knees buckled as he drew circles under the hood of you folds directly over your clit. Jaehyun adjusted his grip on your body, holding you up when he realized you were growing weak under his touch. He was impressed at your ability to hold back your pleasure.

“That’s my good girl. You’re doing so well. I need you nice and wet,” he cooed as the sound of your wetness echoed with every occasional dip of his fingers towards your entrance before he drew your juices back up to wet your sensitive bud. 

“I can’t last much longer,” you whined. Jaehyun slowed the assault on your clit and instead flattened his hand between your legs, gripping your entire core without moving as he allowed you to regain your composure. You couldn’t help yourself as you slowly rutted against his hand. He chucked softly behind you. 

“Hey, don’t cum yet,” he whined back as he squeezed at your center, slowing your ruts and making your mind go fuzzy, “I want to feel you first.” 

You couldn’t believe this was the same sweet but mischievous boy you had known for so long. He slipped his hand back out from between your legs and pulled your pants down from over your hips until you had undressed entirely. He motioned for you to get on the bed as you watched him undress, pumping his length between his fist as he hovered over you. 

You sat up on your legs, spreading them as you reached for him wanting to take him into your mouth. Jaehyun stood rested a knee on the bed as he stood, letting you lick softly at the head of his dick as he grunted, just as you covered it with your mouth and felt him jerk forward into you. You whimpered softly feeling him push himself back and forth over your tongue as you hollowed out your cheeks and pumped along his shaft. He grew harder with every stroke until he couldn’t take it anymore and gripped your chin as he slid himself out from between your lips. 

“Fuck,” he gasped as he let himself fall onto the bed beside you, propped up by only his elbows. You took the opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling his hips as you hovered above him, dropping your head down to kiss him and silently guiding him to lay down. 

He ran his hand down your sides and over your back as you felt him fumble with himself before positioning himself at your entrance, letting you sink down onto him. The sound the two of you made as your bodies connected at their cores had you whimpering along with the sensation of being filled up completely. 

Jaehyun brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he gripped at your face, cursing as you took more and more of him into you. 

“Are you sure you can take it all?” he murmured, planting kisses across your cheeks. You nodded shakily, focusing as you felt your abdomen grow tighter the further you sunk down, feeling as though you were running out of space until you felt your rear end finally make contact with his balls. You let out a shriek as Jaehyun let out a dreamy moan, head falling back into the pillows as you settled comfortably around him. 

“Shit, that feels so amazing,” he whimpered. You planted your hands firmly on his chest, sitting up and rotating your hips slowly on top of him as you adjusted to his size. Curse words fell from his lips as he gripped at your hips, slowly and gently fucking up into you every time you circled your waist. 

His thrusts grew more frantic as you started to lift yourself with each rotation of your hips, letting yourself slam back down into his thrusts. The two of you grunted, quickening the pace. As you both grew more desperate, Jaehyun repositioned himself, wrapping his entire arm around your waist as he propped himself up with the other so that he was in a seated position. He bent his knees slightly, planting soles of his feet against the mattress to steady the both of you as he used his strength to jerk his hips right up into your opening so you didn’t have to exert as much energy, and allowing him to control the pace. 

The combination of his thrusts along with the way your clit conveniently brushed against his his lower abdomen sent you into a spiral. You fell apart instantaneously. The feeling of your body clenching around him had Jaehyun releasing himself into you as your name spilled from his lips. The two of you could only keep your eyes open long enough to clean yourselves up a bit before you both fell asleep in your bed. 

The next morning wasn’t awkward at all, thankfully. The two of you woke up and showered, and decided to go out for some coffee and breakfast at a nearby cafe before taking a walk at a park near your place. The conversation was easy. It was officially the weekend and so neither of you were preoccupied with many other responsibilities. Despite the very intimate sex, things otherwise seemed normal. 

“I should probably go back to my place,” Jaehyun said as he gestured towards his clothing. You had already spent a few hours together and had totally forgotten about the fact that he was still wearing last nights clothes. 

“Oh... shit, yeah. I lost track of time,” you said sheepishly. He smiled sweetly. 

“Me too,” he responded hesitating before continuing, “about last night...”

You could feel heat spread across your cheeks. 

“Don’t worry. It was nothing,” you said quickly out of embarassment. 

Jaehyun looked perplexed, then a bit frustrated. You knew him well enough to know that you had ticked him off. Just as he opened his mouth to tell you off, you interrupted him.

“Wait, no! What I meant to say was that it was amazing but I also totally understand that it was a spur of the moment thing,” you said as you grabbed one of his hands to grasp in between yours.

Jaehyun nodded, letting out a sigh and trying not to let the disappointment show too much on his face. 

“Text me so I know you got home safe,” he said as he removed his hand from your grasp. You nodded, and said your goodbyes as the two of you went your separate ways. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about that night since it happened. A week had gone by and even though you and Jaehyun kept in loose and casual contact through text, you still couldn’t stop thinking about him. You couldn’t satisfy yourself either. Nothing felt quite as satisfying as his touch and it was starting to wind you up. 

You were getting ready for Johnny’s birthday party when there was a knock at your door that you weren’t expecting. 

“Oh, hey...” you said. 

You were very surprised to find Jaehyun standing on the other side. He already smelled of alcohol but didn’t seem to be too wasted. 

“Sorry I was going to call but my phone died when I was out with my coworkers,” he mumbled, “do you mind?”

He held his phone up and you stepped aside, letting him enter your apartment and lending him your phone charger.  He was also going to Johnny’s place later for his party in a few hours and according to him he was in the area. He sat quietly in the living room for most of the time. As you were finishing up your makeup, he knocked softly on the bathroom door. 

“What’s up?” you asked in a monotone voice as he opened the door. You were focused on your own reflection applying your mascara. 

“Hey, do you have anything to drink? I think the party already started and everyone already started drinking so I thought it would be a good idea to start now so that we could catch up,” he said as he scrolled through his phone texting what was most likely the boys’ group chat. 

“Yeah, check the cabinet above the fridge,” you said. Jaehyun hovered in the doorway watching you for a moment.

“Is everything okay? I spoke with Lia earlier. She said you’ve been a little... bratty this week,” he said. You turned to glare at him but he raised his eyebrows, challenging you to kick an attitude with him. If there was anyone who didn’t tolerate your moodiness it was Jaehyun. 

“Did something happen?” he asked. You shook your head no. 

“I don’t know I just feel a little.. tense, I guess. It will pass,” you mumbled as you touched up your lipstick in the mirror next. 

Jaehyun stepped behind you, catching off guard. He stood close to you as he locked eyes with you in the mirror. You watched as his hands disappeared behind you before you felt him pull the zipper of your dress up. You had forgotten to do it up earlier when you first put it on. 

“Maybe drinking will help. C’mon,” he started as he took the lipstick from between your fingers and closed the lid before resting it on your counter and pulling you out of the bathroom, “you already look perfect.” 

The two of you took a few shots in your kitchen. The alcohol did help a bit but not entirely. You rotated your head, stretching your neck out as you sighed deeply. Jaehyun was buzzed and in a much better mood than you were, he knocked back another drink before moving behind you and massaging at your neck. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” he asked. You took a deep breath as his fingers worked against your skin and you leaned back just slightly into him, closing your eyes. 

You shook your head. He continued to massage out the kinks in your neck as he watched the tension slowly slip away from your face, smiling. It wasn’t until you started to let soft moans slip from your mouth that he froze momentarily. 

“Jae, don’t stop,” you whimpered, “please.” 

He felt himself harden just from the tone of your voice. He had to catch himself when he found himself instinctively leaning down towards your neck to drag his tongue across your skin. 

Your eyes fluttered open as you craned your neck to look up at him, wondering why he had stopped his massage. His eyes were glazed over and you felt that tension ease its way back. 

“O-one more time” you whispered. 

“What?” he question, not understanding what you were referring to. 

“For fucks sake, Jae!” you groaned. Turning around and pull him closer to you as your lips hovered in front of his.

“I can’t be drunk around you like this without caving and literally nothing satisfies me anymore after last week so let’s do this one last time and then you have to promise not to come back here again,” you said, words spilling uncontrollably for your mouth as you began unbuttoning his shirt.

He stopped you, gripping your hands. 

“Wait, is that what’s been bothering you all week? You needed sex?” he asked, baffled. You felt your cheeks heat up, suddenly feeling a bit ashamed. 

“Y/n... look at me,” he said as you lifted your gaze to meet his. He slipped his index finger under your chin. 

“If that’s all that you need to feel better then you know you can call me anytime, right?” he said, smirking. His heart tensed up a bit when he put the offer on the table. You nodded, head spinning from the alcohol. 

“Alright, we’re already late,” he said as he abruptly lifted you up onto the kitchen counter behind you and hiked up your dress, slipping your thong down past your ankles and discarding it onto the floor.

He pulled your mouth to his, not wasting time letting his tongue massage into your mouth as he let his fingers work at your clit the way he knew would have you dripping in just a few seconds. He unzipped his pants, pushing them down just far enough for him to free himself. He was already hard enough to push into you, slipping easily through your folds and deep into your entrance. He drew a high pitched moan from your lips as he thrusted into you quickly. 

Even though it was much easier to take him this time, you still were very taken aback by the way he made you feel so full. 

“Anytime you want, anywhere you want,” he grunted as he slammed his hips forward, palming your breasts through your silk mini dress, “And however you want! I’ll take care of you” 

You felt a weeks worth of frustration build up in your core as you felt your orgasm approach you. You gasped for air, slapping your hands against his shoulder to get him to slow down as you pleaded, “f-from behind. I need you from behind, please!”

Jaehyun didn’t miss a beat. He lifted you off of the counter before slipping himself out of you just long enough to turn you over and bend you over the same counter before snapping his hips back into you again. 

“Harder,” you begged and he complied. You felt him tighten his grip around your waist and rope his fingers into your hair as he jerked his hips forward, not slowing as you came, soaking him from the inside. You screamed out his name as he kept up his pace. 

“Be a good girl and hold on a little longer, okay? I’m almost there,” he said through gritted teeth. Every thrust left you tingling as your walls squeezed around his cock, just as you felt him release into you and collapse onto your back as he caught his breath. Your moment of bliss was interrupted by the ringing of Jaehyun’s phone. 

“Shit, our uber is here,” he chuckled. The two of you cleaned up as quickly as you could before heading out to the party. You touched up your hair and makeup in the car, cursing Jaehyun for ruining your hard work even though he insisted that you looked totally fine. 

That was the beginning of what became a really rewarding arrangement. Jaehyun kept his promise. He would come by your place after work some days, and did a great job of keeping you satisfied, going down on you in the middle of netflix marathons or fucking you against the wall of your shower. He even picked you up from your office, slipping his fingers into your undies and making you cum on his fingers behind tinted windows in the middle of traffic. The best days were the ones where he would sleep over at your place. It was nearly impossible to have a bad day when it started off on such a positive note and there was a noticeable shift in your mood. Until... something happened. 

Your vision was blurred by your tears, as you swiped at your eyes. You desperately wished that you were dreaming. You stared at the pregnancy test you held between your fingers as you sat on your couch sobbing at the results. You had really fucked up this time. All the constant running around and travelling between your place and Jaehyun’s had caused you to accidentally forget to take your pill one day. You had gotten back on schedule but it was too late. The test in your hand proved that it was a big enough mistake for you to end up pregnant. 

You were so shaken up that you called out of work for a week very suddenly. You ignored calls from everyone, including Jaehyun and even lied to Lia about being under the weather to keep everyone from reaching out. Jaehyun kept his distance at first. You both had kept your arrangement secret from your friends and so he wasn’t exactly in a position where he could ask around too much about you. After not hearing back from you after a few days he couldn’t take it anymore and showed up at your doorstep. 

“Y/n,” he pleaded through the door, “don’t do this to me. I know you’re in there. Just let me in so I can at least see if you’re alright.” 

You hesitated before opening the door. He stormed in right away. 

“What the HELL has been going on? You know how worried I’ve been?” he asked. He was raging. You knew ignoring him would most likely lead to such a reaction but you could barely cope with your current situation. 

“I can’t even ask your friends about you because you wanted to keep this a secret. Why haven’t you at least aswered my texts? Even Johnny hasn’t mentioned anything. I’ve been losing my mind trying to get a hold of you,” he scolded. 

You sat next to him on your couch before bursting into tears, sobbing your eyes out. Jaehyun was so startled he immediately moved from his seat to crouch down in front of you. 

“Oh my God, y/n,” he said, reaching out to hold your hands, “What’s wrong? You know you can trust me with anything. Whatever it is, I’ll --” 

You interrupted him, “I’m such an idiot. I thought it would be okay but I missed a day and now - now i-- i’m so so so sorry” you sobbed. 

“What... what do you mean?” he asked, confused. 

You took a shaky breath before whispering, “I’m pregnant.” 

The silence in the room was deafening. Jaehyun had all but collapsed to the ground into a seated position, breathing deeply. 

“Oh, thank GOD,” he said when he finally found the words to speak. 

You couldn’t even believe what you were hearing. 

“So you’re okay then? Oh, thank God,” he said as he let out a sigh of relief. 

“N-no, i’m not okay Jae!” you yelled, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t know what to do, I-i don’t know if I can be a mom! We were supposed to just be messing around... why aren’t you freaking out.”

Jaehyun’s heart sank and you watched tears fill his eyes next. 

“Aren’t you scared too?” you asked him as you broke down, sitting in front of him on the floor. 

“Actually... I-i’m really happy, y/n,” he began, getting choked up.

You threw yourself into his arms. “I’m sorry. I know you’re just saying the right thing. Neither of us planned on this happening. I’m just in shock,” you said. 

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, stroking your shoulder as you rested your head against his chest. 

“I’m really excited to be a dad. If you want to go through this, at least,” he said. His words resonated with you deeply and for the first time you imagined what it would be like. 

“Do you... really want to do this? I just feel awful. It’s all my fault” you whispered.  

“Listen to me, y/n,” he said. You nodded, trying your best to look strong as you wiped tears from your eyes. 

“I’m having a baby with the love of my life! I think this might be the best day of my life,” he said as he flashed a dimpled smile. 

Your mouth fell open at his sudden confession. 

“Oh please, don’t act all surprised,” Jaheyun said as he sprinkled kisses over your face, making you laugh for the first time in days.  

“I love you too, Jae. You’re going to be the best dad,” you said as he violently attacked your face with affection. 

He froze, holding your face between his hands. 

“Does that mean we’re really doing this?” he asked excitedly. You nodded your head, smiling back at him. 

“I hope it’s a girl,” he blurted out. You both bursted out into laughter before he continued quietly, “... and then two more boys, then another girl, and then...” 

“Oh my God, Jae...” you groaned as you swatted at his chest. 

He reached out to run his fingers across your belly though it was way too early for you to show. 

“Sorry, I just can’t believe I really did this. Filled you up so much that I actually get to have a little one,” he muttered as his hands started to wander again. 

You felt your body heat up as he closed the gap between the two of you on the floor and drew you in for a deep kiss. 

“This is exactly what got us into this mess in the first place,” you joked. 

“Yeah well since we’re already here we may as well make the most of it for the rest our lives, right mama?” he said sweetly. 

And as expected, Jaehyun kept his promise. He stood proudly by your side through everything from telling your friends, to breaking the news to your families. As days went on you became increasingly excited about the future and felt so lucky to have ended up in such an interesting situation with the perfect man. 

[jonnnysuh]

How To Write Good // Vernon

A/N: It all started with watching Vernon’s English tutor series and now we’re here omg. This is my first series so please give it some love <3 kind of unedited so lmk if there’s any mistakes! PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

PAIRING: Vernon x You

GENRE: enemies to ???, fluff, student!vernon, tutor!vernon

WARNINGS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

SUMMARY: There’s the crisp air of campus, the rush of something new, and a four year degree ahead of you. Your college experience doesn’t go off as smoothly as you’d hoped when you fall asleep on course selection day and are stuck with left over electives. Struggling to get through your creative writing class, you have no idea how you’re going to get through this semester. Fate steps in when the stranger you fought in the library might just be your only chance at passing. This is all just part of the college experience… right?

Orange leaves began surrounding the burnt red brick pathway, and the small green hills of the campus quad.  Fall was fast approaching, without much warning.  The bright summer sky, now often clouds of gray. The wind brushed past you, causing your hair to fly up. Your legs brushed together quickly as you tried to make your way through campus to get to your Writing in the Arts class. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't sleep through course selection but sometimes sleep was an actual priority to you...and it so happened to be on that day.  Not your first choice, but definitely miles ahead of  Economic History on the list of leftover electives.

You flipped over your wrist to take a look at the time on your brown pleather watch. 8:12.

Professor Hampton was an older woman, who always kept her sandy brown hair in a slick tight low bun. She had enforced a rule that the doors to the lecture hall would shut 15 minutes past the hour. If you didn’t make it then you’d have to get notes from a classmate. Maybe it’d be fine if you had a friend in the class that was actually punctual, but you had often sat alone in the same spot in the far left corner of the class room.  Time was definitely never on your side as you reckoned you only had 3 minutes left until your trip downtown was rendered useless. 

You swung the thick metal door open, and began pumping your legs forward, not stopping until you reached the top of the stairs. To your luck, the lecture hall was on the exact end of the hallway. As you took longer strides, your gray backpack bounced behind you. Finally arriving at the end of the long hallway, you came face to face with Professor Hampton, who had a scowl so thick you’d think it was drawn on with a felt tip permanent marker. Without an ounce of forgiveness, that old lady secured the door shut, eyes keen on your betrayed face just a few centimetres from hers.

With the little pride you still had, you contained the urge  to bang on the door repeatedly and say "OPEN UP."

If you hadn't had time to get ready that day, or missed your bus, dammit this would've been the boiling point that would've driven you to  kick the wall. Your saving grace was that there was a cute guy typing away on his laptop in this hallway and you'd be damned if you were about to look a fool.

It was that moment, you knew that if you were going to pass this class without sacrificing a wink of sleep, you were going to have to make a friend that was good at writing notes. And quick.

—

The next day, you navigated your way through the twists and turns of the library, never having had been there a day in your life. You swear you’d gone in a circle at this point. You promised your best friend, Taylor that you’d secure a spot for your impromptu study date. Although you both had good intentions, you knew it was more than likely going to become a gossip session that involved sometimes looking at class material.

Among the rows and rows of occupied tables, you finally found an empty table, situated next to the window that overlooked the architecture and art buildings. You settled in the chair, slipping your laptop out of your tote bag , and typing mindlessly to look busy while you waited for your friend. With a look around the room, you wondered if people actually studied at the library or if they were just faking it like you.

You were so immersed in your game of Tetris you almost didn’t hear the voice that said , “Hey, I think you’re at the wrong table.”

You paused your game and surveyed the empty wooden table you were sitting at.  You blinked slowly at the brown haired man.  “I was here first.”

“That might be true but I booked it out for the hour.” The stranger stood with a slight slouch, sporting a backwards snapback and a deep green hoodie. He didn't look like the type to hang out around the library- but then again, neither did you. You swear you had seen him before, but you couldn't place where.

Did I go to high school with him?  you thought.

What if he was ugly and had a glow up and that’s why I don’t recognize him?

You took a closer look at him.

Nah. I don’t think he’s ever been ugly in his life.

“Look. My name's right here." He leaned forward, showing you his screen.

[TABLE 9] 3:00pm - Vernon C.

You pushed the phone away, unimpressed. "But you showed up late."

"It was only 6 minutes." Vernon scoffed, as if his tardiness would automatically forfeit him from his table.

"Well, have you ever heard of finder's keepers?"

Vernon nodded, his voice pointed. "But have you ever heard of fair and square?"

You tried your best to conceal the fact that you were somewhat amused by his elementary-level comeback.

"Could you look into your great, big heart to share?” You pouted tauntingly.

"Oh, yeah, because you need a table to play Tetris." He responded sarcastically but it was as if he had crept into your mind. You dreaded the idea of being on your feet trying to find another place for your game.

Your best friend rolled in between you two innocently, confused at the interaction at hand. It was like a kid walking in on their mom and dad fighting for the first time… except dad is a Tetris-hating stranger you just met 3 minutes ago.

“Sorry I’m late, Y/N.”  Taylor interjected, trying her best to mend the atmosphere with a grin.  Vernon's posture went notably straight as he exhaled, returning a sweet close-lipped smile. You couldn't help but notice the way he looked at your friend- you squinted at the shadow of the difference between this Vernon and the one that basically told you to fuck off only moments prior.

Without a doubt, you knew he was suffering from the "Taylor Effect".

Taylor was your textbook girl next door; equipped with a warm demeanour, and a confidence that was endearing rather than cocky.  You could tell that Vernon was trying his best not to stare so obviously, but he was failing miserably.

Because everyone gravitated towards her, many found it odd that she chose to keep you as company. Sometimes you thought she stuck around only because your personalities were so starkly different and would emphasize how great she was, but time and time again she proved she was notable on her own accord.

"Did I interrupt something?"

You and the man shared a look.

Vernon had a feeling that if he let you speak first, that you might ruin his chances with Taylor, and there was absolutely NO shot that he was going to tell her what had just happened. You were quick to take advantage of the situation.

“Vernon just wanted to take the tab-“

He shook his head, "No, no, no I was just leaving."

You raised your eyebrow, smugly.

“I'll see you later,” He bid.  Your eyes widened as he went closer to you, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you forwards into an almost embrace. He dapped you up. Vernon dapped you up. What? Did he think you were bros now?

Ya, right. You thought. This is my first and last time in this library. You will never see me or my Tetris again.

And with that, he swung his backpack over his shoulder  coolly and headed down the long carpeted aisle in the other direction.

Only a few moments later did he return to go through the north exit. “Wrong way.” He mumbled, charting past both of you.

—

“So you don’t know anyone in that class?” Taylor said in disbelief as you two sat at the table you had only marginally won.

“No, I missed the first two weeks so by the time I actually went to class  they already had their groups.”  you responded, blowing air out of your mouth in frustration.

School had only just begun and Taylor had swept up a bunch of friends, including you, in just this one semester.

You, on the other hand, were awkward, but not in the forgivable way. You never knew the right thing to say, and your sarcasm drew a fine line between a joke and the truth. You felt like you always had to bite your tongue to hold a decent conversation with someone. In turn, this scared a lot of people away, and resulted in a small but good group of friends that understood you.

For some reason though, you did well with confrontation. That was the only time you could force yourself to not care about what someone else thought about you. Other than that, your communication skills were almost useless.

“So go up to those kids and say hi.” Taylor responded.

You knew your best friend was being well meaning, but sometimes she felt like she oversimplified your problems because she saw it through her own lens. Of course it would be easy for Taylor to do so, but for you it would be a different story. Your stomach turned at even the mere thought of introducing yourself to the group of strangers that always sat all the way in the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll just figure it out. I don't know how to just talk to people."

“What about that guy that I just saw you with? What was that about?”

You cleared your throat, fixing your attention to your laptop screen. Getting work done suddenly seemed more interesting.

“No, no, no look at me.” Taylor dragged your laptop away.

You begrudgingly looked at your friend. “What about him?”

“Who was that? He was kind of cute.” She cupped her cheek with her hand and sat closer, clearly interested. It was rare to see you with anyone other than your usual friend group so Taylor was invested in your endeavours outside of it.

You knew that if you told Taylor about your weird argument with a stranger, that she’d explain that you were unfriendly, that you needed to be nicer, etc. etc. You didn’t need a lecture today.

“Just some dude who finished using the table.”

Taylor chuckled, “What kind of guy says bye like that to a person he just met?”

Her guess was as good as yours.

—

ONE WEEK LATER

Determination is setting 25 morning alarms, pre-picking your clothes and opting for an on-the-go breakfast in order to just make it on time for class. You took your final strides towards the class slowly, knowing you finally had time on your side. Would it be crazy to call waking up at 6am a victory? Doesn’t matter, you were just so happy, you could answer Professor Hampton’s questions… that is, if you listened.

At the bottom of the lecture hall, sat the aforementioned groups, while the top were lonesome stragglers looking at their phones in an effort to look less lonely. You knew they were probably just reviewing their settings; turning their wifi on and off.

Professor Hampton cleared her throat into the microphone at the front of the class, prompting you to pick up the pace to your regular spot at the far left corner.

No way.

Your speed slowed down again, as you craned your head to get a better look at a brown-haired boy sitting by himself.

Despite the numerous empty seats to choose from, your caffeine rush assisted you in making the possibly dumb decision of sitting exactly right next to him. He seemed unbothered, though as he didn’t look up to question it.

Professor Hampton played her slides, while you pulled out your laptop out of your tote bag.

“Hey.” You whispered.

The man’s light brown eyes flickered towards you.

“You’re in this class?” Vernon whisper-exclaimed.

It registered in your brain that this might’ve been a mistake.

You nodded.

Vernon kept his focus on the front of the class, his pencil swivelled  away on his lined paper. You had never seen anyone actually take real-life notes before. You scanned his paper, pleasantly surprised at the organization.

“Why did you dap me up last week?”

“I honestly don’t know what I was doing.” He admitted.

Boys do dumb things around pretty girls. You'd seen it happen so many times with Taylor.

“She’s cute isn’t she?”

“Who?” Vernon was quick to play dumb, but he clearly knew. 

You were fascinated by how he was writing and listening to you at the same time.

“Taylor—my friend.”

Vernon squinted his eyes, either to think or because he couldn’t see the projection clearly. It made you wonder why he sat in the back of the class if that was the case.

“Yeah, she is.”

Bingo.

You silently relished in your impromptu decision to sit next to a stranger.

“What would you say if I got you a date with her?”

Vernon put his pencil down. “You strike me as the kind of person who wouldn’t do that out of the kindness of your heart.”

You snorted. “You’re right.”

Vernon let out a deep sigh, pushing his hoodie sleeve up his arms. He relaxed back in his seat and stared at you as he waited for your proposal.

“What is it?” His deep voice was littered with impatience but it was clear he was at least curious.

You weren’t  prepared to gain his full attention. Your mind went several ways as you collected your thoughts to be as concise as possible.

“I’m struggling in this class, okay? I can’t always make it on time, and creative writing? Not really something I’m interested in.”

“Then why’d you take the class?”

“Why does anyone do anything here? For the credit.” You responded as if the answer was obvious.

Vernon’s raised eyebrows was enough to tell you that he was actually passionate about this subject— which was perfect for you if you wanted to pass the class.

“How do I come into this, though?” His patience running thin from your incredibly interesting backstory.

“If you tutor me up until midterms and I pass, I’ll get you a date with Taylor.”

He shook his head “What if you fail?”

“Then you can take that as a reflection of your teaching skills,” Vernon rolled his eyes. Okay maybe that was a bad joke. “but on the plus side you’ve gained a new friendddddd.”

Professor Hampton gave you two a dirty look on her way back from shutting the lecture hall’s door. Vernon picked up his pencil to look busy and you tapped on your trackpad to turn the screen on.

“And what if I say no?” Vernon said between his teeth, catching the professor glare right at him with her scowl turned up to one hundred.

“Then I’ll shit talk about you to Taylor so you never have a chance.” You threatened. Your mom always urged you to use your brain, and boy, were you using it.

“You want me to teach you how to be creative?”

You shrugged. “I mean, how hard can it be?”

Vernon looked down at his notes contemplating his choices. He was silent for so long that you actually started typing notes.

“Y/N” Vernon whispered. You seemed to be fully immersed in the lesson now. Your eyes absorbing the information... Maybe writing was kind of fascinating.

“Y/N” He tried again, snapping you out of a trance.

“My bad.” you apologized. “I didn’t know the interesting part of the story was called the climax like ew—”

“I can only tutor you on Thursdays between 6 and 8 in the library. Bring your laptop and be prepared to learn.”

You knew you didn’t have class at those hours, so it should’ve been fine, but you also dreaded staying after school longer than you had to.

“What about 4-6?” You pleaded.

Vernon looked offended at your counter offer. “No. 6-8”

“4:30…?” You tried once again.

Vernon snorted at your no-quit attitude. “You wanna pass or not?”

You stuck out your hand defeatedly and Vernon shook on it before either of you could change your mind. Vernon was your new tutor.

Maybe Taylor was right. All you had to do was go up to someone and say “hi.”

And blackmail them. And use your friend as bait.

Making friends was easy.

[flightlessangelwings]

Work of Art ~ Chapter 1/2

Marcus Pike x tattooed!fem!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: fluff, pining, an asshole boss, Marcus being the bestest, reader dealing with misogynistic comments, kissing, insinuated spicy times

Notes: This idea was brought to me by @the-purity-pen​ and I got so carried away that I broke it into 2 parts lol. Thanks so much Leeann! And thank you to @we-can-be-himbos​ for beta reading! I loved writing this so much and I’m so excited to share this with y’all so I hope you like it! Moodboard made by me

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This was not the ideal situation to walk into when you came in for work this morning. Your job as a receptionist and concierge at The Lustrio, an upscale and expensive hotel, had been fairly tame and quiet for the past five years you had been there. This was the first time there was an incident, and of course you were the one to run headfirst into it.

The Lustrio was very fancy with a rich, high-class clientele. The rooms were lavish and went for hundreds of dollars a night. Even the lobby was a sight in itself, and sometimes people walked through just to look at the exquisite art and ceramics on display. The architecture and design of the space was a work of art in and of itself. You and your coworkers were used to the usual flow of traffic throughout the day paired with people checking in and out. 

While walking in to start your shift, you noticed broken glass everywhere, a priceless piece of art was gone, and the overnight security guard was unconscious on the floor. The sun hadn’t even risen yet and you immediately rushed to the bodyguard’s side as you dialed the emergency line. In no time, the lobby was filled with police, paramedics, and FBI agents. You felt like your world was turned upside down, even if it wasn’t your personal property that was stolen.

Luckily, the security guard was just knocked out, and you had gotten there just in time for him to be alright. As you watched them wheel him away, your boss, Rodderick White, approached you with his usual scowl on his face.

“Well this is just fantastic,” was the first thing he said to you during this whole debacle, “Fix your jacket too, you look disheveled.” You didn’t expect him to ask if you were alright or anything; he seemed to have a grudge against you for some time and you were used to his comments. If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you would have commented on the fact that he didn’t even seem bothered by the theft in the first place but you were too flustered to fully notice.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking Rod,” you snipped back. But you decided not to push your luck with him today and adjusted the collar of your shirt and lined your jacket to look more presentable. The uniform wasn’t horrible: a black blazer over a white button down shirt and black vest with your choice of black dress pants or skirt with black stockings. It just got warm at times with being covered up completely, and the tightness of the shirt collar sometimes felt suffocating.

“Rodderick,” he grumbled back before he cleared his throat and put his mask of friendliness on, “The FBI wants to talk to you.”

You sighed. You knew they would want to interview you since you were the first in that morning, but you weren't looking forward to it. “Yes sir, Mr. White,” you used your fake customer service voice as you followed where the various agents gestured for you to go.

The FBI unit had set themselves up in both the larger and smaller conference rooms that were just a short walk down the hallway from the lobby. In the large one, they had laptops and equipment set up. You noticed several agents were already busy trying to get a lead on the case. The smaller room that you were led in to was set up for interviews. Once you reached the doorway, you were met with a single agent who you assumed would conduct your interview.

“Nice to meet you,” he greeted you with a warm smile and an extended hand, “I’m Marcus Pike, the agent in charge here,” you took his hand and gave him your name, “I”m sorry this happened here. I hope you’re alright. Can I get you some water or anything?”

It was nice to know that a complete stranger showed you more kindness and concern than your boss who you had known for years. You brushed off the frustration you had with your boss, along with the lingering feeling of the warmth from the agent’s soft hand in yours. He was handsome for sure, and had big soft brown eyes and a smile that lit up the room. A sprinkle of scruff lined his jaw and framed his face perfectly.

“I’m fine, thank you,” your voice was genuine when you spoke to the agent and you followed him into the room where you sat down at the conference table.

Agent Pike closed the door behind him and the two of you were alone in the room. 

Suddenly, you felt nervous, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. He must have noticed the nerves on your face right away before he gave you another sweet smile and said your name in a calm voice, “You’re not in trouble or anything. We just need your account of what you saw.”

Just those few words from him instantly made you feel better. Normally, you wouldn’t fall for someone’s charm like this, but something about this agent just seemed so genuine. Genuine and kind were two qualities that were hard to find in a person. 

You felt yourself heat up as you gave him a nervous chuckle, “Since it’s just us in here, would you mind if I took my jacket off? I’m a little warm,” you tried to play off your jitters. When he nodded you added, “Just don’t tell my boss. We’re not supposed to be out of uniform at all when we’re here.”

Marcus laughed and looked down at the table, “Your secret is safe with me.” He looked back up when he heard your laughter, and this time it was his turn to be nervous.

With your jacket off, you were left in your short sleeve white button down shirt and vest, and you undid the top couple buttons to give yourself more room to breathe. But it wasn’t just the exposed skin that caught Marcus’ attention. He saw for the first time that you were almost completely covered in tattoos, and he couldn’t help but stare.

Marcus was absolutely a fan of art; it was what drew him to work for the art theft department in the first place. He also liked to dabble in art himself in his free time. To see how much artwork you had on your body made him stare at you in admiration. Marcus had thought that the lobby was nice to look at, but you were a work of art on a whole other level.

“Sorry,” he focused his attention to the papers in front of him to tear his gaze away, “I like your tattoos,” he added in a softer tone.

You smiled at him and Marcus thought his heart would break out of his chest. “Thank you, Agent Pike,” again, your voice was genuine. Truthfully, you thought his reaction was cute. You were used to worse anyway, and you could always tell when people stared out of interest or admiration versus disgust. Agent Pike definitely liked what he saw; you could tell already that he was not a subtle man at all.

“Marcus, please,” he met your eyes again and you both shared a moment where time seemed to stop for both of you.

“Marcus,” you repeated in a whisper and he echoed with your name.

Marcus had to bring himself back to the task at hand.  He redirected the situation back to what he originally was supposed to be talking to you about. He asked you a series of questions about your morning, what you saw, the time you arrived, if you noticed anything in the past few days, etc. You answered all of his questions honestly, and your story lined up with events perfectly. Not that Marcus was concerned it wouldn’t. 

“We have an idea of who it might be,” Marcus told you as he slid you a sheet of paper with the suspect’s photo on it, “Does he look familiar?”

You took the photo and furrowed your brows as you studied it, “Yeah,” your voice dropped, “He checked in a couple days ago. I remember I was the one who checked him in. He had a weird energy about him that gave me the creeps, but he didn’t try anything. Haven’t seen him since.”

Marcus clenched his fists involuntarily and suddenly felt the need to protect you. He wasn’t sure why; the two of you were practically strangers. Yet, even in your first meeting, he felt like there was something there. Even with his past history of failed relationships, there was something about you that just called to Marcus. Something about you told him that you were worth taking a chance on.

“Well we’re following up on him. My team is the best so we should have him soon,�� Marcus turned serious as he fixed his gaze on you again. He waited for your eyes to meet his before he added in a more concerned tone, “Just stay safe until then.”

Something about his tone made your heart skip a beat and you felt your chest tighten. You could tell from the look on his face that he meant it, and his worry for you was genuine. Normally, you wouldn’t be flirtatious with a stranger, let alone an FBI agent, but you responded in a sultry tone, “I’ll be safer when you catch the guy.”

Marcus’ breath caught in his throat as he clenched his fists again; he definitely did not expect that tone from you. All he did was nod as he composed himself and slid his card across the table, “My number is on the back. If you think of anything else or need anything,” he paused as the tension in the room suddenly felt thick, “Call me.”

*

It took Marcus Pike and his team less than a week to catch the art thief, and when they did, his first thought was of you. He was pleasantly surprised that you had actually texted him the day after he interviewed you and he used the opportunity to make sure again that you were ok. He wanted to ask about your boss too, since he saw the older man berate you for seemingly nothing before Marcus and his team left. But, he decided not to push that envelope yet.

“Welcome back, Agent Pike,” your voice greeted him when he walked into the lobby. 

Marcus was thankful you were at work when he came by and he greeted you with a smile and your name, “Nice to see you again,” he looked around, “Looks like you all got everything cleaned up well.” A look around told him that Rodderick was either busy in his office or off for the day, and for that Marcus was grateful. He wanted to talk to you anyway.

You whispered something to your coworker beside you and stepped around the desk to be closer to Marcus, “Like nothing ever happened,” you tried to make a joke but your eyes told a different story.

He read the question in your eyes clearly and it gave him the biggest pleasure to tell you, “We got him.”

Your face lit up and the relief on your face was clear, “I’m glad to hear it,” you let out a heavy breath, “I can’t offer you a free night or anything… At least not without Rodderick’s approval,” you said your boss’s name with snark and disdain and Marcus couldn’t help but let out a short laugh.

“I’m ok,” he replied lightheartedly before he paused and stared at you for a moment, “Can I ask you out to dinner instead?”

For a moment, you thought you had passed out. He couldn’t have actually asked you out, could he? But when you finally caught up to yourself, you responded with a soft but enthusiastic, “Yes.”

*

You took a deep breath as you stepped out of your Uber in front of the restaurant. It was a nicer place than you usually went to, but Marcus picked the place and insisted on treating you. You picked out a nice outfit for the occasion, and made sure that it was sleeveless to show you tattoos since you remembered that he really liked them. A smile lit up your face as you thought about the look on his face when you shed your jacket the day you two met.

But Marcus’ voice shook you from your throughs, and you looked up to see him dressed nicely in front of you. In his hand, he had a single flower for you, and you wanted to tear up at the gesture. It was something small, but you could tell how meaningful it was. With a thanks, you took the flower and hooked your arm around his as he led you inside.

At dinner, conversation flowed so easily. Marcus told you all about his career and his interests, and you did the same. You even made the joke that this was much better than an interrogation, which made him laugh. Everything seemed perfect, and both you and Marcus felt happy and comfortable with each other.

“So I have to ask,” Marcus started, “Are there any stories about your tattoos?” when your face flashed a look of apprehension, he clarified, “I’m not criticizing at all. Actually, I think they’re exquisite. Really a work of art.”

You bit your lip as you grinned. No one had ever complimented your tattoos quite like that before, so you indulged his question. You told the story behind some of them, and picked out your personal favorites, “I wanted to be a tattoo artist at one point, but it just wasn’t in the cards for me,” you sighed, “Maybe in another life.”

“Maybe in that life I’ll run the flower shop across the street and admire you from there,” he quipped back and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea.

But, stares from a man at another table caught Marcus’ attention. Your back was to him, so you couldn’t see, but Marcus did not like the way the man eyed you. A soft frown came across his face as he met the man’s gaze before he turned away. Marcus couldn’t help but think how rude it was for the man to blatantly check you out while you were obviously on a date with him. Of course, he knew you were beautiful and attractive, but he didn’t like the way the man stared at you.

“Marcus?” you asked when you noticed his expression dropped, “You ok?”

Your voice brought his attention back to you, “Yeah,” he answered with a half smile, “Fine.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth again, a voice interrupted, “Hey,” a deep rumble called your attention and it was the man who stared at you. He hovered close to you as he stared disapprovingly, “Don’t you have enough tattoos for a woman? Disgusting.” 

Before you could even react, Marcus jumped to his feet to face him head on, “Don’t you have anything better to do? What she does with her own body is none of your business,” the anger in his voice caught you off guard, “And she is beautiful the way she is,” he added in a lower voice as he grabbed onto the man’s collar, “She’s a damn work of art.” 

It was the last thing you expected, but you appreciated how fast Marcus was to defend you. But, you noticed the man’s anger also flared so you got to your feet too, “Hey, Marcus it’s ok,” you put your arms out between the two men to try to break them up.

Marcus glanced over at you for a moment before he decided to let the man go. He knew from the look on your face that you didn’t want to cause a scene. Asmuch as he wanted to just punch the guy, he decided to let it go. The man scrambled away the second he could, and Marcus let out a heavy exhale to calm himself down as you looked at him with wide, pleading eyes.

The way he immediately defended you lit something up inside you, and you wanted to cry from the rush of emotions. If you weren’t in such a nice restaurant, you would have tackled him in the biggest hug, but you kept your cool for now, “Thank you, Marcus,” you spoke in a hushed tone. Your hand dropped down to take his and you gave him a tight squeeze. You hoped your emotions came through in your grip.

And the way he smiled at you made your heart stop for a moment. Instead of sitting back down, Marcus squeezed your hand back, “How about we get out of here?”

You nodded as he left enough money to cover your bill and tip on the table and led you outside. As much as Marcus wanted to pull out all the romantic stops for you, he decided to change his plan for the evening and led you down the street to a diner, “How about pancakes a la mode for dessert?”

“I’m good with anywhere, Marcus,” you replied with a smile, “As long as it’s with you.”

In no time, you were seated in a booth for part two of your date. Honestly, you felt much more comfortable in a more casual place, but you meant what you said: you were happy anywhere as long as you were with Marcus Pike. Conversation picked up right where you left off and things just felt so natural with him.

“Hey,” Marcus suddenly turned the conversation in a more serious direction, “I’m sorry about that guy at the restaurant. He shouldn’t have said that to you.”

A flutter in your chest rendered you speechless for a moment before you swallowed hard, “It’s alright, Marcus,” you shrugged it off, “I’ve gotten worse.” You were bothered by the guy’s insult, but over the years you’ve learned to shrug those people off. But the look of concern on Marcus’ face made your heart flip in your chest, “Thank you for what you did though,” you added with a soft smile of your own.

Marcus seemed satisfied with that and his face relaxed, “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t defend the most beautiful woman in there?” he chipped back with a wink.

When you stuttered in an attempt to find the right words, Marcus laughed at you. Clearly, it had been some time since someone treated you the way he thought you should be treated. But, Marcus was determined to never let you feel unwanted or alienated again. He took pity on you and steered the conversation back to something light and the two of you talked over a pot of coffee for hours until you both decided you should leave.

Marcus put his arm around you as he guided you outside again and you fiddled with your phone in your hand as the two of you stood on the curb, “I guess I should call an Uber,” you mumbled as you made no attempt to do so.

He just watched you in silence as he thought about how nice it felt to hold you close. And Marcus couldn’t help how badly he wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to cross a line so he held himself back.

However, your voice interrupted his thoughts as you turned to face him with a determined look on your face, “Listen Marcus, I don’t normally do this on a first date but,” you reached out to cup his face in your hands and slowly pulled him in close to you. You paused for a moment to give him a chance to pull away, and when he didn’t you pressed your lips together in a short, soft kiss. When you pulled back and caught his eye for a moment, you saw the fire in his eyes and you crashed your lips together again. This time, the kiss was more desperate and heated.

Marcus tightened his grip on you and held you as close as he possibly could as he deepened the kiss. The two of you let the rest of the world fall away as you got completely lost in each other. The kiss was sweet, yet fiery, and you both could feel the unspoken words in each other’s lips.

When he finally broke away, Marcus whispered breathlessly, “I don’t normally do this on a first date, but would you wanna come over to my place?” 

With your forehead pressed against his, your voice was just as hushed, “Yes.”

[its-all-just-ink-man]

Oh hey here's some more art I forgot to post! The first picture is a sooooorrrrrt of genderbend of Twisted Alice. He's from an AU where Susie was transmasc. He would have liked to be called Simon but he never really came out to anybody except maybe Sammy. Upon being turned into Alice, he still had his dysphoria and tinkered with the Ink Machine and the template until he was able to recreate himself as a male angel, and from then on he named himself Ambrose Angel.

The second pic is an OC I made. Pronouns they/he. Their name is Ashton Angel, and they're Alice's younger sibling. They were never revealed to be a boy or a girl during their time in the cartoons, so audiences were left to wonder about it. They're actually nonbinary, but there wasn't really a word for that at the time they were created. They were originally created by Susie's younger brother, who I have yet to name but he loved the cartoons enough to come up with a character of his own. He was hanging around in the studio doodling Ashton and Alice one day and waiting for Susie to finish her voice work, when Joey Drew happened to walk by and notice. Joey asked him what he was doing, Susie's brother told him, and Joey thought it was a nifty enough idea that he asked him if he'd like for Ashton to actually be in the cartoons and if he'd be willing to voice them. He was, of course, elated, and happily accepted, but after Susie was replaced by Allison, Ashton was dropped from the cartoons, and both siblings were heartbroken.

Fast forward to Joey Drew asking Susie and her brother to come back and bring the Angel siblings to life one more time. When Ashton was born from the Machine, they were almost perfect(and AMAB because when Thomas was creating the templates, he thought Ashton sounded more like a boy's name) but they had a few flaws, namely having a voracious appetite that couldn't be sated by anything but ink flesh. No matter how much bacon soup or other food Ashton eats, he's never satisfied, so he hunts searchers(especially swollen ones), Lost Ones, the Butcher Gang, and Borises if he can catch one. However, he's not the brightest bulb when he's super hungry. He's gone after the Ink Demon and the Projectionist multiple times, and it never ends well for him. It's a good thing he's faster than both of them, or he would have been killed a long time ago. He stays with Twisted Alice, and they share the inky organs of whatever they can catch and look out for each other. I'll probably write some stuff about the two of them having cute sibling moments.

This also applies to Transmasc!S AU. Ashton didn't know who Ambrose was at first, because having the memories of the cartoon character, they remembered having a sister, not a brother, but when Ambrose told them who he was, something clicked in their head, some ghost of a memory from another life where they had a brother that everyone else thought was actually a sister, and they accepted what Ambrose told them as truth. When they were both alive, Simon would have told his younger brother that he felt more like a man than a woman but asked him not to tell anyone else because he wasn't ready for others to know yet.

Also, just to make this clear, even though they have a cute baby face and happen to be shortish(he's 5'5"), Ashton is NOT a child nor is he "child coded", and Susie's brother was an adult by the time he was turned into Ashton. If I decide to ship him with anyone, I don't want weirdos coming at me about him being too young. I created him, I get to decide how old he is. I am also a short nonbinary with a cute baby face who regularly gets mistaken for being half my age by strangers(and every time I buy alcohol I swear they're scrutinizing my ID like they think it's a fake lmao) but I'm a grown ass adult and no amount of weirdos screaming that short people are Actually Minors or whatever is going to change that.

Anyway I hope y'all like these pretty ink boys! 🖤🖤🖤