#I have so many more sketches y’all aren’t ready

[frescacactuscooler]

The AshiLink brainrot is real is has consumed literally months worth of my brain cells… I wouldn’t want it any other way ✨

If you would like to join me in crackship land @arysthaeniru has an incredible fanfic on AO3 called “Spirits that still Linger in the Wild”. I read it in October and never recovered. I’m obsessed.

[zstetchz]

A new script!!!

A friend has Kindly Helped me edit a New Idea for a Sketch, for if Welcome Home had been a Real Show! This sketch is about Wally Taking a Trip to the Post Office, and Growing Curious on just how Many Types of Mail there are; Eddie happily shows Wally Examples of Letters, Packages, and Postcards! [For Anyone who Likes my oc, There is a Vague Easter Egg!... I Wonder how Many of You will Pick up on it!]

As always! Welcome Home, Eddie and Wally Belong to Clown / Party Coffin! Please Go Give them Good Vibes!

START OF EPISODE

WALLY is sat outside of HOME under a tree, writing something on a comically large envelope before perking up and looking at the camera.

WALLY: Oh! Hello there, neighbor. You’ve caught me at a good time. I was just about to go give our good friend, Eddie, a visit at the post office. You see, I got this letter here,

WALLY holds up envelope to the camera.

WALLY: And I want to get it mailed out to one of my friend who lives too far away from me for me to walk it to their house. Would you like to come with me, neighbor?

WALLY pauses, for an answer.

WALLY: You would? That’s great, we should get going then; I want this to get to my friend as soon as possible.

WALLY then gets up from his spot and begins walking down the street.

WALLY: Hey, neighbor, have you ever mailed someone a letter before? I never have. I hope Eddie can explain what to do so that my friend gets this in time for their birthday. You see, I have painted them a picture of one of their favorite things as a present, and I really want them to open it on their birthday.

WALLY now stands in front of the POST OFFICE. WALLY opens the door.

WALLY: Come on neighbor!

WALLY walks in, EDDIE is behind the mail desk, carrying a large stack of packages. EDDIE sets down his packages on the floor, perking up at WALLY.

EDDIE: Well hello there y’all! What can I do for you today, hmm?

WALLY: Hello, Eddie! My neighbor and I just wanted to mail this to my friend. Their birthday is coming up.

EDDIE: Well ain’t that just the most exciting thing! I can help y’all with that faster than my meemaw can whip up a batch of flapjacks on a sunny Saturday morning in May!

WALLY looks at all the packages behind the counter and tilts his head.

WALLY: Say, Eddie, why do you have all those boxes?

EDDIE: Oh! Those aren’t just any boxes there, Wally.

WALLY: They aren’t? They just look like plain ol' boxes with some writing on them.

EDDIE chuckles as he leans against the counter.

EDDIE: Well, Wally, those are packages.

WALLY: Packages?

EDDIE: Yes indeed, packages! You see, packages are kinda like letters, but with bigger things inside of them.

WALLY: You mean… You can send more than just letters through the mailman?

EDDIE: Of course you can, Wally! There are plenty of things that you can use the post office to send! Packages and letters are just two examples!

WALLY: Well, how many things can the post office send then?

EDDIE: Well just about anything! Think about things you might get in your mailbox! Of course, you know that envelopes, as long as they have a stamp and an address, can be sent through the mail.

EDDIE gestures to the envelope that WALLY is still holding.

EDDIE: Why don’t you set that letter up here on the counter and let me take a look at it for you; I’ll make sure that it is all set to head out.

WALLY sets the envelope on the counter, EDDIE picks it up, facing it to the camera.

EDDIE: Now let’s see. Wally’s envelope has an address, telling me right where it needs to go, right here in the center. But, Wally, this letter cannot be ready to go yet.

WALLY: It isn’t?

EDDIE: Afraid not. You see, Wally, you’re missing a stamp right up in this corner. Lucky for you though, we have some stamps right here at the post office. People can buy them right up here at my desk whenever there is a letter that they would like to send. But, since we are such good pals, I’ll give you a free one, just for this occasion!

WALLY: Thank you, Eddie!

EDDIE turns to grab a stamp from a jar, WALLY looks at the camera for a moment.

WALLY: Eddie sure is nice for taking some time to teach us about the post office, isn’t he, neighbor? We should be sure to thank Eddie before we leave. Do you think that you can remind me, neighbor?

WALLY looks back to EDDIE as he places a stamp on the envelope.

EDDIE: There we go, now that fine envelope is ready to be sent out! You just leave that envelope in the postbox right outside the post office, and another mail carrier will come and pick it up this afternoon. Then it’ll get sorted and sent right along to your friend!

WALLY: Thanks, Eddie. But… We are still curious about the other types of mail you can get.

EDDIE: Oh that’s right! Well, of course, we have the things that can fit into envelopes! Letters, cards-

WALLY: Paintings.

EDDIE: Mhm! But then, we also have things that you can fit into boxes! Those are packages!

EDDIE gestures over to his large stack of packages behind the mail counter.

EDDIE: With a package, you can mail quite a lot of things! Like records, or books, or pens and pencils. Heck, there are some company’s that will let you place an order for anything that you’d like from their store, and they will mail it right to your door! Isn’t that just nifty?

WALLY, to the camera: There sure are a lot of things that the post office can send people, aren’t there, neighbor?

EDDIE chuckles as he nods.

EDDIE: And there is more than that! Sometimes, you can mail pieces of paper without putting them in an envelope!

WALLY: Really Eddie?

EDDIE: Oh definitely! You got things like magazines or newspapers! Free as a bird in the bright blue sky, straight to your mailbox! Or there are even flyers that can tell you if something interesting is going on in the area that you live in! I remember back in Texas, every year there would be flyers in everyone’s mailbox for all sorts of fun activities!

WALLY: Wow. There are just so many types of mail; there are envelopes, that hold small things, like letters.

EDDIE: Mhm!

WALLY: And there are packages, which hold bigger things.

EDDIE: Like art supplies or books!

WALLY: And sometimes there are just loose pages, like magazines.

EDDIE: Sure does sound like you got all of this under your belts now!

EDDIE grabs a few postcards from off to the side, smiling at them.

WALLY: Now, what are those Eddie?

EDDIE: Oh these? These are postcards! Think of them like little photos that have space for an address, stamp, and message on the back!

WALLY: Wow, those are some interesting pictures, Eddie. Can I look at yours?

EDDIE: Well sure thing! But be careful, a dear friend of mine took those pictures and made those cards at his store!

EDDIE hands WALLY the handful of postcards. WALLY thumbs through the small stack.

WALLY: Your friend is really good at taking pictures!

EDDIE: That he is, Wally!

WALLY: Gee, I sure wish I had some cool postcards like these to send to my friends. Don’t you, neighbor?

EDDIE: Well Wally, you can buy postcards from a whole bunch of places! I actually have a new display ready to sell some of my friends postcards here in the neighborhood!

EDDIE gestures to a spinning display next to the stamp jar, WALLY quickly sets the postcards in his hand down onto the counter. EDDIE picks them up with a soft smile. Camera pans over to WALLY staring at the different cards on display.

WALLY: There are so many options. Which one is your favorite, neighbor?

WALLY pauses for an answer, smiles.

WALLY: That one is really pretty. I think that my favorite is the one of the apples and strawberries. I think that we should buy one and keep it in Home.

WALLY grabs the postcard and goes back to the front of the mail counter.

EDDIE: Ah, what a great pick! You know, when I saw that card come in I had a feeling you’d love that card, Wally! That’ll be 25 cents!

WALLY places a quarter on the counter and takes the postcard, along with the original envelope.

WALLY: Thank you, Eddie. Not just for the postcard, but also for teaching Neighbor and I about mail today! Say “thank you”, neighbor.

Que sound effect of children saying “thank you”.

EDDIE: Oh shucks you guys, it was my pleasure! Please come back whenever you would like, I got plenty more that I can teach y’all about!

WALLY: I’m sure we’ll be back sometime soon. See you later, Eddie!

Camera follows WALLY outside. WALLY stops at the postbox, presses a kiss to the envelope and then drops it into the mail slot, then looks to the camera.

WALLY: Gee neighbor, I never thought that I could learn so much about mail. I didn’t even know that there was that much to know about mail. There are letters with stamps, and packages with goodies inside, and flyers that tell us about fun activities. There are so many different types of mail. What was your favorite thing that we learned from Eddie?

WALLY pauses for an answer.

WALLY: I really liked learning that too, neighbor. I think my favorite part was learning about postcards.

WALLY looks at his postcard again.

WALLY: Postcards are really pretty, don’t you think so? Say, maybe one day you and I could learn how to make postcards. I think that would just be the absolute most.

WALLY looks at his watch.

WALLY: Oh neighbor, I think it’s time for me to go check on Home. I’m sure Home would love to see our new postcard. I’ll see you later, neighbor!

WALLY exits, fades to black, commercial break.

[minimultiestfandoms]

NCT Dream (+ Sungtaro) Reaction To Gamer S/O!

requested by: yes

Sorry if some of them are to similar I honestly think they kinda have similar thoughts to this also it was harder because all of them are gamers lmao, but uhm anyways enjoy!

— sunnie

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Mark

Mark alongside Renjun are the gamers that are the least interested in games, he loves the fact that you are a gamer just like him and tends to play with you quite a lot, but he probably prefers watching you play while he holds you in his arms because he feels very relaxed when you play, it’s a stress reliever from all the promotions that he does (I mean he needs sleep boy is in every nct unit except for wayv and he is in superm like wtf how does he sleep), so he is very thankful that you help him relax this way.

Renjun

Renjun is a gamer but him and Mark seem to be the Dreamies that don’t play a lot or care that much, When he finds out his S/O is a gamer he will probably play lots of Si-Fi Games with you (Alien boi), but sometimes he just wants to sit by you and watch you play, he tends to compliment your skills a lot, we all know this boy is an artist, he definitely will sketch you playing and will have many sketches of you and your gaming.

Jeno

Another Resident gamer boy of NCT Dream lol 😂, He loves the fact that now he doesn’t need to play alone or just with his members, because now he can play with the love of his life, the person he wants to marry, he is the type to buy you games for your birthday so you can both play together, also lots of gaming date’s through discord when you guys aren’t together.

Haechan

One of dreamies most obsessed gamer, so when he finds out you play, you better be ready for 1v1 games, he will fight you till the death in games but eventually he gets to the point of not just wanting to beat you but wanting to play with you against other players. Boy will brag to his 127 hyungs about how he and his S/O are better than all of them. Not to mention it’s kind of a turn on to him especially when he sees you sitting there in his shirt with headphones on and focusing on your game, ooo boy you will not walk for about 2 weeks.

Jaemin

Jaemin is a gamer just like all the other Dreamies, and when he found out that you game as well this boy will be so happy because not only do you like games just like him but he can spend even more time than he does normally with you hanging out and about but now he can play games with you and have fun while bonding.

Shotaro

Not really sure fully about Sungchan and Shotaro because they are still quite new to nct even though we can clearly see their personalities. I think Shotaro would sit next to you when you play games and cuddle into you and compliments your skills and asks you to teach him how to play and eventually this becomes your guy’s thing.

Sungchan

Not really sure fully about Sungchan and Shotaro because they are still quite new to nct even though we can clearly see their personalities. I personally think Sungchan likes to play games with you and always tries to beat you or someone else to impress you, boy just wants to spend some time with his amazing lover.

Chenle

He also is a fellow gamer just like the rest of the Dreamies, but everybody knows he is the best player out of the Dreamies. Y’all are that cute gamer couple were you sit and play together all the time, likes online gaming dates when you guys can’t see each other. Likes when you sit on his lap while he games and you just sit there and watch or play along.

Jisung

He is a gamer as well so you guys tend to play a lot together, since it’s quarantine and you can’t really see him because of his schedule you guys have a lot of online gaming and chatting dates. P.s Jisung puffs his cheeks out when you beat him and says he wants a rematch.

[artsninspo]

Unexpected Renaissance (Tre X Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Trevante Rhodes X Reader

Word count: 1.9K 

Summary: When Tre and the reader meet at his fraternity’s party they have no idea the kind of bond heading up to his room is bound to create. 

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I was in my junior year of college when you met Tre. A totally different person; stuck up, condescending and exclusively committed to your artistic pursuits. I felt disconnected from my culture but connected to my ancestry unable to find beauty in the mundane everyday stuff that makes black beautiful. Guess surburbia and privilege can do that to a person. My mother decided to take a sabbatical and my father being a dean organized my special permission to have a roving semester. I was never interested in my mother’s mystification of the south or how she spoke about it with all its lore.

I was mortified to hear my cousin Toya didn’t know what to do with her life. But tapping into my inner artist you listened anyway considering it might be good inspiration for some work. While both of my parents went to survey some family land Toya painted my face.

“You ever been to a college party?” She asked.

“Of course… I’m in college” I stated obviously making Toya snicker.

“You’re a real bitch you know that. But still you my cousin - that’s what this family does they judge me. But you see, I’m a real bitch, I’m not gonna let you go out sad in whatever this shit is. Aren’t you supposed to be an artist?” She asked the real deal from then. “Is it avant garde or some shit I don’t understand?” She added making me smile.

“Some shit” I nodded.

“Yeah well you ain’t about to wear them rags around me. What size are you?” She asked.

“12”

“I’m sure my mama got something laying around that looks better than those rags. Cause I bet you’re into that classist sustainability bullshit too huh” Toya snapped.

“Yes I am, but I think it should start with the corporations and the rich. The lower classes naturally practice many sustainable methods.” I acknowledged.

“Good, then you ain’t all the way air headed” she commented pulling out a dress.

“I’m not a scholar I’m an artist” I clarified.

“They make y’all pay for that too? Any of those niggas in museums degreed up?” Toya asked smug as always.

“You’d do well in intellectual circles.” I commented putting on the dress and denim jacket.

“And you’re about to tear up this party” she smiled looking at me in disbelief.

The ride to campus was short and we could hear the music from the house once we got out the car. I’d never been to an HBCU before. I especially stayed away from fratboys. I watched as people greeted Toya with familiarity.

“Who’s your homegirl?” One of the guys asked. Clearly high ranking in the sorority by his confidence and posturing.

“Met her at the hair store, you said you want pretty girls” Toya justified omitting our familial relations, taking his hand and disappearing. It wasn’t until about an hour or so later that she returned and him and a few other guys got into line that I saw Tre. His movement in the stroll caught my eye and so did his arms.he had this elegance and the way the light his his skin was perfect. I didn’t realize I was staring until he was beside me. I got a closer look at his biceps .

“Tre, like what you see?” He introduced and I snickered wiping my eyes at his confidence.

“You crossed the room” I noted.

“I thought it was the right thing to do with you staring so hard” he commented. He kept talking but my mind was wrapped up on all the pieces I could create with him as the subject. My final project was on black version of renaissance art.

“What does your penis look like?” I asked interrupting him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wow, you came in with Toya right? That happened pretty fast” he swallowed as his air of confidence deflated slightly.

“What’s it look like, you have pictures on your phone?” I asked.

“Is it a prerequisite?” He asked and nodded.

“Actually it is” I responded truthfully. The tiny penises on the most renowned works of art never sat well with me. Appreciating the beauty of the sculptors work only so see those tiny members always was a sore point. Tre motioned for me to follow him in his room. I noticed eyes on us, even Toyas. He closed the door and I looked around a bit noting the minimal design.

“I bet that bed is filthy”

“Nah, I like clean sheets” he commented taking his shirt off leaving his gold chain. It made me smiled as I decided to add that touch.

“How tall are you?”

“Six feet” he noted as you stored the I information in my memory bank trying to consider how expensive it would be to do a life size sculpture in dark stone.

“Fuck” I muttered making him smile.

“You don’t want no foreplay or nothing, we can just get to it?” He asked dropping his pants and by far the best shaped and well endowed nude model I’d ever come across. Not to mention he was handsome. I circled him using my gift - a laser accurate photographic memory. I needed the body to be perfect. I could ask him for pictures of his face later I thought.

When I got up from looking at his member there was sheer confusion in his eyes.

“What, you want me to sit?” He asked confusing me.

“You can put your clothes back on.” I commented ecstatic.

“What the fuck?” He asked dressing. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

“I’m sorry, you just had perfect biceps. I’m an artist and I think you’d be an excellent sculpture. I’m probably gonna sketch you when I get back home” I told him as he grabbed his shirt. He was dumbfounded and annoyed.

“What kind of-“ he started about to blast me so I pulled out my phone finally coming back into reality and the evident danger.

“Look, I’m an artist - senior year I want to have a collection, enough for an exhibit. I’ve been waiting for the perfect subject to model a sculpture after. Michelangelo’s David is beautiful. He may have me in skill but you have David by at least six inches. In scale” I explained tempering the tension and complementing his manhood. The fire faded in his eyes as he looked through my digital portfolio.

“You did all this” he looked surprised and impressed.

“Yeah, I think it’s important for black people to enjoy art they can see themselves in” I admitted.

“You’re lucky you think my biceps are beautiful any other guy would have been fucked up with you getting that close and not sucking” he said frankly.

“My sincerest apologies.” I admitted and he smiled. “Think Toyas ready to go?” I asked.

“Nah” Tre said telling me she was occupied with his eyes.

“Alright thanks, thanks for being cool about my request” I nodded.

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Tre was different than any other subject. It was like he was iridescent. I got another dimension another colour, more depth anytime I looked at him. Toya came home from her work one day saying Tre wanted me to call him. She never asked about that night so I didn’t say anything. We talked all night. Then there was another party and this time I went with my sketchbook and coals he stood with shirtless as I tried capturing his chest and shoulders having finished his rough outline.

Then he was visiting museums with me. Stopping by my makeshift studio in the sabbatical house nearly shitting himself every time pops came in to inquire about my progress. He was there when I cursed out suppliers and cried at the cost of a life sized adaptation, immortalization through art. He was there when the sabbatical and semester were over and we were heading back home. Then there was a Tre sized hole with me. I missed him, I missed our conversations and somehow all the art school politics, drama and preoccupations meant a little less. I found myself drifting away from superficial and towards real. My renaissance was happening at the same time I was preparing my exhibit. My Mona Lisa had brown skin and cornrows — it was Toya.

Tre and I didn’t cross paths again because of my travels until my graduation. He was visibly absent from the exhibit and frustrated about it. I’d never put out anything wit I’m that wasn’t perfect. I showed him my favourite places, I just got my own place afforded by my art instead of my parents wealth. We had sex that night, a fitting way to celebrate. He’d made a comment about not seeing me naked and how it wasn’t fair. I told him he wasn’t going to. Wrapped my insecurity on the moral high ground of not living for the visual satisfaction of men. Tre being Tre - a good man let me get away with it. Still we ended up in my unlit living room going at it on the couch. He used his hands to make mental notes. He took his hands feeling every curve, every roll every imperfection before showing me sex with artistic geniuses and proteges was nothing. I knew I loved him when he woke up and covered me over respecting my wishes about being seen. Somehow that night turned into every night for two weeks. Then he moved in three weeks later. We’ve been inseparable ever since.

I slide my stool back looking at the life sized sculpture of my man. I swallow a little emotional about it finally coming to an end. I swallow standing and daring to probe it for imperfections as my greatest critic. No one knows this body like I do.

“Tre!” I scream. “Tre!” I repeat with urgency like it can animate and walk out of the studio. He comes sleepily leaning in the doorway with his eyes barely open.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asks.

“Babe, it’s finished, four years later it’s finished” I squeal jumping into his arms and it’s a miracle he catches me smiling as he holds me close. I’ve never toiled at anything this long.

“So are you sick of looking at me yet?” He teases and I smile as he kisses me.

“No”

“You said once you finish we can start our family” he says with a one track mind.

“You’re not sick of me yet?” I retort.

“No” he admits.

I smile having denied him kids for the past two years since we’ve been married. The first year we were honeymooners and then the pressure for kids began. He stood with me in solidarity for the public while wearing me out behind closed doors. I stopped taking my birth control six months ago and have been neglecting my real husband for the art piece.

I step down from his hold taking off my glasses and gloves.

“Tre?” I ask putting things back in their place.

“Yeah?”

“I need you for something else” I admit and he swallows nodding despite his agitation the greatest husband ever. I can never thank Toya enough for dragging me to that party.

“What babe?”

“Let’s get started on our greatest masterpiece yet” I smile and it takes the double-entendre awhile to set in before he smiles ready and we get started.

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[joon-ipersgirl]

“inked heart” - jjk oneshot

genre: friends to lovers!au, fluff, a teensy dash of angst

pairing: tattoo artist!guk x tattoo artist!reader (f)

summary: jeon jungkook, a rising star in the tattoing world, is looking to take home best large black and white piece at the 25th annual milano tattoo convention. already one to watch from his previous wins as a young artist, pressures rise when his model for the competition cancels half an hour before the show. 

always there when he needs you, you offer to be his model but jungkook is reluctant, especially when the piece is in a more... intimate place. and the fact that he’s been in love with you for the better part of two years. jungkook isn’t too sure how he’s going to survive the next three hours, not when you ask him if he thinks you’re attractive. 

caught between a rock and a hard place, does he lie to you and himself when the prize is on the line? it’s go big or go home...

word count: 5.9k

warnings: some guk pining, cursing, mentions of heartbreaker jimin, the smallest dash of angst about not winning, tattoo artist yoongi

a/n: my first guk piece! thank you guys so much for the love on the preview, especially your comments. they honestly make my day. i hope this lives up to your expectations and you enjoy it just as much. this was a random idea i had and i love tattooed guk so here we are. i tried my best to make sure all the tattoo things were accurate so if they aren’t sorry in advance 😭 this was a lot of fun to write and i’m actually debating on writing some other things for this couple (especially for guk’s birthday), but i’m not sure yet. let me know if y’all are interested though and i’ll see what i can come up with. as always, thank you vi for supporting my shenanigans and reading this like four times lmao. feedback is always welcomed and highly appreciated. enjoy everyone! 

full masterlist // drabbles

Jungkook’s body buzzed with excitement as he squeezed past the bustling bodies at the 25th annual Milano Tattoo Convention. His fourth year at the world’s largest tattooing competition with a chance to take home the prize for “Best Large Black & White” piece against four hundred incredible artists had Jungkook amped up and ready to go. Some of his inspirations - legends in the game - were mere feet away from him as he browsed the almost endless stations filled with merchandise, displays of new tattoo designs, and occupied benches with models. There was almost nothing he enjoyed more than being around the sound of buzzing guns and filling sheets of half-filled paper with sketches his brain had no issues conjuring up but sometimes struggled to complete. Well, except food. And video games. And you. Not really the point though.

He’d been tattooing for almost six years now, from the moment he’d been able to convince Yoongi to let him be his apprentice. Jungkook had wasted no time in starting his own personal tattoo collection, quickly filling in a full sleeve on his right arm going across his right pectoral and another upper half sleeve on his left. Now, he was making his own name in the art world, commissioning pieces solely off his ability to execute various styles well with very little practice. Jungkook was a jack of all trades and very nearly a master of all. He was a risk-taker and it had paid off for him during his time at Milano, taking home “Best Small Black & White” his second year at the ripe age of twenty, and then “Best Medium Black & White” the following year. Yoongi could barely believe it when the judges called his name and announced him the winner but Jungkook knew his mentor’s chest was swollen with pride. This time, though, there were bigger fish to fry - “Best Large Black & White” in a style Jungkook had just begun feeling comfortable with: fine line tattoos.

He paused at the Killer Ink booth where Hori Kashi was working on a beautiful traditional koi fish upper half sleeve design as his phone buzzed. An Instagram notification.

_petuniablooms: hey jungkook! im so sorry this is last minute but i won’t be able to make the convention to be your model. I got a bad case of food poisoning from dinner last night. i hope this doesn’t cost you the comp. but when you’re back in the country, maybe i can schedule an appt? sorry again!

Jungkook blinked slowly. She couldn’t make it? This was not part of his plan. She was supposed to be here in the next half an hour so he would have enough time to complete his piece for judging in four hours. As one of the younger artists at the convention and with immense amounts of talent, people wondered how long Jungkook would be able to sustain his efforts, especially after taking home prizes in one of the major categories two years in a row. Most of them thought he would burn out after his second year or third year, but here he was. Competitive by nature, Jungkook wanted to prove them wrong - that he really did have what it took to be one of the best in the game. A legend in his own right. He shoved his phone back into his black cargo pants pocket and tugged on his curling brown locks. What was he going to do now?

“Guk! Hey, Guk!” He could barely make out your petite frame as you shoved and elbowed your way through the throngs of folk gathered around booths. You were set on getting to him though, your smaller form not holding you back from covering the distance, your brow set in determination whenever he did get glimpses of your face in the crowd.

That was something Jungkook admired about you: your no-nonsense-get-it-done attitude. Friends for almost three years now, he’d seen the way you’d taken charge of almost every opportunity that came your way. You didn’t take no as the final answer and if you couldn’t find a way to make it happen, you created your own. Either way, you got it done. As the first lead female tattoo artist at your shop, Sin City, you’d also made a name for yourself in the tattooing world as a specialist in black and white shading. Your signature though was the three-color-combination color style you developed for your color tattoos. That’s how the two of you had met - the year he’d won “Best Small Black & White”, you’d taken home “Best Medium Color” - and the two of you hadn’t looked back since.

“Gosh, there’s so many people here. It was so hard to find you. I knew I should have checked the Kashi booth first,” you said after finding a pocket of space next to him and hugging his torso.

“Y/N, it’s a convention. Of course there’s going to be a lot of people here,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you, subconsciously looking for comfort in your touch.

Though the two of you mostly had conflicting schedules due to the demand for your work, you did your best to make time for one another. Jungkook had grown accustomed to seeing you every few weeks for lunch or on Friday nights with beer and chicken for Marvel movie marathon weekends. He didn’t dwell on it too much - how ridiculously domestic a lot of your traditions were - not wanting to shake the table and send the precariously perched house of cards pyramid the two of you had created crashing to the ground, upsetting the balance of your friendship. No, Jungkook would leave those thoughts right where they were.

He more felt than saw you roll your eyes as you said, “Yes, Guk. Conventions have lots of people. This just seems like a health and safety hazard though.” Jungkook squeezed you as you pressed closer to him, slightly uncomfortable as more people gathered in the area.

“Alright, let’s go,” he replied, reminding himself to search for the finished koi design afterward as the two of you walked away. “How’d your piece go?”

“So fucking good!” you beamed and turned your face towards him. He couldn’t help but smile back. “Though I don’t know if it’ll win this year, the guy seemed to be really pleased and that’s all that matters. Plus, t-shirt sales have gone up. Like way up! Speaking of which, you should buy one. My t-shirt design on your body?” you did the chef’s kiss, “Impeccable!” you exclaimed and grinned.

Your smile was another thing Jungkook admired about you. The faintest dimples appeared when you did and there was almost never a moment when he couldn’t not smile with you. It was a smile that reached your twinkling eyes and illuminated your face with a glow. Like right now, as you’re striking poses and modeling your black and white cityscape background covered with your shop’s name in a candy red color, a tattoo gun positioned to finish the last line of the last letter on the white tee in the middle of the crowded aisle in some of the shortest shorts he’s ever seen you wear in public. When did you get those?

“You know what would look good on my body?” you asked as the pair of you carried on walking. Me, he thought, but knew where this conversation was really going. “One of your tattoo designs!”

Jungkook sighed. “Y/N, we’ve already talked about this -”

“I know, Guk, but you literally have no reason to not tattoo me,” you whined. “You’ve tattooed every single one of your other friends! Hell, even Yoongi has a tattoo by you.”

“Yoongi has what?” the older man asked as he bumped into you two as you passed the registration booth.

“A tattoo by Jungkook,” you pouted, arms crossed.

It wasn’t that Jungkook didn’t want to tattoo you. He just didn’t want to fuck up a design that would be permanently etched into your skin for the rest of your life. He wanted to create something that was beautiful for you, something that really conveyed the importance of your presence in his life, but every time he sat down to do so, nothing seemed good enough. You’d been seriously begging him for the better part of a year to do something - anything - but he’d refused saying that he didn’t have the time. Secretly, he just didn’t want to fail and let you down.

“Ah, that age-old debate. It’ll happen one day, kid,” Yoongi said as he patted your shoulder gently. “What time are you setting up, Jeon? Your model’s supposed to be here soon, right?” Yoongi asked.

“Fuck!” Jungkook shouted, tugging on his hair and startling a few people around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don’t have one. She can’t make it. I have to find someone else,” he yelled as he took off, no destination really in mind.

“Wait! Guk -” you called after him but he didn’t stop.

Sometimes, being around you was dangerous as Jungkook could quite literally forget what it was he needed to be doing. There was just something about you that made him lose focus, just a little bit. He couldn’t have that right now. Jungkook needed to be on his A-game, scouting a model that would give him consent in - he checked his phone - twelve minutes.

The one time Jungkook needed someone to be interested in his work, there wasn’t a single soul around. Where had all the people who were begging him to schedule them in for a quick session disappeared to? None of the people passing by were interested in getting a random, floral design done by Jeon Jungkook today, unfortunately. It was as though the devil of the tattoo underworld had cursed him the one time he could have used some luck for the sole purpose of being entertained. Circling back to the D-Town Tattoos booth, Jungkook was running out of options. Shit.

“There you are!” you wheezed as you came to a halt and rested your hands on the table in front of you. “Fuck, I forgot how fast you are.”

“Y/N, I don’t have time. I have to find a model -”

“Why don’t you just use Y/N?” Yoongi asked as he calmly took a seat next to his bench, a tall young man following behind him.

“I couldn’t -” Jungkook spluttered, eyes wide.

“Like you said, Jeon, you don’t have time,” Yoongi reminded him, setting up his work station for his client.

Jungkook looked over at you, still slightly hunched over and trying to catch your breath. This was not how he’d wanted to do this. “Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t know if -”

“Fuck yeah, dude!” you said interrupting him. “100%. Let’s do this!”

Jungkook watched as you made yourself comfortable on his workbench, waiting for him to get started. The fact that you weren’t nervous only added to his apprehension, the fear of potentially disappointing you resurfacing and rising in his gut. It felt like he was taking a risk with stakes much higher than he was willing to bet on, but the trust you had in him had him saying, “Okay. Fill out the consent forms and I’ll pull up the design.”

“What are we working with?” you asked curiously, handing the clipboard back over to him, not really reading it and only signing your name in the designated spots.

“Thigh piece,” he murmured, concentrating on finding the correct sketch on his iPad.

“Sounds fun. I know it’s going to be amazing, Guk. Don’t worry,” you reassured him. He smiled warily as you gave his shoulder a tender squeeze.

Nodding more to himself than you, he showed you the design. @_petuninablooms, like her name suggested, loved flowers. So much so, she’d wanted a full piece dedicated to that specific flower as well as whatever other floral arrangements she thought Jungkook could make look pretty against her skin. She’d won his Instagram contest to be his model for free at the convention because of her sentimental design and background as a botanist, something that piqued Jungkook’s interest. Though he was proud of the design, it didn’t seem to fit you.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I don’t know if it’ll fit your style,” he said, gesturing to your upper half sleeve. The three faces of Frida Khalo, Nefertiti, and Tomoe Gozen were beautifully designed and organized by you as a symbol of feminine unity - embodying passion, leadership, and grace. A much edgier piece than what currently sat on the screen of his iPad designed for his winner, he wasn’t sure how you’d feel about the softer image.

“I told you, Guk. You could tattoo anything on me and I’d be happy. Maybe even more happy than if you’d let me tattoo you. I just want to have something of yours on me - support your craft, you know? Besides,” you said zooming in on the flowers, your gold rings shining in the light, “I like petunias.” Jungkook wasn’t sure if you were only saying this to make him feel better, but he was grateful for your encouragement anyway.

“Uh, I’m going to need you to take your shorts off,” he said hesitantly. “Yoongi, this isn’t against the rules, right? Like having another artist sit for you?” Jungkook asked, turning to give you some privacy though anyone walking past would be able to see you shimmy out of them as there was no curtain or door to shield you.

“Nope. Not that I’ve read,” Yoongi replied, concentrating on his design. Jungkook nodded, steeling himself to focus and get the job done. What he wasn’t expecting was to see you adjusting the band of some very high-waisted, very skimpy, black panties. He nearly choked.

“Does this need to be further up? If not, I can take them off for you. I don’t -”

“No!” Jungkook cried out as he tore his eyes away from the curve of your ass. “I can just move the stencil. It’ll be fine,” he continued after clearing his throat.

“Okay,” you said awkwardly. Jungkook apologized for his outburst as he wheeled himself over to sit in front of you on his little stool. He was making a much bigger deal of this entire situation that it needed to be. He’d seen you in a bikini before, but something about seeing you in your underwear sitting before him was different.

“Relax, Jeon. It’s only a thigh!” Yoongi teased, his head down but his shit-eating grin very much present as he worked on the shading on his client’s forearm. Though Yoongi would never say anything to you out of respect for Jungkook, Jungkook knew Yoongi enjoyed putting him through the wringer whenever you were around.

“Not just a thigh! It belongs to me. My thigh is prime real estate, Min Yoongi. There’s a lot of artists that have been wanting to get in on this,” you joked. Jungkook laughed as he prepped your skin for placing the stencil with rubbing alcohol, hating the fact that he couldn’t feel your skin through the latex gloves but also grateful for the sensory blocker. He knew you were right though - lots of artists did want to work on you and have you walk around with their work as free endorsement of their skill. Honestly, this was a prime opportunity and he should make the most of it.

“Would you be okay with me changing this larger petunia into a mandala? I know you like those,” Jungkook suggested.

“Guk, this is your piece. I told you, I’m good with whatever,” you said cheerfully.

“Keep talking like that I’ll tattoo my name on your ass,” he quipped as he adjusted the design before placing it.

“Make it your face and we just may have a deal,” you shot back and Yoongi gagged from his corner. Jungkook did not want to think about the potential implication of those words.

He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to survive the next three and a half hours with you making suggestive comments while standing in your barely-there underwear, but he was going to have to. Of course, as friends, you’d always had the occasional flirty banter but the “Best Large Black & White” prize was calling his name and God did he want to win. He double-checked the placement of the design as it stretched from just above your hip bone to finish in the middle of your thigh. His adjustments were so precise, it covered the expanse of your thigh damn near perfectly. Jungkook grinned.

“Ready?” he asked, holding up a mirror as you checked out the placement, twisting from side to side.

“Yeah, looks great. How do you want me?”

Jungkook paused as he set up his rolling tray filled with his ink caps and laid out his sterilized needles. There were more than a few ways he could answer that but he settled on, “However you’re most comfortable. You’re going to be here for a while.”

You laughed and climbed onto the bench, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your ass, before you settled against the leather on your left side. Jungkook adjusted the height of his seat so he could position on your thigh with your bent knee resting against the bench and angled towards him. Confirming you were indeed comfortable, Jungkook gently rubbed the A&D ointment across the first section of the design, taking slightly longer than necessary, and got to work. There was a little over three hours to get it done.

He worked diligently as he traced the fine lines of the flower petals, slipping into his professional mode. A small crowd had gathered around the booth, intrigued to see him work on you. Most of the folks there knew about your friendship from social media and mutual community-work settings, how the two of you had bonded over your shared love of tattoos, but seeing the two of you together like this was a real treat. He didn’t feel any pressure as the cameras fought to get a glimpse of him working though. Jungkook did well under pressure but there was a lot riding on this one piece. For him and for you. He wouldn’t disappoint you though. He couldn’t. Not when you looked so peaceful as he worked on the tattoo. Jungkook would win and make you proud.

“Guk, I have a question.”

“What’s up?”

“Would you fuck me?” Jungkook was thankful he’d removed the needle from your skin to wipe off the extra ointment as there was no doubt in his mind he would have fucked up had it been there.

“What?” he asked, slightly breathless.

“Okay, maybe that was a bit vulgar. I guess what I mean is do you think I’m attractive? Like -” you tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “- a woman you’d spend the night with. Date long-term. That sort of thing,” you finished. Jungkook swallowed before he spoke.

“Uh, yeah. You’re an attractive person.” Jungkook replied, avoiding eye contact with you as he went back to tracing the lines and tried not to think of you under him, around him, on top of - “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship - since anyone has even asked me on a date. Seokjin never called me back after we went for drinks that one time and Jimin - nevermind actually,” you sighed and Jungkook re-lived the memory of Park Jimin with you - the second man to break your heart in a matter of months. His face soured as he remembered how inconsolable you were the first few months after the breakup and how badly he’d wanted to take a baseball bat to Jimin’s very nice, very expensive car. “Maybe I’m unapproachable. Yoongi, am I unapproachable?” you called over to him.

“Yes,” he said dryly, not bothering to look at you. You scoffed in response.

“You’re never the best person to ask, you old man! People barely talk to you,” you murmured.

“Y/N, you’re great,” Jungkook said in response. “You’re more than great actually, but maybe now isn’t the time to get into a relationship?”

“Why not? I have a stable job, I’m cool -”

“Barely!” Yoongi called over. Jungkook watched you shoot Yoongi the finger before you began speaking again.

“- and I’m charming. It would be nice if someone could appreciate that too, someone that wasn’t only me.”

“Hey! I appreciate you!” Jungkook blurted out, slightly offended.

“Yeah, like a friend. Guk, you know you don’t -”

“Don’t say it. Don’t tell me I don’t count, Y/N.”

“But Jungkook -”

Jungkook paused and set his gun down. “No. No ‘but Guk’, Y/N. I appreciate you, more than you know or understand. I get that we’re friends and I know you value our friendship, but you don’t get to tell me I don’t count because you think you know how I feel about you. Please don’t let your perception of my words and actions let you label them “friendly” when they’re something else.” Jungkook picked his gun back up, avoiding your gaze again, slightly alarmed by his unplanned confession.

“What? What do you mean ‘something different’?” you asked, confused. “Was I supposed to read this any differently after you said -”

“You weren’t supposed to know. You weren’t supposed to find out - not like this at least,” he muttered. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Just don’t count me out okay, Y/N? Not this time. Can we talk about this later though? I just -”

Before he could finish, Jungkook’s alarm went off, signaling only an hour and a half left before he needed to be taking you for judgement. “Okay, Guk. I won’t count you out. Finish,” you said softly as you nodded to your tattoo and chewed your lip in thought.

With time against him, you and Jungkook no longer conversed, though the conversation rattled in his brain like loose change in a tin can. He would need much more than a penny for his thoughts if he wanted to get out of this situation. The hasty confession had Jungkook wondering if he’s said too much too soon. Had he finally sent the house of cards tumbling down? It’s not that he hadn’t wanted to say anything, but the fear of you not meaning what you’d said frightened him. Memories of the two of you curled up on his aging leather sofa flickered across his mind’s eye and he wondered if this fuck up was worse than the time he’d quickly denied having any romantic feelings for you the morning after a drunk confession and you’d reciprocated the feelings. It had taken a few months for things to return back to any type of normal, an uneasy tension having over you both whenever you’d met up. Every few seconds his eyes flitted to your face, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever you were thinking sprawled across your forehead in your big, looping handwriting but your eyes were closed and your face fairly serene as you let him work in silence.

And work he did, shoving the thoughts to the back of his mind, finishing the last lines of the final petunia and filling in the mandala with various degrees of shading. He admired the delicacy of his work against your smooth skin, deciding it did suit you, much more than he could have hoped. Jungkook was actually slightly disappointed he was close to finishing, already missing the intimacy of working on you, but also eager to get you on stage so people could see his work. He’d gotten lost in the act like he usually did, concentration never breaking as the rest of the Milano Convention continued in full effect around him. Why had he waited so long to do this? You were a dream to work on, never flinching even as he finished up the minute shading of your tattoo, the worst part for many people. A true tattoo veteran with a hell of a pain tolerance. Roughly ten minutes left in the session, Jungkook wrapped up the piece.

“All done,” he said softly, wiping away the excess ointment and admiring his work briefly.

He heard you gasp as you propped yourself up to get a better view of it. “Holy fuck, Jungkook! It’s perfect. I love it!” you whispered in amazement and Jungkook smiled, relieved to not have disappointed you.

“Let me get some pictures, yeah?” You nodded and Jungkook snapped a few shots, promising to send them to you after the convention ended.

“Looks good, Jeon. And you got it done in time. You learned well,” Yoongi chuckled as Jungkook weakly punched his shoulder. “Are you happy, Y/N?” Yoongi asked as he packed up his spare equipment while his client waited patiently to be escorted to judging.

“Happy?” you scoffed, checking the tattoo out again in the mirror. “How about fucking ecstatic? I’m absolutely in love. Seriously Guk, thank you,” you beamed and launched yourself at him for a hug. Jungkook made eye contact with Yoongi as he held you tight in his arms, the older man relaying a silent message to his younger apprentice through raised eyebrows and crossed arms.

“Alright, alright. You can stare at it more later. We have to get to the judges and make it through all these people so,” Jungkook trailed off, letting you go while simultaneously ushering you out of their designated little space. Agreeing, you grabbed your teeny shorts and shoved your feet back into your sneakers. Jungkook stayed close behind you in an effort to cover your very visible, very exposed ass from peering eyes as you moved through the crowd. As much as he hated to admit it, he was really protective of you.

The trek to the judging station wasn’t as official as the name made it sound. It was really just a small stage raised a few inches above the ground with a table and enough chairs to seat the three judges as artists and their models were scored based on design, complexity, and overall execution. This year’s judges were Jung Hoseok of J’s Tailored Tattoos, Kim Namjoon of Mono & Moon, and Kim Taehyung of Vintage Vante. The three of them were rightfully deemed the gods of the tattoo world and Jungkook looked up to them immensely, each of them having numerous titles on the world stage in countries like Brasil, the United Kingdom, and Australia. Nerves rolled in Jungkook’s belly as he waited in the crowd with you for the host to call his name. A win with these guys as the judges would really put some of those naysayers in their place and Jungkook shuffled in place behind you, antsy.

“What’s wrong, Guk?’ you whispered to him as another artist and model headed on stage.

“What if they don’t like it?” he murmured anxiously.

“Do you like it?” Jungkook nodded. “Then that’s all that really matters. You’re insanely talented and I know they’re some of your role models, but they’re fucked if they don’t see how incredible you are. You’ve got this, Guk,” you said in a hushed tone as Yoongi took the stage with his model from earlier. Jungkook smiled into the back of your head as you stood in front of him and gave his hand a squeeze. Jungkook could always count on you.

It was now his turn. Standing with one hand tucked into his pocket and the other firmly gripping your shorts, Jungkook watched as the judges made their notes on their scoring sheets. You turned graciously to give all three of them the best view of the tattoo. And while he knows that there are probably a few people who’d be overjoyed at the challenges he faced to get to this moment, Jungkook didn’t care. Not when your uplifting words still wrapped around him, affirming his skill and talents. He was proud of what he’d accomplished today and while winning was the ultimate goal, he was also at ease because he’d succeeded in fulfilling one of your wishes and you were happy. Jungkook could only smile as you showered him with praise and tried to convince him to tattoo you again as the judging continued.

The two of you stood with Yoongi, chatting as the judges tallied up the scores. He tried to stay still as he watched the host organize the names of the winning artists, losing interest in the conversation as the judges confirmed the final results. One by one, the host read the categories and its corresponding champion. “For Best Medium Color,” the host paused for dramatic effect, “Min Yoongi!” Jungkook cheered loudly with you as his mentor took the stage with his model showing off the antique pocket watch and a royal flush poker hand on top of a wispy background.

Jungkook’s heart hammered in his chest, the sensation almost worse than his first year at the convention as Best Large Black & White was read out. Though he wanted to look calm and collected on the outside, Jungkook was sure he looked anything but. The audience created their own drumroll as the anticipation built - “Jeon Jungkook!”

Your squeal kickstarted Jungkook’s brain as he processed his win. He’d really done it? A few people around him clapped him on the shoulders in congratulations as he was pushed towards the stage to collect his prize and take his place beside the host. “Congratulations, Jungkook! One of the few artists to take home all three wins in one category,” the host announced. If only they knew what it took to get there. Jungkook felt like he was on cloud nine as he shook hands with the judges and took his picture with you and them, prize in hand. He knew he was positively glowing with pride.

“Guk, you did it! I told you that you could!” you cheered as you bounced up and down in happiness and excitement as they moved onto Best Large Color. He smiled down at you and unable to help himself any longer, he scooped you up into his arms, burying his face in your neck.

“Thank you, Y/N!” He repeated the phrase earnestly as if saying it over and over again would finally let you understand just how grateful he was but all it really did was make you giggle as his breath tickled your skin. “Seriously, I really couldn’t have done this without you.”

“I know,” you joked and flipped your hair. You both laughed and you pulled him in for another hug as you said, “Of course, Guk. I’m always here for you. Always,” you punctuated with a squeeze and a smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” he agreed. “You are always here for me,” he said vaguely as he stared down at you in his arms.

“Guk?” you queried as he stared off into the distance.

“This isn’t happening because I won. I don’t want you to think that I only do things like this when I’m any sort of intoxicated, okay?” Jungkook clarified as his confidence grew.

“Things like what?”

“Like confess and kiss you,” he stated.

“Kiss me? You’ve never-”

“Yes, I know I’ve never kissed you. But I want to. Is that okay?” Jungkook asked seriously.

“Yes. More than okay,” you whispered.

It was all Jungkook needed to hear. He was finally kissing you. A soft kiss that grew the longer you stood pressed together in the middle of the convention floor. Jungkook had had his fair share of first kisses, but yours was the one he’d remember for the rest of his life. Maybe because it was you. Maybe that’s why it would always be his favorite. He’d always refrained from putting himself in any situation where he’d be even the slightest bit tempted but now, after having you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let you go. The overwhelming sensation that it was actually happening was quickly quelled by the insurmountable joy he felt as you kissed because it was actually happening.

Jungkook may have ascended into another plane as your fingers curled into the hair at the base of his neck and you pulled him further into you. Though he really didn’t want you to think he was only doing this because he’d won, the courage it gave him really did help. The feeling of winning nearly paled in comparison from the brief, sweet taste that was you. Even if he’d never won tonight, he would have considered himself a winner regardless from the kiss alone. Jungkook sighed into you as he savored the moment. Through the pounding of blood in his ears, he could vaguely make out the hoots and hollers of passerbyers as he held you close. Lost in you once again, Jungkook forced himself to remember your earlier conversation.

“Did you really mean it though?” he asked, one arm still wrapped tightly around your waist and the other holding onto his golden plaque.

“Mean what?”

“Not counting me out.”

“Did you mean what you said?” you countered. “Even if I wasn’t supposed to find out this way.”

“Yes, and all the times before then,” he answered truthfully. “So, does this mean you’ll have me?”

“Absolutely. Totally. With my entire hea-” He pressed repeated kisses against your mouth, your teeth clashing as you both smiled, neither of you willing to break apart until a familiar voice cleared its throat.

“I leave for five minutes and this is how I find you. Took you long enough though. Be that as it may, are you done?” Yoongi asked, expression wry and his own prize peeking out of his duffle bag. “I could use some food before we head back to the hotel and Y/N is going to need that tattoo bandaged.”

“Right, right,” Jungkook answered and let you go albeit reluctantly. “We’ll meet you at the car?” Yoongi nodded.

“Don’t take forever. I will leave you. Both of you,” Yoongi warned as he headed off to the exit without any further questions.

Back at the booth, Jungkook applied a generous amount of ointment to the piece before securing it with a bandage and double-checking the tape. Helping you step into your shorts, he smiled at the tattoo. Not only would it be a great reminder of a great win, it would also signify the milestone in your friendship - relationship? - was taking. “Told you that you should’ve tattooed me sooner,” you quipped as you gingerly pulled up your shorts.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he asked, playing along as he quickly packed up his things.

“You would have won much sooner,” you murmured, standing before him.

“Really? What would have been my prize instead? Because that plaque is pretty great.” Jungkook sat his bag on the ground and rested his hands on your hips.

“Better than me?” you grinned and he pressed his lips to yours again.

“Looks like I’ll have to come up with another design then,” he hummed.

“Or you can let me and I can tattoo you,” you suggested with a devilish grin.

“And what do you propose?”

“My name. Right here,” you pointed to the empty space on the left side of his chest.

“Only if you let me tattoo my face on your ass,” he joked and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Deal,” you laughed.

Jungkook said nothing further, only smiled as he laced his fingers between yours and tugged you in the direction of the exit. “Great. I’ll have everything arranged,” he replied. Laughing with you in these moments meant so much to him and while he wasn’t sure what would happen between you after you left the convention and headed home, he would take pleasure in these moments for as long as you’d let him. As the two of you exited the building and hustled across the busy street to the parking garage so Yoongi wouldn’t have an excuse to leave you, Jungkook wondered if you’d known that your name had been inked over his heart a long, long time ago.

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Nature: A Javid Oneshot

A/N: My first ever oneshot on this website! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count- 1.2k

Jack loved the open sky. He loved the stars, the sounds of nature, and everything in between. But, more than anything, it calmed him, something that not many things were able to do. As a kid, he had always dreamed of falling asleep under the stars every single night. And when he was bounced around in foster care, the night sky had been the one common variable. Always there, like a blanket. Luckily for Jack, Some of the Newsies had put together a camping trip in the woods near campus. They had tents (from the Dollar Tree, probably), a bunch of marshmallows, some hotdogs, and a whole lot of energy. And Jack? Jack an invite and a limited will to live. At least Davey would be there, which, to be honest, had its ups and downs.

Ups, because Davey was single-handedly the sweetest human alive and a fun dude to hang out with. And downs, because Davey was Mom Friend Supreme™ and also had an annoying tendency to make Jack’s normally stoic heart do a tap dance in his chest. Which really was inconvenient because Jack’s last relationship had ended only four weeks ago. It wasn’t a nasty breakup, he and Katherine were actually still friends, but the boys still expected him to be depressed about it. But Jack didn’t like to linger. He was upset for a few days, but now he was over it. Katherine obviously was as well, since she was seen going on a few coffee dates with some girl. 

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, he could be whoever he wanted to be because that’s just how it was with the Newsies.

Tonight, he could eat bargain hot dogs and s’ mores, and avoid the fact that he was hopelessly in love with the only man he couldn’t have; because god forbid David Jacobs dated a mess like him. 

Jack knew exactly where he lay in David’s mind. He was a close friend, maybe a sort of Uncle to his future children with his perfect little life with his husband in the suburbs. David liked him well enough, but he would likely never love him. And Jack had tried to accept that, even though, thus far, it had only made it much worse.

“Ay! Jack! You packed?” Crutchie yelled from his lower bunk. Jack was stretched out on the top bunk, staring at a half-finished political cartoon for his class. 

“Yeah… What time’d the guys say to be there?” Jack sat up, hitting his head on the low ceiling. He wasn’t even that tall and it managed to injure him on a daily basis. 

“...In five minutes.”

“Shit-” Jack muttered, scrambling to jump down the bunk, only succeeding in hitting his head yet again on the ceiling. After hitting the floor in the heap, all Jack could hear was Crutchie’s cackles. 

“Just kidding, It’s actually in 20- I just wanted to see your reaction,” Crutchie wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Yeah, real funny, Crutch,” Jack mumbled, rolling his eyes and smiling. As much as he loved his little brother, he, unfortunately, knew exactly how to get Jack riled up quite easily, which normally ended in Jack running into a wall or stabbing himself in the arm with a pen in a panic.

“S’funny to me,” Crutchie choked out, still laughing. Jack pushed himself to his feet, brushing off the assorted chip crumbs that had migrated from the shitty shag carpeting of his dorm onto his shirt.

“I know, I know,” Jack muttered, grabbing Crutchie’s crutch from the wall and handing them to him. Looking at his laughing face, Jack couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

“Alright, let’s get a move on… You ready?” Jack shook his head while still grinning, snatching his duffle bag and Crutchie’s backpack from beside the door. 

“Ay! I can carry that!" Crutchie protested, making a grab at the bag. 

“Wow, brother dearest, won’t even let me carry a bag,” Jack joked, sticking out his tongue and popping into a dead sprint down the hallway. 

“NOW THAT’S JUST UNCALLED FOR!” Crutchie yelled from the hallway. 

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, STUPID HEAD!” Jack shouted back, slamming open the door for the stairs and sliding onto the railings down the flights. Once he reached the bottom, he pulled out his phone.

“Text RaceyBoi.” 

“What would you like to say?” that stupid automated voice asked back, not fully human or robotic. 

“‘Can you go walk Crutchie to the campsite? Left him for CPS reasons.’” CPS was not, in fact, Child Protective Services, but instead Crutchie Protection Squad.

Smiling to himself, Jack started walking towards the woods on the outskirts of campus. He thought he saw Kid Blink and Spot at one point, Heely-ing towards the woods. He couldn’t help but wonder how the wheels would hold up amongst all the vegetation, and quietly hoped he wouldn’t have to call an ambulance tonight. 

“Hey, Jack!” came a familiar voice from behind him. His heart automatically deciding to kick into overdrive, Jack turned around to see none other than David Jacobs, grinning and clutching a duffle bag. 

“Whaddup, Dave,” Jack grinned back, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder. Seriously, who gave him the right to be this tall? He was like a noodle with a head and arms. 

“You heading down to the campsite?” Davey asked, falling into step with Jack. 

“That’s the plan. Race is taking Crutchie so that idiot won’t try to carry his backpack again.” 

“...You realize he can carry it perfectly fine, right?” Davey said, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, but I just feel like doin’ something nice for him, y’ know?” 

“You may be stupid at times, but you are a good brother, Jack Kelly,” Davey chuckled, taking off his hat and flipping it backward. 

“Ey, now don’t get to tellin’ the boys that, I have a reputation as a jerk to keep,” Jack couldn’t stop smiling. Why couldn’t he stop smiling? He felt like someone had turned him into the fucking sun from the Teletubbies. 

“I don’t think you could pass as a jerk if you tried,” Davey shrugged, looking into Jack’s eyes so he could get the point across. God, his eyes were brown. Beautiful, chocolatey, perfect brown. 

“You would be surprised,” Jack said, tearing his eyes away. 

Don’t let yourself get attached, dammit. 

“Hey,” Davey stopped. Jack stopped too, staring at him. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder. 

“Don’t… Don’t talk like that. I know you, Jackie. Okay? And you aren’t an asshole.” 

“Jeez, David, only a few minutes into the trip and you’re already on the late-night talks-” Jack turned away, hoping Davey couldn’t see that he was blushing. 

“I need to hear you say it, okay?” He turned Jack around, forcing him yet again to look into his eyes. 

“Fine. I… I ain’t an asshole. Ya happy?” Jack bit his tongue forcefully. That almost physically pained him to say. 

“Yeah. I… I’m sorry Jack,” Davey said. Jack still wasn’t looking at him. 

“Don’t apologize for caring, Davey.” 

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It was late. The shitty fire that had taken them almost a full hour to make was burning low, and Jack had to keep prodding it with a random stick to keep it lit. Most of the boys had already retired to their tents and sleeping bags, and Davey was fast asleep on his chair. Race was the only one still out. 

“Do you think we should wake him up?” Race said, tossing the remains of his s’more into the fire. 

“What? Oh, nah, I’ll wake him up when I head in. Poor kid, being a pre-med student probably never sleeps,” Jack pointed out. 

“How long do you think you’ll be staying out?” Race asked, standing up and stretching. 

“‘Till I get tired,” Jack prodded the fire again, before throwing in another stick. 

“Then he’ll be out here all night,” Race joked, cracking a smile.

“I’ll wake him up before then. Wouldn’t want him to get hypothermia or some shit.” 

“It’s the middle of April, I highly doubt he’ll get hypothermia, Jack.” 

“...Did Racetrack Higgins seriously just say an educated statement?”

“Goodnight-” Race turned away suddenly, seeming intent on changing the subject. 

“YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT NOW, WE KNOW YOU’RE SMART,” Jack whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake any of the boys up (especially not Davey). 

Race replied with his silence. 

Sighing, Jack sat back in his chair. Not having any will to sleep, and nothing more to do, he grabbed out his sketchbook. Nature was always good for inspiration. 

Well, it could’ve been nature, or it could’ve been Davey. Because, without even realizing it, Jack had started to sketch the sleeping boy’s figure. His right fist was supporting his cheek, his hat was half-tipped onto his face, shading it slightly. His legs were crossed, and his left arm was set on top of them. 

Behind him was a backdrop of pine trees, and, even though that wasn’t the actual view, a full moon, and stars. So many stars. All spelling out little words of love in Spanish, Jack’s first language. 

Precioso. Bonita. Perfecto. 

His hair was mostly tucked under his cap. His eyes were softer when he slept. A ghost of a smile played at his lips. 

Increíble. 

Perfect. 

Just as Jack was signing his name and dating the piece, Davey began to stir. 

Quickly shutting the book, Jack simply stared up at the stars he could see despite the light pollution and thick trees. 

“Hey, Jack, saw you drawing there,” Davey said, quietly. 

“Oh- uh- yeah, just… lookin’ through some old pieces,” Jack stammered. 

“Can I see?” 

“Uh- no, this isn’t my graded stuff, it’s all just sketches-“

“Y’know, for an art student, you really don’t like showing your art.” 

“Uh- Fine.” Jack gave up and strode across the fire to hand him the book. It was mostly drawings of the boys, maybe he wouldn’t look that far. 

...Spoiler alert, he looked that far. 

“...Is this me? Right back then, when I was sleeping?” 

“Uh-“

“You really made me look better than I’ve ever seen myself.” 

“Well, that’s how I see you,” Jack said before he could think about his words. Y’know, like a normal person who is trying to hide a massive crush that could end one of his best friendships. 

“Th-that’s… how you see me?” Davey was blushing now. Blushing. Not disgusted. 

“Uh… yeah. Y’see here, th-the moon behind ya, the way it… it focuses on you.” Jack said, kneeling by his chair and pointing to it. 

You are digging your own grave, Jack Kelly. 

“Jack, I… that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Davey was still blushing. He turned his face to Jack’s. He was so close… 

“Well… I draw what I think, Dave, ‘cause words… they ain’t my strong suit,” Jack chuckled, pulling back. But Davey leaned forward. 

“Your drawings don’t need words, Jack. But the artist of them… That is a man that deserves millions of words said about him.” 

“D-Davey… Don’t. Please, don’t do this,” Jack shook his head, standing back up. 

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I- I’m sorry, I thought that we-“ 

“No, David. You didn’t. That’s the exact issue! D-d’ya really think I want to end up breaking your heart? We… We can’t do this, ‘cause it’ll end with me hurting you just like I have a million people! And you don’t deserve that fate! You’re too good for me, David,” Jack might’ve been crying. He wasn’t sure. But he sure as hell was ranting. 

“Jack-“ 

“Don’t Jack me, don’t try to act like it could be any different. We know exactly how this is going to end, and I- I can’t stand losing you, Dave.” 

There was a moment of silence. It was obvious Davey was picking his next words carefully. 

“You won’t.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“You won’t because I won’t let it, Jack Kelly. I won’t let you lose me as a friend, ever. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.” 

“Da-“ 

In two strides, Davey crossed the circle of chairs and shut Jack up with a kiss, half-crushing him with how tightly he was holding him. 

He did this… this thing that made it obvious this wasn’t his first kiss. The way he moved his head up and down just a little bit. The way he seemed all in but ready to pull away if they needed to at any second. 

But more than anything, there was a definitive Davey-ness to him that made it all perfect. 

So Jack had found one more reason to like nature. It was where he shared his first-ever kiss with his boyfriend, David Jacobs.

[thoseofgreatambition]

Dear George || Gred and Feorge

pt 1 || pt 2 

description: Though he didn’t like to speak of it, George struggled after the war. He’d let himself lose step of things in the comfort of soft bodies and the hope of forever. Sleep escaped him. Worry consumed him. A spark of hope came from the cunning Gwendolyn. George tries hard to squash any thoughts down, to escape the cycle of mistakes. 

a/n: I am so shocked y’all liked the last chapter! I hope y’all keep liking it. I’ve been hoping to convey my intention through this fanfic well, and I hope my messages about different types of health start to come through. 

warnings: anxiety

Pairing: George x OC

Wordcount: 1.6K

“Hey Gred!” Fred was smiling brightly at his brother as George came through the fireplace. Fred was standing in their kitchen in front of a series of potions that he was going through dose by dose. His cane sat atop the counter next to a pile of product prototype sketches.

The elder of the twins hadn’t had too much to drink, seeing as it had been so long since he’d been able to, but it was just enough to keep him quite happy. He forced another potion down his throat, wincing at the taste. He’d complain about how many he had to take, but he was simply happy that the number was going down. “Where’d you go off to with Gwen?” If it had been a few months earlier, Fred would be quite confident with the answer to that question, but now he wasn’t quite sure.  

They hadn’t really talked about George’s behavior after the war, but Fred was happy his brother seemed back to himself. George, for a short while after the war, had thrust himself into a series of ill advised relationships. The girls had all been a tad off their rocker but then again, George had been the same. Fred knew his brother was seeking companionship instead of actually dealing with the after effects of the war.

Really, Fred was much less worried about him nowadays, though the fact George couldn’t sleep was cause for concern.

He was curious about what had happened with Gwen though. He hadn’t seen her since before the battle, and tonight he hadn’t really gotten to talk with her. Hopefully she’d start coming back to London more often.

George raised the bottle of potion and the satchel of tea he’d been given as he walked towards the kitchen. “I told her that I can’t sleep and she helped me out.” There was a bit of hope in his chest that had gone away several months before when his other routes of relief had petered out. He’d sat with Gwen during potions. He knew she was good at this, and had faith in her.

He frowned as he noticed Fred all ready for bed and already working on his medicines. George wouldn’t say he coddled his twin, but after the war he’d been the largest caretaker in Fred’s life. More so than anyone else in the family. “You need any help there mate?”

With a shake of his head, Fred downed the rest of his potions. “Nah, I’ve got it.” He gave George a smile, quite certain as to what his partner was thinking. “You can take a break now.” As much as he appreciated all the help George had given him, it was nice to be a bit more independent now, and Fred wanted to start taking more care of himself.

Unsure of what to do with himself, without the task of taking care of his brother, George nodded and took the potion Gwen had given him. “I’m going to try and sleep.” Fixing the tea was next on his list, and he was hopeful that this might work. He situated himself next to Fred in the kitchen, leaning against a counter across from the stove as he flicked his wand to start the tea.

“Let’s try and work more on the Concentrating Candies tomorrow. I’m pretty confident we can get the recipe right with a little more tweaking.” Maybe they could get Ron or Lee to help out. Testing the candies on themselves time after time wasn’t always much fun. “We ought to get more test subjects this time, it’ll help out our sample size.”

Last time they’d made the candies too strong, and had spent the day hyperfocused on the shop. At least everything had gotten cleaned, George mused.

Fred nodded as he chugged the contents of a water glass. After taking those potions for so long you’d think he’d be used to the taste, but that wasn’t the case. He tried not to shudder as he focused on what George was saying. “That’s a good idea.” He knew what test subjects George was thinking of. “Let’s ask Ron. I think Lee’s busy tomorrow.”

Ron was more likely. He’d been quite helpful after the battle. When the twins had returned to their shop, it had been ransacked. Their inventory was all over the floor, shelves were broken, and there was enough soot to suggest that several small fires had taken place somehow. Fred had reckoned there’d been some misplaced spells when they’d left. The twins and Ron had been able to fix up the shop itself, and it looked almost as good as new. The problem they had now was replacing lost inventory. It was like starting from square one.

“I’ll pop over to his place in the morning and ask him to come over and help.” George stretched as he moved away from the counter. He was in a strange grey area at the moment, where his body felt tired from a long day, but his mind was far too awake to let him rest. “G’night Forge. Call for me if you need anything.” He clapped Fred on the back before walking out of their small kitchen, down the hallway and into his room.

Part of him was tempted to just head to bed and hope for the best. He took a sip of his tea, and decided against the idea. It hadn’t really worked for him in the past, and after all he’d promised Gwen a letter written tonight. With a flick of his wand he moved all of the clutter off of his desk, and sat down with a piece of parchment.

Gwendolyn, Gwen, Dear Gwen,

It’s about 1 a.m. I just took the potion that you gave me tonight, or yesterday, depending on how technical you want to get, and I’m drinking the tea. I hope you know that the potion tastes like piss. The tea is quite nice though, seems like something Mum would like. If everything works I won’t complain, and I’ll be sure to visit and pay you back somehow. If this works we aren’t even anymore, I’ll definitely owe you. Start thinking about what you want, alright?

Turns out I didn’t need to rush home back to Fred, he was quite alright without me, got all ready by himself. I shouldn’t be so surprised. He’s gotten loads better. It’s been almost a year since the battle after all.

George frowned and re-read what he had written. It was quite a frank telling of what was going on, but at the moment he was just tipsy enough to not really care if he was getting too personal.

It was weird. I haven’t minded taking care of him in the least, I know he’d do the same for me in a second, but it was almost disappointing that I couldn’t help this time. I’m happy, I’m very happy, but I don’t know quite what to do with myself at the moment. Have you got a potion for mixed feelings? I’d like to buy that one.

You wanted a joke didn’t you? One that isn’t an ear pun?

My friends say I say too many skeleton jokes. I suppose I ought to put more backbone in them.

Still a pun, but you ought to like it. I can’t exactly turn a phrase in a letter after all.

Fred and I are going to be working on our Concentrating Candies tomorrow. Those school aides I told you about. It’s a tricky recipe so far. First batch made us more distracted. Second batch made us sick. Third made us too focused. We did get quite a lot done on that last one though, so at least it was closer. We’re hoping to just get something done that will help students focus enough to not get easily distracted during a test or while studying, but it’s easy to get to too much or too little.

We’ll be doing the next batch tomorrow. I’m going to see if Ron or Lee can help us, it’s a bit better indicator if something works if more people can test it.

It’s actually really nice talking to you again, even if it’s just been tonight and through letters.

You ought to come by London more. Your old friends miss you here.

Don’t you want to open a shop up in Diagon Alley? There’s a lot of empty places now, that are going for pretty cheap. You ought to look into it. We could be neighbors. That would be nice. We don’t know a lot of people who live here. Fred and I are the youngest ones here.

I hope your Dad didn’t mind me popping over. From what you told me though he was probably happy to get another customer.

If this potion works I’ll be buying them from now on. It’s only fair.

George finished off the last of his tea, and felt himself growing more and more drowsy as time passed. Still, he wanted to finish the letter before he went to bed. He’d promised after all. 
 A lot of us that used to be on the Quidditch team, or at least on the Gryffindor one, are talking about doing a small game together. I’ll let you know when it’ll be. I expect you to come to it and play with us.

No more hiding away in Wales.

I was actually really happy when Fred suggested we do a reunion tonight. It was all slapped together, but it was really nice to see him well enough to go out and excited to see all his old friends together. I think it’s been hard seeing people visit him just because he’s been unwell.

I’m glad you came, it was fun talking to you.

I’m actually getting pretty beat now, so I guess you were right, relaxing before bed works pretty well. I think your potion is helping too.

I’ve got to go to bed now, so I’ll send this with an owl to you. I expect a response as soon as you can. I’m not letting you go so long without talking to anyone again.

From George From Gred Sincerely George George

George did a quick read over of what he had written before shrugging. It was a pretty personal one, but he trusted Gwen enough with all of this, and he was too tired to rewrite the damn thing.

Quick as he could, he folded the letter into an envelope, sealed it with a bit of wax, and handed it to the owl he and Fred shared. “Take this to Gwen, alright Peeves?” There was a muffled hoot in response, before the barn owl took off out of the window.

The redhead stretched and let out a yawn. He could already feel the fact that he was going to sleep quite well tonight. That was certainly going to be a pleasant change of pace.

Climbing into bed, George expected to be hit by the typical wave of concerns and busy thoughts that kept him awake all too often. Tonight though, he felt much more at ease. It wasn’t as if he thought Gwen was wrong when she said writing a letter would help, but he hadn’t exactly thought that writing down his thoughts would have such a big impact. Turning over onto his side, he shrugged the blankets on top of himself and closed his eyes.

For the first time in a very long while, George Weasley slept well.

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[royalcordelia]

The Secret of Distance (3/?)

Summary: Anne and Gilbert embark on their journeys, but stay close to each other at heart. Courting across 1000 miles isn’t easy, but they’re more than willing to step up to the task. (A post s3 story)

Notes: Some people wanted to be tagged with the update, so I’m tagging y’all down at the bottom. You guys have all my love! ♥

~~*~~

Sebastian had known from Gilbert’s first mentionings of college that he was going to miss the skinny boy he called brother, but it had always seemed so far away. Now Gilbert’s room had been empty for an entire week. Leaning against the doorframe peering into the room, Bash noticed noticed how Gil’s bed-frame and desk were already beginning to collect dust. Delly sat on his hip, sucking her thumb in comfort, her hair growing out so much like her mother’s that Bash’s heart clenched to touch it.

Bash hated change, as most people do when they have to leave behind the things they love most. But standing in Gilbert’s room, Bash couldn’t help but feel homesick for a time when Mary was alive, Delly was strapped to her back, Gilbert was only a few acres away at school, due to return home in the golden hour. Where had his family gone?  

So many miles lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear the front door squeak open.

“Sebastian, you’ve got letters from Gilbert!” Hazel’s voice echoed from downstairs.

Bash jolted, wrapping another arm around Delly as he hurried down the stairs and slid through the hallway toward the kitchen. Hazel was ready to receive the baby, handing him two cream letters once his hands were free with a smirk and a shake of her head. Her eyes stuck on Bash as he greedily read Gilbert’s scratch on the back of the envelope. 

“Bash - open this one first.”

“Well, what it say?” Hazel asked impatiently. 

“Give me a chance to read it and I’ll tell you!” Bash retorted. As his eyes skimmed over the slanted words, he relayed bits and pieces to his mother. “It says he’s settled into his new house, living with some fella Ron. Nervous about school and…”  Bash’s jaw dropped. 

“And?” 

“And he’s courting Anne,” Bash continued, a grin sneaking into his voice. “He stopped to see her before she left.” 

Hazel spun around from the stove, startled enough to let her ladle drip onto the floor. She considered the news, before a steady look of satisfaction graced her features.

“Finally that boy got his head on straight. I thought he’d always drag it around with him on a leash with the way things were going.” 

“You’re telling me,” Bash mumbled, continuing to read. “PS: Please take the other letter to the Cuthberts. I wanted to tell them in person, but with the timing, I wasn’t able to. Would you be my ambassador?” 

 He flipped the second envelope in his fingers and noticed the difference in address.

Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert Attn: Sebastian Lecroix

“I’ve got to run to Green Gables. I’ll be back in time to help set the table for dinner,” Bash told his mother. He was halfway out the door when he froze and turned around. “Actually, do you mind if we have guests over for dinner? I want to celebrate.” 

*

He must have caught a glimpse of her through the thin autumn curtains, because the very second Anne lifted her hand to manse’s knocker, the entryway door swung open. Anne jumped back an inch, expecting to find the friendly, yet solemn face of Rollings, but instead found Cole. He wore a chestnut colored suit, but his sunny hair matched the elated smile on his cheeks, making his spirit recognizable even dressed in his resplendent clothes. Any of the neighbors peeking out their window would’ve seen the young man sweep Anne into his arms and lift her up off of her feet. 

“There’s my queen of Queens!” he said, voice straining through his laughter he held her up. Slipping out of his arms, Anne’s toes found the ground as she straightened this collar.

“I meant to come sooner, but I’ve been in so many meetings with professors and attending so many of the Freshman welcome events that I’ve barely had any time to myself. But I’m not just here to catch up. I’m here on business, as well,” Anne explained. She pulled a drawstring satchel from her purse and held it out before him. “Tell me, are these sufficient funds for a portrait commission?” 

Cole didn’t look inside the bag yet, fixing her with an expression of amusement and confusion. “A portrait of you?” 

“Yes,” Anne stated matter-of-factly, though she failed at hiding her budding excitement. 

“Anne, I have plenty of portraits of you in my portfolio. Why don’t you just take one of those?” 

Her new curls bounced as she shook her head. 

“I mean a real portrait. It’s going to be a gift, and since a photograph is beyond my allowance, I thought I’d offer you all that I could for the next best thing. Besides, a hand drawn portrait by you is better than any photograph I’ve ever seen. I merely stopped by to give my offer and payment, and see what time would be agreeable for you.” 

Cole considered this, vaguely wondering if the smell of violets was coming from the flowerbed or from Anne’s perfume. 

“I don’t like accepting your money. I know how hard you work to earn it,” he said honestly. Anne reached forward, moving his hands to cover the sack of coins, then pushed it toward him. 

“It’s payment for a service you’d be doing me. You’re a professional artist now, Cole. You deserve to be compensated as such, especially by friends,” she insisted. “Besides, I want you to accept the money now so  I can finally tell you what it’s for.” 

Biting his lip, Cole finally nodded. He grabbed her hand and tugged her into the house, sitting her down in the parlor. He was darting up the stairs to grab his supplies when he skidded to a stop. From the hallway, Anne heard Cole’s voice echo, “You’ve got time right now, don’t you?” 

“Yep! I have all afternoon free!” 

He reappeared moments later, large pads of paper in one hand and a leather case in the other. It was only when he began to situate himself directly before her that Anne realized he’d strategically placed her in a beam of bright sunlight. In the corner of her eyes, her hair looked like gilded thread, shining gold and warm. When she turned her gaze back to the artist, she found he had laid out his sketching pencils beside him, as well as the opened his wide assortment of paint pigments within reach. 

“Jo is out for the afternoon, but if you can, you must stay for dinner. If she discovers you were here without seeing her, she’ll never let you hear the end of it,” Cole explained, flipping open to a fresh new piece of paper. Then, with a keen energy of excitement and a pretense of professionalism, he straightened his shoulders. “Now, what did you have in mind for this portrait, Miss Shirley-Cuthbert?” 

Anne opened her mouth to answer, but pressed her lips together with a knowing smile. 

“Well,” she drawled finally, “As I mentioned, I’ll be giving this as a gift. I’d like to send it already framed to my new suitor. He requested something for his bedside table.” 

Cole slammed his pencil on his lap, nearly breaking the tip. The expression of delighted shock on his face nearly had Anne roaring with laughter, but she knew she had not yet delivered the best part. 

“Anne Shirley Cuthbert. You attend college for all of one week and you’ve already got a suitor! Finally, the young gentlemen of Prince Edward Island are realizing what a gem exists amongst their midst!” Cole praised. Then, his face became more masked, but his voice dropped to the floor, low with hesitance. “Does this mean that you...no longer care for Gilbert?” 

For a split second, Anne remembered the last thing she’d told Cole about Gilbert - about how she expected him to marry, and how she’d forever love him across an ocean of distance. She could remember with visceral perfectness the way she’d ached to let him go. Thus, it was with resounding joy that Anne allowed a cheek splitting grin to overcome her face as she spoke. 

“It’s for Gilbert.” 

Cole blinked. “It’s for Gilbert,” he repeated blankly. Then, nearly knocking over his things, he cried, “It’s for Gibert!?” 

This time, Anne did laugh, covering her blush with her hands. 

“Oh, Cole, I could burst just thinking about it! It’s a story right out of a fairy tale book.”  

The feather-haired blonde pointed the sharp edge of his pencil at Anne. 

“I told you so! Years ago!” he bragged. Anne nodded through her laughter, struggling to maintain a poised portrait pose. “Alright, I want to hear everything. Sit just like that. You talk, I’ll draw.”

*

Bash had no idea what the letters. All he knew was that the one in Marilla’s hand was the one he hand delivered from Gilbert, likely making her aware of his intentions, and the other one was from Anne, likely of a similar content. The Cuthberts read their respective letters with such severity that Bash feared for a moment Marilla would crumple up the correspondence and toss it in the oven. He fidgeted in his seat, scolding himself when he thought to himself, Wonder if I’ll read so slow when I get that old. 

Matthew was the first to finish, placing down the letter with tender fingers in front of Marilla. The woman in question hurried over the last lines of hers, then scanned over the entire paper once more, before handing it to Matthew. Bash bit back a groan. Couldn’t they just get to the celebrating? 

His patience broke sooner than he thought it would, and he leaned across the table as if to ask for a secret. 

“What’s it say, Marilla?” 

Marilla peered at Bash over the rim of her glasses and forced her smile from growing too noticeable. Beside her, Matthew blushed as he set down Gilbert’s letter and fisted his hands on the table to give his shaking fingers something to do. Taking a short inhale, Marilla began to read. 

Dearest Matthew and Marilla,

The view from my window reminds me ever so much of my own gable room. I find small hints of Avonlea everywhere I go - from the people I share my house with, to the billowing wildflowers in my neighbor’s gardens. Charlottetown people aren’t as rude as I had once surmised, and I expect that I will find a bouquet of kindred spirits as queens. You remain my most beloved kindred spirits, always. 

I’m afraid I’m short on time this afternoon - the Freshettes have an orientation to attend within the hour.  A lengthier letter will follow this one once I have settled into my classes, fully denoting every delicious thing happening here. The purpose of this quick note, then, is to give you a delighted warning at something that I suspect will be arriving at Green Gables within the next few days. 

That is to say, if Gilbert Blythe writes to you both speaking of intentions and courting, please don’t be alarmed. I have given him my own ecstatic, wholehearted consent, but it would be so very like Gilbert to want to honor you both as well. I don’t know for sure, as he and I didn’t have very much time to detangle all of our many misunderstandings last we saw each other, but if on the off chance he chooses not to write, let me be the first to tell you: Gilbert and I are going to start courting. Oh, the last time something felt so beautifully perfect was when I came to live at Green Gables and when Mrs. Barry said Diana and I could be friends after all! Truly, my feet haven’t touched the ground! 

I hope all is well for you both. I miss you abundantly. Charlottetown will never truly be home, not when there’s a Green Gables and a White Way of Delight beckoning me. I give you both

All my love, 

Anne

(PS: Please tell the Lacroix’s I miss them. Bash looked so forlorn the last I saw him.) 

As silence fell back over the room, Bash remembered the last time he’d seen Anne. She’d been peering up with such a hopeful smile and a handful of Avonlea blossoms, but he hadn’t really thought much of it until after peace had settled over his household. By then, Gilbert was gone, and it occurred to him he never got a proper goodbye with Avonlea’s Anne with an E. 

“Well, she was right about him sending a letter,” Matthew concluded in a strange voice.

“I hope that boy gave you a good explanation for all his foolishness these last months,” Bash said finally.

“I do believe he has made a more than adequate case for himself, though you’re welcome to have a look for yourself,” Marilla replied. Bash lifted his brows as if to ask Are you sure? Marilla gave a stiff nod, but smiled, sliding Gilbert’s letter across the table for him to read. 

Dear Mr. and Miss Cuthbert, 

I’m sure that I am the last person you expected a letter from, especially after all the gossip about me that has made its rounds through Avonlea. However, the matter I wish to write to you about is of such importance that it could not wait until my next visit home. It’s times like these I wish I had Anne’s elegant command of language. Instead, all I can do is tell you that I adore your daughter and humbly request your blessing to begin courting her. 

Your immediate feelings must be some variation of confusion because of the public knowledge that I intended to marry a young woman in Charlottetown. The sole reason I had been contemplating this decision was because Miss Rose’s presence in my life would have granted me the opportunity to fulfill an academic dream of mine. It all seemed so providential that I assumed Miss Rose’s presence in my life was supposed to be providential as well.  This assumption was not only incorrect, but it also led to the pain of many people I care about. 

Still, I have been so relieved every day that I read my Book of Revelations when I did. All my confusion has been cleared away, it is so apparent to me that I was a complete fool to pretend I could ever move on from how much I care about Anne. I’ve decided I don’t want my life to be successful because of the people around me. I want those people to be part of my success and the blessings of life - blessings that I intend to earn all on my own merit. 

I tell you all these things so that you don’t assume Anne is my second choice. I hope you understand me when I tell you that Anne has always been and always will be my first, and only, choice. From the day I met her, I admired her intelligence, her passion, and the loveliness of her spirit. My dream isn’t just to be become a successful doctor - what good is that if can’t honor the people I love most? And I truly do love Anne, as well as your family. That is why I ended my courtship with Winifred. It would be unfair to lead on her heart when mine was so undeniably and permanently tied to someone else. 

It’s unlike me to lay my heart on my sleeve, but it’s because I believe this matter is important that I do. I anxiously await your response (In full disclosure, I am fully prepared to travel sixteen hours home to convince you in person if this letter isn’t enough.) 

It’s my genuine hope that you all are faring well. Enjoy the warm harvest weather! 

With Sincerity, 

Gilbert Blythe

When he was done, Bash folded the letter back up and pushed it to the middle of the table. His chest swelled with pride for his brother, who had finally grown into the man he’d been rushing to be all these months. Now, the lad had done it on his own volition and on his own merit. 

“Well, what’s it to be?” Bash asked carefully. Matthew and Marilla exchanged a look that only a pair of siblings would be able to decipher before the older woman took up her own pencil and a sheet of paper. For a moment, Bash worried that she would say, “ Sorry Bash, but he isn’t good enough for our Anne.” But then she sent a smile of genuine satisfaction across the table and he heaved a sigh of relief. 

“If you give me just a moment, I’d like to write to Gilbert to tell him that he’s had our blessing long before Anne burst into our kitchen to say she was in love with him. Would you mail it for us once I’m finished?” 

“I’d be delighted to,” Bash replied warmly. He paused before adding, “Everyone knew except him, didn’t they?” 

“Seems so,” Matthew said bashfully. “She said it so loud, even the horses knew.” 

*

The perk of living with a philosophy major was that the house was almost always quiet. Silence suited the Sunset House - they’d begun to call it that without realizing it - and Gilbert couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he was sitting at his own desk back home. When he listened to the birdsong just outside his window or looked up at the printed skeleton models hanging above his desk, he could almost forget he was a thousand miles away from home. He shared the apartment’s study with Ron, but the man worked so soundlessly that the only sound Gilbert could ever make out was the gears turning in the man’s head.

School, as it turned out, was more tiring and more fulfilling than he could have prepared himself for. Two weeks into his classes, he’d collected an odd array of friends - mostly people Ron knew, which explained their peculiar nature. Yet, none of them were, as Anne would say, kindred spirits. Ron was either growing on him or he was merely becoming more accustomed to his nosy roommate’s antics. 

But when the day was over and Gilbert needed to share the intimacies of his heart with someone who belonged in his life, he’d add another page to his weekly letter to Anne and tell her everything that was on his mind. It paled in comparison to having her in person. 

On days like these when he was exhausted and homesick, he imagined what it would be like to rest his head on Anne’s chest while she held him and stroked his hair. Knowing she’d probably let him only made being away from PEI worse, but the quiet daydreams had a way of keeping him grounded. 

He was gazing out his window, picturing Anne dancing in ambered firelight, when Ron called up the stairs, “Gil? You’ve got mail.”

The legs of his chair screeched against the old wood floors and Gilbert pushed himself away from his desk and raced down the stairs. He found Ron shuffling through the various letters, peering with interest at a paper-wrapped parcel tied to one of the letters. 

“Let’s see. One from Sebastian Lacroix, one from the Cuthberts, and…” Ron wiggled his eyebrows and waved the package. “One from the ever-lovely, ever-red headed Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. My, you are popular!” 

“Give me those,” Gilbert chided, snatching away his mail and pulling it to his chest. For a second, he contemplated running back upstairs and locking his door behind him where Ron wouldn’t be able to follow, but the man would probably just pester him wherever he tried to hide. Shooting Ron a warning look, he sat down on the parlor couch and heaved a deep sigh. Where should he start? 

“The one from her parents is probably the most pressing,” he said aloud.

His fingers hovered over the flap of the envelope, trembling with hesitation. What if they said no? If he had a daughter and some schmuck like him came calling after her, he’d send the poor lad running. 

“Jesus Christ, Gilbert, just open the damn thing,” Ron cried, snapping Gilbert out of his thoughts. Tearing open the flap, Gilbert gently pulled the letter from inside. 

Dear Gilbert, 

Matthew and I have been anticipating this development for quite some time. Rest assured that you have proven yourself to be a most admirable young man. We all must learn the hard lessons of life at some time or another. I imagine you will discover more about the matters of the heart as you grow older - Matthew and I are still learning with Anne in our family - but it’s the best type of learning a person can undergo. Thank you for your transparency and your honesty. Anne has expressed to us that she has already given you her consent, and therefore, you have our blessing to court her. Though it does sadden us a little bit to see our young girl mature into a woman, we could not keep her from the desires of her heart. I hope you know we could not have asked for a better young man for Anne. Both Matthew and I wish you all the best in your studies. You make Avonlea proud.

Sincerely, 

Marilla Cuthbert

Gilbert’s relief must have been tangible because Ron whistled as he blew a cooling breath over his coffee. 

“Did you expect them to send you to the witch’s stake or something?” Ron asked. 

“For everything I’ve put Anne through? Yes. Absolutely,” Gilbert said, stunned. 

Unable to wait any longer, Gilbert took Anne’s parcel in his hands and smiled at the familiarity of her handwriting. There were two letters attached, one with a note on the envelope that said, “I wrote this before I received your letter. Open the present last.”  He was unsure whether that boded well for the contents inside, but decided to take the risk and finally read the letter he’d been waiting for all week. As his eyes skimmed the text, he fell back onto the couch and held the letter above his head. 

“What’s it say?” Ron queried.

“ Shhh !” Gilbert shot, pulling the letter closer to his face. He read and read and read. When he was finished with the first letter, he found he had a lovesick grin plastered across his face and a glimmering light in his eyes. With a voice as gentle as wind, Gilbert breathed, “She says she loves me.”

“I thought you knew that already,” Ron replied. 

“Not for sure. When I asked her if she did, she kissed me. I was fairly convinced then, but to have the words written out is much more certain,” Gilbert explained, already opening the second letter. He could barely bring himself to care that he sounded like an absolute romantic fool in front of his roommate. Anne loved him! 

My dearest Gil, 

It’s finally autumn! She’s officially arrived with her cold air and hints of dusky colors on the leaves. It makes me wonder if all those miles away, you’re seeing any hints of autumn as well. I was so pleased to hear that you’re doing well and settling in to your new home. I can just picture your apartment on North Sunset street! Tell me, is your home made of bricks the same color as the PEI roads? Does your window overlook anything spectacular? In truth, my window has a lovely view over Charlottetown, but I find myself preferring to reread your letter than look out over the city. 

Do you truly love me, Gilbert? Oh, I know you do, but I think I’d like to see you say it over and over and over - that is, if it isn’t too much trouble. It’s just so breathtakingly wonderful to see it written in your handwriting. You have my full permission to be bold and assume that I love you to equal measure. So much so, that I’m tempted to write you of little else. Perhaps one day I shall tell you how I adore you, in every way my imagination can conjure. For now, I will answer your questions. 

You asked me when I began to have feelings for you. In truth, I pondered this myself because once I realized what the feelings were, I couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t there. I trace them farther and farther back, and there I am, looking upon a very dashing young man asking me if there are any dragons in need of slaying. It seemed at times, I wasn’t only jealous and spiteful of your kindness and intelligence, but I seemed to desire it too.  Perhaps that accounts for my lengthy bout of confusion. Once we became friends, every day I grew closer to realizing that my admiration was equal parts attraction. 

As for when I realized that I cared for you. It was after dance practice that I realized I wanted to be the object of your warm gazes and soft touches for the rest of eternity. But it was after that night at the ruins that I realized I loved you. I didn’t want to be the one thing holding you back. Love was what prepared me to let you go, and be grateful that you’d be happy, even if it meant without me. I am a thousand times more grateful that we intend to be happy together, not apart.

As for the letter you wrote me, I am utterly ashamed to admit that I tore it to pieces before reading it. I hadn’t really allowed myself to be angry and hurt until that moment, but as soon as my anger expressed itself, it was gone. I tried to piece together the torn fragments, but came up with a message in which you said you didn’t love me and intended to marry Winifred. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away though. They’re in an envelope in my bureau at Green Gables. Do you think you could piece them together for me during Christmas break? 

Phew! With all that out in the open, I can tell you that I am doing wonderfully here at Queens! I do occasionally get homesick, especially for you, but I do love my curriculum and the people in my classes. In my free time, when I’m not writing you or my family, I plan to write some short stories for publication. Hopefully, I can earn enough to come visit you soon. Would Ron mind? 

My hand is cramping, so I will conclude here for tonight. Think of me in the golden hours of the morning and afternoon, and I won’t be terribly far away at all. 

Unabashedly yours, 

Anne 

(PS: I tried out that new nickname. How did you like it?) 

(PPS: I’ve included something for you, per your request. Is it vain to say that Cole did a magnificent job?) 

Gilbert did not waste time, pulling parcel from his lap and tearing off the brown paper. Immediately the breath was knocked from his chest as he gazed upon a small painted portrait of Anne, signed at the bottom by Cole Mackenzie. She was depicted with her face angled toward the sun, with a rose blush on her cheeks and cherry color to her lips. Cole had paid amazing detail to her freckles, capturing them in each perfect location. She’d worn her hair and dress exactly as she had the last time he’d seen her, freezing that moment in the timeless artistic existence. Her smile was as he remembered it, so realistic that he could vividly hear her laughter as if she were in the room. 

He must’ve been staring at the portrait for so long that Ron rose from his chair and peered over Gilbert’s shoulder. 

“You weren’t kidding about the red hair,” he commented. Gilbert glanced up, before returning his gaze to the picture. “Not too far off from the color of carrots.”

Gilbert snorted, an affectionate smile turning his face to sunlight. “Don’t let her hear you say that.”

~~*~~

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A Teeny Tiny Tad Bit of a Re-Write of the Bad-Boy AU I Wrote for Park Jisung About a Year Ago or Something

Oh boi—

A bad-boy AU with Jisung??

Let’s set this boi somewhere in highschool then

Because why not though lmao

Mayhaps a sophomore or junior, per say

Honestly, bad isn’t the proper word for it

I guess it’s more like… He’s a tad bit rough around the edges??

Like I dunno bro but he’s just not that bad

Mainly keeps to himself and stays really quiet

Just skips classes a lot

And sometimes skips school altogether

But like...

He just usually spends time on the rooftop or something like that instead

Somewhere peaceful to have his earbuds in and be alone to just like, vibe

Y’know??

Because nothing really beats listening to things like i prevail, starset, hollywood undead, and even black veil brides or all time low--unless maybe you wanna listen to things like chillstep, melodic dubstep, and electronic which is valid too

And despite listening to both, he also has spare room in his music taste for things like a fair amount of neffex and random songs from either troye sivan or older get scared songs

You might find him roaming the halls too, if he for some odd reason isn’t tucked away on the rooftop or something

Nonetheless, always has headphones in, with his music playing quietly

Never really pays attention to the school uniform dress code, so you’ll find him in something like…

Either hella casual or a bit more on the edgy side

Maybe something like a dark but faded baggy blood red zip-up hoodie or red and black flannel over some sort of band or general fandom t-shirt or something paired with plain black skinny jeans and converse

Or maybe you’ll find him in something along the lines of...

Maybe something like a slightly oversized seemingly almost pastel galaxy-colored sort of hoodie with a strip of simple black and white checkering down the sides of the sleeves paired with ripped light or dark grey skinny jeans and heeled gothic boots

No matter what though--he’s typically wearing something with long sleeves just to wear one as a sweaterpaw and roll the other one up to his elbow

Almost always has accessories of some sort like a simple and delicate choker or super pretty but dangling celestial earrings or even a bit of chaining for his jeans

Sometimes he puts on a teeny tiny bit of eye-liner on because why not

There are times where the teachers try to say something about his apparel but he just can never find it in him to care and listen

But since it’s not too big of a deal in general, he hardly ever gets in actual trouble over it

Has gotten into a few fights before due to things like standing up for the few people he associates with when they’re being picked on and whatnot 

But this is where you come in

He’s had his eye on you for a while

You’re not really someone who entirely fits what’s expected of you--at school at least

If that makes sense??

Like, you’re kinda just the artsy-fartsy day-dreamy wallflower that not many people really pay attention to and you’re always doodling/sketching or writing in your extra notebook that you take everywhere 

And you can be found most of the time listening to music through one earbud while attending class and things like that

What’s cool though is that you actually share almost the exact same music tastes as precious mochi boii

The teacher’s aren’t thrilled at your lack of undivided attention in class but like

It’s whatever since you still make insanely good grades in most of your courses

Overall though, you’re quiet too--at least when you’re in school unless you’re chilling with you friends at lunch or after school

You’re pretty smart, and generally sweet—when you aren’t riled up

Someone was picking on your friend, and you stepped in to try and get them to leave your friend alone

But as soon as the person went to lay a hand on you for intervening, Jisung was already there to take care of it

Literally came out of nowhere, but you didn’t question it

To be fair though he happened to be roaming the halls for once and saw what was going on

Anyways—from then on out

He’s just tagged alongside you and your friend through the halls in between classes

And again, you don’t question it

You just sometimes make small talk with him

Like saying how the day went for both of you

Or maybe if something new happened at home

You learn some of the little things

Like how he doesn’t like cockroaches and how his favorite colors are green and black

Your friend gets along with him just fine too

Every few days actually, you all hang out after school for a few hours or so

Y’all just kinda vibe and walk around town or something and maybe talk either a little or a lot there’s just no in between

At some point, he even starts showing up to class more often

You actually share all of your core classes

Granted, even though he shows up, he falls asleep most of the time

He just somehow still manages to keep pretty good grades though

But he particularly struggles a little bit with science

His sleeping through class doesn’t help with this

But the notes you take for him do

It would be a few months before you turn out to really develop feelings for him

His feelings were there from the start of the year before and one-sided since he just kept to himself

It’s just one day that you’re running late to school for the first time in a while

Late enough to where you’ve missed first period and only have a little over half of second period left

But to be fair you just didn’t go to bed until like 4 or 5 in the morning because you were hyperfixated on sketching a few things and actually inking and coloring them in

And thus you slept through your alarms and then had to rush with chugging your coffee and slipping into your uniform and just haul ass to school

You find yourself pacing the halls, but mainly keeping to the wing that your third period is in

But passing an empty room, you see through the cracked door that Jisung’s there

He’s there and dancing

To what?? You dunno

But you’re gonna guess it’s to something along the lines of general electronic because even though there’s no music audible to you, you see that he’s got earbuds in as per usual

You’re surprised since you’ve never seen him dance but like

Here it is now and you watch him, thinking that despite not knowing what he’s listening to, he’s really good at it nonetheless

After a solid few minutes, he stops and pulls out his earbuds, turning to the door

And he sees you

He kinda just stands there for a sec

Just kinda shocked since no one’s really like, crept up on him and was able to do so without him knowing before

But then he greets you with a small smile and a wave, moving to exit the room and walk with you to find your friend and talk as you walk in between classes

Before you make it to third period though, you casually compliment his dancing from earlier and miss how his cheeks flare red

Like, how does one handle one of their favorite people taking the time to compliment them on one of their favorite things to do?????

With a simple thanks and a blushy smile

That’s the way he does

But with turning his head to make sure you miss his blush, of course

The day continues as per usual

And so does a few months more into the school year, actually

Yes, you consider the days that he shows up to school with messy and vibrant blue hues in his hair as usual when it happens

You actually love the sight of the color on him

Because it just makes him look even cuter somehow--if that’s possible??

It’s how the habit of ruffling his hair suddenly pops up

Like, it was kind of a thing beforehand since his hair is fluffy

But now it’s even more of a thing since his hair is blue

Y’know?? lmao

It’s only towards the end of the school year that he decides to try to ask you out

Spending so much time with you, he finally had the opportunity to get to know you and like, feel as if he had great reasons to list on why he liked you so much

How you always smile whenever you see him and how it always lights up his day and makes his heart do all kinds of flips in his ribcage

How nice your voice sounds to him and how cute he thinks your laugh is

How he finds you to be both pretty and cute

Heheh--he thinks you’re “pretty cute”!! *ba-dum-tss!!*

Sorry, just had to say it like that lmao

He also thinks that you’re pretty funny at times

And that it’s super duper cool that you’re so smart and know random fun facts and have the ability to do crafts so well

All that good stuff

The list goes on though, just know that, okay?? lmao

Anyways—onwards to how this bean asks you out

It’s honestly super casual and simple

Just during a hangout after school

Walking around a nearby park

The stereotypical, “Will you go out with me??”

But what makes it so cute is that he’s struggling to even start to say it

And he stutters a bit

Literally takes him a solid minute to ask

Your friend who’s with you both is now slinking off to give you two some time alone

You’re pretty grateful for that but at the same time ready to thwack them upside the head for how they’re barely containing their laughter at Jisung’s struggle to speak

But it’s all aight when they make their way to elsewhere

As soon as the words have fell from his tongue though

You’re smiling to yourself for a few moments to just bask in the joy that sparked through your system at this, your heart just screaming for you to say yes

So you do

And you don’t think his smile’s ever been so bright

You’re shocked when he suddenly picks you up in a hug and twirls you around with an ecstatic laugh

But anyways

Dates with him are very simplistic

Random as well

Like, he’ll show up in the middle of the night and climb through your window to just chill

Just clad in something like a plain hoodie and sweatpants

Sometimes you’ll go out to eat fast food

Or maybe a small corner café to just simply vibe and chug caffeine

You sometimes watch him play games or vice-versa

Maybe you guys even chill on a rooftop and share earbuds to vibe while staring up at the sky in a verbal silence

Y’know

Sweet little clichés

But you love it all

When dates end, it’s always him walking you home if you’re not already chillin’ there in your room

Always gives you a forehead kiss or something before he leaves

Honestly, even your parents have come to know him as a regular visit at your house

But they don’t mind

At least, not too much since he’s made a very good impression on them

As the relationship progresses, he’s bold enough to give you fleeting pecks in public alongside holding your hand or something along those lines

But staying in to just cuddle and look at memes has become a big thing now as well

You two take turns being big spoon lmao

He loves laying his head in his lap and how you always comb your fingers through his hair during those times

And

There’s also sometimes munching on mochi together, actually

Melon mochi, specifically

But also

Since he’s babie

You like to boop his nose

And sometimes bro

He just scrunches in response with a shy little smile and giggle

And it’s so precious that you almost cry lmao

Plus

He swears up and down at some point that he loves you

But to himself of course

Until one day the words spill a year later

And you return them, making him the happiest boi on the face of the planet

Oh god, he’s such a soft bean for you

Or in general, but specifically for you

Just please love and protect this baby lmao

[verotms]

。·   .   ˙ ☀  ⌈   taylor   hill   +   cis   female   +   she   /   her   +   the   wayfarer   ⌋   yo   ,   have   you   meet   that   POGUE   ,   𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚   𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬   ,   yet   ?   —   no   ?   well   ,   to   give   you   a   little   heads   up   before   you   do   ,   they’re   a   TWENTY-TWO   year   old,   CON   ARTIST   &   WAITSTAFF   AT   THE   COSTON   CLUBHOUSE   and   have   been   living   in   coston   for   TWO   MONTHS   .   since   i’ve   known   them   ,   they’ve   reminded   me   of   𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢   𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬   𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐚𝐧   𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬   ,   𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬   ,   𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝   𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬   𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞   ,   𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜   𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩   𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬   ,   𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫   𝐚𝐥𝐥   𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞   𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐨𝐟   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟   𝐚𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞   .   usually   they’re   quite   𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡   &   𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒   but   just   make   sure   you   keep   an   eye   out   for   them   around   town   because   i   heard   can   be   quite  𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠   &   𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡   as   well   so   here’s   hoping   they   aren’t   the   ones   to   undo   this   whole   peace   pact   they   have   going   on   this   summer   .   but   just   between   you   &   me   ,   i   kinda   hope   it   all   falls   apart   .   the   rivalry   keeps   this   whole   boring   town   interesting   .

gonna   make   these   some   short   bullets   to   speed   up   the   process   bc   i   just   want   these   DONE   AND   OUT

vero   was   born   to   a   teen   mom   in   some   buttfuck   florida   town   that   had   nothing   going   for   her   ,   they   were   pretty   much   just   them   two   doing   what   they   could   with   what   they   had   .   they   lived   in   a   little   greek   neighborhood   and   young   veronica   spent   most   of   her   childhood   being   handed   off   from   babysitting   neighbor   to   neighbor   pretty   free   range   while   her   mom   worked   full   time   to   try   and   finish   school   and   provide   for   her   kid   .   literally   the   definition   of   “   it   takes   a   village   .   “      

when   she   was   about   4   ,   her   mom   decided   she   wanted   a   change   of   pace   and   spent   all   of   vero’s   college   fund   set   up   by   her   grandparents   to   buy   an   rv   .   it   was   a   move   that   got   her   cut   off   from   their   support   and   left   vero   with   a   childhood   that   ,   while   the   instability   would   show   its   later   effects   ,   led   to   her   having   the   time   of   her   life   .

her   mom   took   her   through   the   entire   US   ,   homeschooling   her   and   making   money   off   of   conning   whatever   poor   sap   gave   her   the   time   of   day   .   it   was   an   example   that   she   always   told   vero   to   ignore   ,   “   we   only   do   this   because   we   need   to   ,   “   but   built   a   foundation   that   the   impressionable   child   would   never   be   able   to   let   go   of   .

they   stay   put   long   enough   for   vero   to   get   high   school   knocked   out   ,   though   it’s   at   five   different   schools   over   the   course   of   four   years   as   her   mom   can   never   hold   an   honest   job   down   long   enough   to   keep   them   stable   .   at   the   pushes   and   prods   of   getting   to   know   her   heritage   ,   her   mom   begrudgingly   hauls   them   back   to   florida   the   summer   after   vero   finishes   high   school   and   reintroduces   her   to   a   family   she   hasn’t   seen   in   nearly   15   years   .   at   the   question   of   wanting   to   know   her   dad   ,   as   it   turns   out   ,   he   was   the   child   of   a   formidable   oil   family   in   southern   florida   that   had   come   into   quite   a   sum   of   money   .   vero   ,   against   her   family’s   wishes   ,   reaches   out   to   him   in   an   attempt   to   figure   something   out   about   herself   and   her   background   ,   and   to   her   surprise   ,   he’s   actually   excited   to   meet   her   .

he   has   a   whole   other   family   but   he   asks   just   for   a   little   patience   while   he   figures   out   how   to   tell   them   everything   .   he’s   kind   and   generous   and   pretty   great   of   a   dude   for   having   never   known   he   had   fathered   a   child   with   a   simple   hookup   he   had   had   in   his   youth   considering   they   went   to   different   schools   and   she   ghosted   him   afterwards   .   vero’s   truly   ready   to   settle   down   for   once   and   start   a   life   with   the   family   she   had   finally   gotten   ,   until   her   mom   reaches   out   in   dire   need   of   money   after   crashing   the   RV   following   a   night   of   recklessness   .   vero   ,   getting   a   cold   slap   to   reality   of   the   life   she   had   grown   up   knowing   ,   realizes   she’ll   probably   never   be   suited   for   the   lifestyle   her   dad   wants   her   to   join   him   in   ,   and   relapses   into   what   she   knows   .   she   steals   a   sizable   amount   of   money   and   other   things   from   him   ,   disappearing   in   the   middle   of   the   night   from   the   home   he   had   opened   up   to   her   and   drops   off   enough   money   to   her   mom   to   help   her   get   by   —   making   this   the   last   she   ever   sees   of   her   .

she   buys   a   beat   up   vintage   hatchback   and   hightails   it   out   of   florida   ,   spending   no   longer   than   6   months   in   any   given   place   .   she   works   small   odd   jobs   and   spends   her   days   lounging   in   the   sun   and   spending   nights   performing   raggedy   90’s   karaoke   covers   and   pouring   shots   into   the   mouths   of   random   bar   -   goers   ,   charming   the   pants   off   just   about   anyone   who   gives   her   the   time   of   day   ,   usually   making   off   with   their   wallet   or   earning   herself   a   sugar   parent   for   a   week   or   so   who   lavishes   her   in   gifts   .   it’s   not   a   lifestyle   she   particularly   enjoys   ,   to   be   honest   ;   her   dream   would   be   to   be   an   artist   and   own   her   own   trinket   store   to   occupy   her   time   ,   keeping   her   for   once   in   one   place   .   but   swindling   people   is   all   she   knows   ,   and   part   of   her   identity   is   the   freedom   of   having   nothing   to   tie   her   down   —   admittedly   ,   a   lifestyle   she   doesn’t   see   herself   letting   go   of   any   time   soon   .

so   here   she   is   in   coston   ,   taking   up   a   job   in   the   swanky   coston   clubhouse   where   she   gets   hit   on   by   more   older   men   with   money   than   she   knows   what   to   do   with   .   she   spends   her   afternoons   on   the   beach   chatting   up   whoever   glances   her   way   and   spending   her   nights   in   a   shoddy   beat   up   apartment   she   pays   on   a   month   by   month   lease   .   two   months   isn’t   much   by   normal   standards   ,   but   she’s   feeling   herself   grow   comfortable   in   coston   in   a   way   she   hasn’t   felt   in   many   places   beyond   that   —   something   the   kook   /   pogue   divide   threatens   to   ruin   for   her   and   send   her   packing   promptly   the   moment   something   goes   wrong   .

personality   wise   ,   vero   has   a   rather   laid   back   ,   enthusiastic   personality   and   is   the   type   of   talker   who   could   sell   ice   to   a   snowman   .   astute   and   observant   despite   a   hippie   -   dippie   disposition   ,   she   gives   the   illusion   of   no   attention   payed   while   she’s   secretly   analyzing   where   in   your   pockets   you   keep   your   wallet   ,   how   often   you   look   at   your   phone   ,   what   your   insecurities   are   ,   etc   ,   and   figuring   out   exactly   how   to   capitalize   off   of   that   .   though   she’s   opportunistic   ,   she’s   got   a   heart   enough   to   not   take   advantage   of   most   people   in   precarious   situations   —   though   her   judgement   has   definitely   been   skewed   before   :(

serial   liar   and   never   gets   called   out   for   it   bc   she   never   stays   in   one   place   long   enough   kkwjherjwr   but   lies   about   simple   things   like   what   her   plans   are   or   if   she’s   already   had   lunch   literally   just   lies   for   no   good   reason   ?   just   has   this   unhealthy   concept   that   if   she   tells   people   everything   about   herself   she’s   gonna   get   screwed   over   somehow   so   she   wants   2   be   the   one   screwing   others   over   first   ?   trust   issues   ig

not   a   bad   person   if   she   would   stop   just   being   unreliable   lmao   !   she’s   truly   very   easygoing   and   has   a   natural   disposition   that   wants   to   make   those   around   her   feel   good   ,   very   nurturing   in   a   sense   ?   if   y’all   saw   hustlers   —   ramona   ,   looks   out   for   others   and   makes   them   feel   important   but   at   the   end   of   the   day   she’s   looking   out   for   herself   almost   exclusively   .   it’s   not   that   she   wants   to   be   selfish   ,   if   anything   ,   she   wishes   she   could   feel   secure   enough   to   let   herself   stay   close   to   people   and   put   down   roots   .   she’s   just   had   a   pretty   shitty   experience   letting   people   in   and   doesn’t   want   to   subject   herself   to   the   unknowns   of   investing   in   other   people   .   despite   being   pretty   detached   and   emotionally   uninvested   ,   she   has   a   warm   ,   calming   demeanor   that   balances   out   even   the   most   combative   of   personalities   .

idol   is   90’s   gwen   stefani   (   she   has   a   early   no   doubt   cover   band   that   performs   at   a   local   bar   on   friday   nights   just   for   her   to   have   something   to   do   KWJEHRJWER   )   and   twiggy   ,   her   apartment   is   full   of   those   little   beaded   door   things   that   hang   in   the   doorway   ,   will   braid   her   bangs   out   of   the   way   when   working   on   a   project   and   looks   a   whole   ass   mess   ,   is   a   pretty   talented   artist   and   bases   her   work   ,   whether   paintings   ,   sculptures   ,   or   sketches   ,   off   of   her   experiences   traveling   ,   has   a   minidoodle   she   picked   up   off   the   road   somewhere   in   georgia   named   tate   who   goes   everywhere   he   can   with   her   .

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Gingerbread Houses

Chapter 3: The Bedroom 

Prompt: Fake Relationship for the Holidays

Warnings: sympathetic remus, mentions of pests, nsfw mention, cursing

Pairings: Eventual romantic Intrulogical

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“I figured that seein’ as the two of ya are a couple, I hope y’all don’t mind if y’all share a room, don’t ya?”

Logan and Remus stared into the former’s bedroom as Maya Anderson switched on the lights. It was not how Logan had left it—although, considering it was no longer the disgusting mess it was previously, Logan didn’t mind it at all. He was more grateful, as having a clutter in his room would have surely attracted rats or cockroaches, which would have made it rather hard to sleep here for several days. The books were on the shelves, and the ones who couldn’t fit were tucked away in the compartments underneath the desk, along with some binders and notebooks. Writing and art materials were stored in different containers located on the outskirts of the desk, a lamp accompanying them.

“I cleaned up your room a lil, Logan,” Mrs. Anderson said. “I hope ya aren’t upset, but this place was… honestly, a pigsty when ya left.”

“It’s okay, Ma,” Logan reassured, a small smile on his face as he turned to look at her. “I think we’ll be fine here.” 

“Okie dokie!” Mrs. Anderson said. “Ya two boys get comfy, dinner will be ready in a few hours! In the meantime, do whatever ya want!” 

“Thanks Ma,” Logan said. 

“We’ll keep it down, don’t worry,” Remus added. 

Logan noticed his mother’s smile as she left seemed a bit more forced than usual, and a small, yet noticeable, weight settled on his chest. 

The pretend-couple walked into the room. Remus immediately began exploring while Logan started unpacking the bags. 

“I didn’t know you were such an artist, Long-Man!” Remus said, picking up a sketchbook and flipping it open. “Woah, these are pretty good sketches of naked men!”

“Those were anatomy studies,” Logan said calmly, though he flushed a little. “I did have some interest in art even as a child, but after I moved away and entered college, I had less time to indulge in it, unfortunately. I am trying to practice more, though.”

“Why didn’t you take any art classes?” Remus asked, cocking his head sideways, reminding Logan of those puppies in a video Patton had once shown him. 

“The college I went to offered some, but you had to pay for it. It was out of my budget,” Logan replied, shrugging. 

“Too bad.” Remus pouted, flipping through more pages. “You really seemed to like drawing naked men.” 

“I drew other things,” Logan protested, face still flushed. 

“Aside from the occasional landscape sketches, your sketchbook suggests otherwise.”

“Why don’t you help me with this?”

Remus shrugged, nonchalantly flicking the sketchbook close. “Okay, you’re the dom in this relationship anyway.” 

“I–nevermind.” 

Remus walked towards the closet and opened it, squealing upon seeing what was in it. 

“Dork! I didn’t know you had so many onesies!” Remus exclaimed, holding up one of a flying squirrel.

If Logan’s face was red before, now it was as if all the trillions of blood cells in his body had collected into his face. “I asked you to assist me with putting away our essentials, not to indulge yourself in my past interests,” he hissed. 

“Aww, there’s no need to be all embarassed, Logie-poo,” Remus teased, “everyone’s had a onesie phase at some point of their lives. You’re not special!”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” Logan asked dryly.

“I mean… yeah!” Remus replied. 

Logan sighed, trying to calm himself down. “Put away the squirrel onesie, please, and help me with the toiletries.”

Remus, thank god for the sliver of mercy in him, did as he was told and hung up the onesie. He closed the door, whispering, “I’ll come back for you soon,” and skipped over to the bed, where several articles of clothing were already laid out in neat piles. Remus blew a raspberry. 

“Please don’t get spit all over our clothes,” Logan begged.

“Do we have to fold them?” Remus whined, picking up a plain black polo shirt that undoubtedly belonged to Logan.

“If you don’t want them to be crumpled, then yes,” Logan said.

“Why can’t they be crumpled? It’s not like I’m commiting one of the seven deadly sins,” Remus asked, shaking the polo shirt. 

Logan stared at Remus. “You’re not, but it makes you look less neat, I believe.”

“Ehhh, total horse shit.” Remus continued shaking the shirt. “Just because something is smooth and clean doesn’t mean it looks pretty.”

“Maybe so,” Logan began, “but perhaps people tend to focus more on the implications that, for example, the person wearing the shirt actually puts in effort to keep their things and even themselves tidy and presentable, instead of lazy.”

“Tidy and presentable,” Remus repeated mockingly. “What’s wrong with a lil chaos, huh? All these expectations take too much work to reach. Why can’t we all be wild magic gremlins?”

“Hm, good point.” A small chuckle escaped Logan. “You are quite fun to debate with, Remus.” 

It was a bit of a surprise to Logan, if he were to be honest. He didn’t expect Remus to have quite astute observations and opinions with quite good points (maybe ignoring the suggestion of magic gremlins). 

“Of course I’m fun to debate with!” Remus said after, Logan just realized, an uncharacteristic while. “I’m fun to do anything with! Anything you do with or to me will be enjoyable~”

“Please stop shaking my polo shirt,” Logan said. “Even if you have a good point about how having smooth clothes are a rather absurd way to judge one’s character, my mother will still fret over it if she sees me wear crumpled attire, and I would prefer to avoid that.”

“Oh, alright Lo-gie,” Remus conceded, easily folding up the shirt in two moves. He saw Logan staring at him in mild shock and grinned widely. “Oh, you like my trick? My mom taught it to me. I have very nimble and delicate fingers.”

Remus wiggled his fingers and eyebrows at Logan with a smirk, as if to prove his point. 

“Yes, I get your point Remus,” Logan said, turning back to the clothes. 

“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Remus scooped up the bag of toiletries and ran towards the bathroom. 

“Don’t move so fast, you look like a cartoon character,” Logan said. 

“I’m a horny Roadrunner!” Remus’ muffled, strange and cheerful voice exclaimed from the restroom.

~

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[helenaswriting]

ships for @why-the-heck-am-i-here!

@why-the-heck-am-i-here: “Okay I really really want a ship thingy for marvel, Harry Potter and stranger things pls!! Imma send it here because I want to tell you as much about myself as possible 👉🏻👈🏻. (Feel free to post it still lol! Okay so my name is Bailey and I’m 5’9 (v tall) I currently have kinda short black wavy hair but I’m always dying it! Imma do pink next ;). I have green eyes and I tend to always do big thick eyeliner and smudged eyeshadow. I dress more on the oversized grunge side of the fashion spectrum, tho I would love to go more alternative. Okay now that that’s out of the waaayyy. I’ve always been described as the cool one kinda. I’m laid back but at the same time always up to do something stupid lol. I’m definitely always up for some fun but also a good ol nap. When I’m not doing anything like that I’m drawing or binging any show/movie I can get my hands on! Anime sign me up! Horror sign me up! Romantic sign me up!! You get the point. Back to drawing tho, that is such a big part of my life. I’ve been drawing since I can remember. Rather it’s just doodling or going out side with a canvas and some watercolor I’m always doing something new with art! I even have a small business. And if I happen to get a cool idea I’ll sketch it out on anything! My pets are also a big part of my life. I have a Pomeranian puppy named kuma and a GIANT Akita named Harlow. Their kinda stupid ngl but that means they take after mom 😣. Oh there’s music! I’m literally always listening to it or wishing I was listening to it, some times if I can’t I’ll start humming a song without realizing. Lastly id say I’m really touchy, I like to hold hands and get hugs 🥺. SNUGGLING IS THE BEST AHHH. Just some little facts; I’m a slytherin 🚨🚨 My favorite marvel character is rocket I’m a sucker for sandwiches My favorite color is black I always imagined myself sneaking my dog into Hogwarts as a pet (probably the Akita because 🙃) I’m a master a video games! Pokémon is my bff That’s all I can think of! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE IM NOT A BOTHER 👉🏻👈🏻”

hello!! you aren’t a bother at all and thank you for your request! i just did marvel and harry potter, if that’s alright? i’m very sorry, i just had so many considerations for stranger things and couldn’t make up my mind :( i hope you still enjoy reading these headcanons!! <3

· so, let’s start of with marvel! · as i was reading your description, i was considering many ngl, but i just have to go with bucky, because y’all would really be a power couple. · so the two of you meet very randomly, and a little cliché, at a blockbuster. (rip blockbuster btw). · you’re browsing shelves of movies, just taking a good look when you spot this tall guy, with shoulder-length brown hair, eyes on you, flustered when you spot him and you just kind of smile to yourself. · you spot the metal hand he’s hiding in his sleeve, (knowing who he was, though it wasn’t something you minded,) as you strike up a conversation with him, about the movie he’d quickly picked up when he saw you heading his way. · “the 40-year-old virgin, huh?” · “what- uhh, sorry?” · you nod to the dvd in his hand, realising that was the movie he’d randomly picked when panicking, though he wouldn’t admit he was, even later when you become a couple. · bucky and you end up leaving with each others numbers on your phones, and though he has a hard time admitting it, he’s very giggly and happy. · i mean he just got a really cute girls number, what was there not be ecstatic about? · anywho, so fastforward to after a little too many dates where he asks if you want to make it official. · it’s actually a really sweet moment. · you two are sitting at a fountain, no one around, your head on his shoulder as you just listen to the sound of the water behind you, a comfortable silence between you two. · he then kisses your lips, and you’re both feeling over the moon. · so this guy loves everything about you. · you both kind of have the same energy in a way, both laid back and though he might not have the same amount of coolness as you, you two just click and fit perfectly. · there’s never awkward silences between y’all, you’re practically soulmates, and that’s what steve and sam say too when they meet you and see you together. · if bucky has to go shopping for new clothes he always brings you along for advice, ‘cause he really likes your style and the vibe you have. · and you love styling him, since he goes along with almost everything. · for only you, of course. · bucky always hypes you up and admires your art, kissing your temples as you draw or paint, looking at your art. though he thinks your the art. · btw he absolutely LOVES your pets, and he spoils them by giving them too many treats sometimes, but he can’t help it. · yes, he is a big dog lover.  · is it just because they are your dogs and seem to have some of your personality? · maybe.  · he’s a soft boy with you, always there for you, holding you close whenever he can. · and this guy is also very touchy. · there’s nothing he loves more than laying on the couch with you, snuggling and cuddling as you watch a movie together or playing video games. · you almost always end up talking through movies, not being able to focus, but y’all don’t really mind.  · and you always kick buckys ass in video games, and when he get’s sad about losing you make up for it with kisses and loads of love <3. · he loves listening to music with you too and you showing him songs you like, since he’s not all that up to date with modern music and what’s popular nowadays. · bucky LOVES holding hands with you btw. · he only really uses lots of pda if he’s jealous of some guy checking you out, but he always holds your hand, proud to have you by his side as his lover. · he just appreciates you so much, and is so thankful that you support him and are there for him, especially when he’s going through dark episodes of trauma and PTSD. · all in all, you’re a real power couple, always strong together and you both rely a lot on each other. the trust and bond the two of you is so deep and stunning, and you’re a real dreamy, grunge couple.

· now to the world of harry potter! · okay, so honestly how can i not ship you with the obvious person who came to my mind first- draco malfoy.  · so the two of you are childhood friends and meet in your first year at hogwarts, befriending the boy. · we all know that draco is quite the dramatic person sometimes, and you two are quite different in that sense. · sure you have the same slytherin qualities, but since you’re waaay more laid back, sure up for a little trouble, but nothing with major drama, draco is the opposite. · he’s meddling himself into things that are unbelievable sometimes, getting into trouble for the most dramatic things.  · but you’re always there to help him. · you grow to be best friends, and many from the other houses judge you for that due to his reputation. · but the thing was that they didn’t actually know him the way you knew him, as a best friend, though you wanted to be more, and let’s be honest draco has had a crush on you since your third year at hogwarts. · he asks if you want to go to the yule ball with him, and that’s when you both crack at the same time to tell each other you want something more than to just be friends. · might i add draco is very enchanted by your dress, which i personally imagine to be this black or grey, puffy gown. · no matter what you would be wearing, he’d love it and think you look gorgeous. · “draco, i-” · “i have to tell you-” · “oh,” you both say at the same time. · “you go first!” · “no, you, you.” · “i insist you speak first, i-” · but he interrupts you by placing his lips on yours and god are there loads of butterflies in your stomach. · from that night, you’re a couple, but it’s not something you disclose to many people in the beginning, despite draco being so fond of pda. · fond of pda doesn’t even begin to describe it honestly. · once you’re a couple he can’t stop showering you with kisses, hugs, gifts, chocaltes- everything. · infront of anyone, anywhere. · btw he loves shopping with you and for you, and simply must give you really extra clothes worth god knows how many galleons, but he doesn’t mind at all. · whenever you gift him something it’s usual small, but very personal, and god this boy may seem tough and ready to square up, but he becomes so emotional when you give him a present- no matter what it is. · also he loves giving you art supplies, insisting on buying your watercolour paintings so he can have them on display both in his dorm but also at home, though his parents may not be to fond of it. · he’s your number one supporter and inspiration. · draco is very proud to have you, and WILL show you off whenever he can. · he thinks and knows you deserve it, for everything you put up with. · aka him. · draco is the sort of person who has a facade for most people, you being one of the only ones, if not the only one, to be able to break down that facade. · he knows that he can be difficult sometimes, since being emotional is something he’s bad at showing just because it’s something he hides a lot, but he knows he can trust you and be himself around you. · and he knows that you’re always there for him. · and draco is always there for you. · you two have a lot of fun and are always pulling pranks or getting into trouble. · on a date you two went to explore the dark forest, luckily not getting hurt, but even if it was scary, it was funny as well. · afterwards you retreated to your dorms, sitting in the common room, having movie marathons, which annoyed the other slytherins since you two hog the tv quite a bit. · he also loves sneaking up to your dorm and taking you out on midnight walks. · sometimes you take your dog along, and it’s all just very cute. · all in all, you are such a great pair, strong, fun and troublesome, yet sweet and tender.

[forever-rogue]

Romantic Getaway

Request: Hiddles x y/n where he surprises her with trip to Paris please.

A/N: I see y’all are thirsty for some Tom lately, eh? I have no problem with that! I hope you guys all enjoy this fluff fest :)

Pairing: (Non Actor) Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Fluff!

MASTERLIST

Y/N groaned as pushed her laptop away and and laid her head down at her desk. She was tired, hungry, and all out of inspiration. Deciding that the article she was in the middle of writing could wait, she closed the computer and got up to go to the cafeteria to get a snack. It was getting to be later in the afternoon, but Y/N figured a little snack wouldn't hurt.

Stepping out of her office, she was immediately flagged down by the receptionist, "Y/N! Y/N!"

"Calm down there, Sayara," Y/N chuckled at her, "what's up?"

"Tom," she said nervously, "your husband is here to see you."

"Yes, I'm aware Tom is my husband," Y/N winked at the younger girl, "you can show him into my office - I'm just going to grab a snack real quick."

"Of course," she replied as she headed back down the hall to fetch Tom, "is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, it's quite alright." she smiled at her fondly, as Sayara ducked around the corner to fetch Tom. Y/N fished in her pocket for some change, hope she had enough with her.

Entering the small cafeteria she stared at the vending machine, only to find that it was out of order - unlit and depressing. Y/N walked over to, thumping it gently with the palm of her hand, willing to come back to operating condition so it provide her with some sort of sustenance. After a few moments of trying, she gave up, walking back to her office, but deciding she would leave soon so she could get in a proper meal.

Y/N sighed as she shuffled down the hall, walking back into her office with a small frown on her face. Tom couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, not wasting a moment before he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head gently, “what’s wrong my love?”

“There’s no snacks,” she said sadly, pulling away and plopping back down into her chair, “I’m so hungry and the vending machine is out of order!”

“It’s good timing then,” he said as he set a small lunch pail onto her desk, causing her face to immediately light up, “I thought you might have been hungry. You’ve been getting that way around this time of day lately. I know you’ve had a busy week, so I thought the two of you might enjoy this.”

“Oh my goodness, Thomas,” she said thankfully as she wasted no time in opening the bag and pulled out the apples and caramel sauce that Tom remembered she had been craving, “you’re the absolute best. A true Godsend.”

“I think you might be being a little dramatic, don’t you?” he chuckled fondly at her, “but I’ll take it none the less. How are you feeling today?”

“Feeling as nauseous and gross as ever,” she sighed as she took a bit of crunchy apple, “how do people do this for a whole nine months? Some people make it look so easy. It’s only been five and I’m ready to call it quits.”

“I’m sorry you still aren’t feeling better,” he said as he took her hand in his, “we can always go back to the doctor and see if they can do anything else for you.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” she said thankfully, “I think they’ve pretty much done everything they can at this point, and hopefully it’ll subside later on. For now, I’ll just keep blaming your son for this.”

“My son?” he asked as he put up his hands, “he’s also yours!”

“Ughhh,” she sighed, “I keep forgetting that part. Now tell me, darling, what brings you to the office on this lovely afternoon?”

“Can’t a loving husband just show up to surprise his wife?” he gave her his most dazzling smile, but she just rolled her eyes and shook her head, causing his him to admit his bluff, “fine, if you must know. I come baring a surprise.”

“What’s the surprise?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward, ‘I hope it’s something good!”

“I suppose that depends on what you define as good,” he surmised, “but how does a week in Paris sound?”

“Paris!?” she exclaimed as he nodded with a smile on his face, “oh Thomas, you’re so wonderful! What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, other than why not and I thought you might enjoy,” he explained, “we’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“That’s so wonderful! I’m so excited,” she stepped around her desk and kissed him gently, “why are you the best? I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I could say the same thing,” he smiled as he placed his hand on her small bump, “I love you, darlings. Now why don’t you pack up, and we’ll head out?”

Y/N groaned when she felt bright light hit her closed eyes. Rolling over, she pulled the blankets up and tried covered her eyes, murmuring something about five more minutes. Hearing a light chuckle, she opened one eye, only to see Tom standing by their hotel room’s window, a smirk on his face.

“Five more minutes?” he asked and she nodded her head lightly, “darling, we’re in Paris. We have to embrace the day!”

“Embrace it with five more minutes?” she asked shyly, “I’m pregnant, I need time. It’s hard to move fast.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say,” he joked as he walked closer to her and gave her a small kiss, “take all the time you need, darling. The city is not going anyway.”

“Fine, fine, you really do know how to make someone feel guilty,” she gave in and crawled out from under the covers, “I’ll be ready to go in a little bit, just let me shower first.”

“I’ll be here, ready and waiting. Take all the time you need,” he beamed at her. She got up and stretched, enjoying the feeling of cracking in her bones. Subconsciously, she placed her hand on her stomach, happy at the small growing bump. Tom came up behind her and put his arm around her, and kissed her shoulder, his beard gently scratching her shoulder, “I love you so much, darling.”

“Thomas, if you keep being this sweet, we’re never going to get anywhere,” she sighed as she leaned into his body, “I’ll be quick.”

“Okay,” he agreed and reluctantly let her go. She smiled fondly at him before heading to the shower and giving him a wink before getting into the shower.

Tom linked his fingers through Y/N’s, softly stroking the back of her hand, enjoying the cool breeze of downtown Paris after fresh rains. They were headed to the Louvre, both of them excited to the see treasures it held.

“Are you ready to see the sights and splendors that this historic place has to offer!?” Y/N asked eagerly as they got in line. This was her first trip to the city and the museum, and she couldn’t imagine spending the time with anyone else.

“I think I am,” he said as he raised his eyebrow at her, “are you sure you’re okay with waiting in the line? You don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine, Thomas, really. You’re so doting, it almost makes me sick,” she said as she playfully pushed him, “stop being so damn adorable.”

“I just want to make my two favorite people are okay,” he said as they neared the front of the line and he started to pull out his wallet, “can you blame me for being a wonderful husband and father-to-be?”

“Shut up, Hiddleston,” she stuck her tongue at him and shook her head un amusement.

“I could say the same to you, Hiddleston,” he jilted at her, before smiling at the woman in the ticketing booth. He lapsed into perfect French as he bought tickets for them. Y/N watched him, a small smile on her face as she listened to soft voice.  He gave her a curious look as he put his wallet away, catching her staring at him, “what? Why are you staring?”

“Nothing,” she said as they headed deeper into the museum, “it’s just your face.”

“What about my face?”

“I like it,” she said as he shook his head with silent laughter, “it’s my favorite.”

Y/N stifled a yawn as the two of them exiting the Egyptian exhibit. She had been wanting to see the exhibit for many years, having focused years of her studies on Egypt. She could barely contain her excitement, spending copious amounts of time looking over everything. She knew Tom wasn’t as interested in this type of stuff as she was, but she never once felt like he was bored or she was holding him back.

“Getting tired, sleepyhead?” he asked as she defiantly shook her head. He chuckled to himself and put his arm around her shoulders, “we could take a break, if you need to.”

“Hmm,” she sighed as she realized her feet were starting to get pretty tired, “yeah, that might be a good idea. I didn’t realize this place was so big.”

“Indeed it is,” he said as they took a took a seat on one of the benches that lined the large hallway filled with statutes from throughout the renaissance period, “take as long as you need.”

“This whole place is amazing,” she said as she looked over one of the statues, gently running a hand over one of them, “so much history. All in one place - it really makes you realize how small and insignificant we really. It’s unlikely we’ll ever be remembered hundreds of years from now, but these people will live on forever, immortalized in marble.”

She noticed after a few moments that he hadn’t responded to her and she looked around before spying him sitting across the hall, a small sketchbook in his hands. She stuck her tongue out at him and he just shook his head.

“Stay there for a moment love,” he called back at her as he continued to work rapidly in his little book. She rolled her eyes at him, but she loved when he got lost in his sketching. He worked in silence for a bit more as she got up and inspected some more of the statues.

“Are you almost done?” she asked as she waved at him to get his attention. He nodded in response as he closed his book and tucked it back into his coat pocket. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick, candid picture of Y/N, saving it and quickly posting it to Instagram as he walked back over to her, “what were you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said innocently, shrugging his shoulder as Y/N felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and saw a notification from Tom, opening it and smiling when she saw the picture and his caption.

“You really are something else,” she shook her head, a huge grin on her face, “thanks for making me look good though.”

“It doesn’t take much with your beauty,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. She hugged him and tried to reach into his pocket to grab his book, but he pulled away, shaking his head at her, “I don’t think so, missy.”

“Oh come on, please let me see!” she begged and gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. He reluctantly gave in, and pulled it out and showed it to her. Her jaw almost dropped as she looked at the beautiful picture of her, “Thomas, this is lovely.”

“You really like it?” he asked, almost worried that shouldn’t have liked it at all.

“Of course,” she smiled as she pulled him in for a hug, “this is wonderful. Thank you, you’re the best. Always making me look good. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know,” he said as she snuggled tighter against him, separated only by her small belly. They shared a laugh before he reached down and touched her belly, pausing to kiss her forehead.

“You’re such a romantic,” she laughed at him, “don’t ever change.”

“Don’t worry darling,” he promised, “I’ll be like this for you forever.”

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[kidgezine]

Since the zine is going to be printed, we have to follow some specific setup requirements. So we’ve made an image template to help our artists get their work print ready. We’ve even thrown together a quick tutorial on how to use the template so y’all can be sure you’re doing it right. Just follow these easy steps.

Step 1: Download the Template

PNG (works in most programs) | Photoshop File

Use the links above to download whichever template works best for you. Do NOT use the image above the links, it’s the wrong size. Both templates are just a black border on a transparent background to give you the aspect ratio and show you where the bleeds will be. There’s some text in the middle but that should be removed and replaced with your image. The Photoshop file is in the correct color profile with layers already set up for your image to be placed under the border but the PNG works just as well. We might do a color tutorial later to help y’all with converting RGB to CYMK.

Step 2: Check Your Size

The templates should be 13 by 19 inches at 300 dpi with a half inch black border (bleed) around the edge. It’s possible the PNG may save at a lower dpi so go to your image properties and be sure you’ve got all the right numbers. It should be 3900x5700 pixels which will print 13x19 inches at 300 pixels/inch resolution. If your computer has trouble with that size you can shrink it down to 1950x2850 (6.5x9.5 at 300dpi) but that is the minimum print size so don’t go any smaller.

Step 3: Drop in Your Art

This is best done at the sketch stage but you can drop in more finished work too, you may just have to make some adjustments for the bleed. Your image should go on a layer below the black border which should always be the very top layer. That border is the bleed - a 3 to 6mm border of unimportant but still complete extension of your finished image. Your work should look its best with that border turned on (covering the bleed) but still look ok with the border off (showing the bleed). If your composition looks better with the border turned off then you need to shrink your image so that it fits inside the border (see gif at end of post).

Why do we do this? Because most printers leave a white border around the edge of the paper, so most print shops will print an image on a larger sheet and cut it down to the desired size to create the effect of a ‘full bleed’ where the image goes all the way to the edge of the page. The bleed is the part of the image that gets cut off but printers and cutters aren’t perfect. They’re often a bit crooked so if your image doesn’t extend into the bleed you run the risk of little white edges where the cutter wasn’t properly aligned.

Step 4: Paint the Whole Canvas

Extend your image all the way to the canvas edge and finish your sketch. I usually turn the bleed layer to a low opacity while I’m doing line work then hide it completely when I color, occasionally turning it back on to be sure my piece still looks best with the border on. If your piece is already finished you may have to do some extra work to paint the bleed. The edge underneath the border is getting cut off so you don’t have to be perfect with it. You can be downright sloppy with your bleeds if you want. It’s going to get cut off. Don’t waste time putting detail in the bleed. It will confuse your printer (me) and make them think your piece doesn’t have proper bleeds. I will pester you about bleeds if you have detail on your edges.

Step 5: Hide the Bleed and Save

If you leave that black border there you’ll run the risk of having black edges instead of white ones. Hide the bleed layer and save your file. It’ll look a little strange with the border turned off but that’s ok so long as it looks the best with the border on. If you have Photoshop you can just send us the PSD file. If you don’t then you’ll need to save the file in a format we can use. PNG is a pretty reliable format but it will convert your image to RGB color which is bad if you were working in CYMK. PNGs can also be tricky about their dpi so make sure your pixel sizes are right if you use this format. TIFFs are the old reliable of print media but they are huuuge files. They are the best quality though so save as TIFF if your computer and file transfer method can handle it. Google Drive is a great file transfer method. Do NOT save as JPG - these are for web use only. Do NOT save as PDF unless you know how to prevent it from converting your images to JPGs. We might do a tutorial on that later.

Special Consideration: Books Add Curve

If you’re preparing your image to be printed in a book (which you are) then you’ve also got the special consideration of the curve. Open any book with a spine. See how the inside edge of the page is curved and a bit shadowed? Open a bigger book and see how that makes the effect worse. If your image is going to be in a book you need to be sure to account for this and not put anything super important on the inside edge. You may not know which edge that is so it’s best to just not put anything on either side. You can request a specific side if you really want something to be right on the outer edge but there's only so many of each side so ask first.

Special Consideration: Finished Image

Some of y’all have already (or nearly) finished your images. Hopefully you’ve accounted for bleed but it’s ok if you didn’t. You’ve got plenty of time to fix it. Just drop your image into the template and resize until it fits inside the black border. Once you’ve got it to the right size all you need to do is lay down color that approximately extends your image. You do not need to be nit picky about this. Just get it close enough to blend into the finished image. Don’t put anything new on the edge because it will get cut off. If you need help I can teach you some tricks to easily add bleed (clone tool is amazing), just find me (umbraja) on Discord.

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Time Heals.....Chapter Seven

Robyn didn’t know what to say as she stared at Chris’s gift. In such short time, he reminded her of why they had become friends in the first place and it irritated her just as much as it elated her. Watching Tiana’s face as she walked up behind Chris during their earlier FaceTime call made her feel disrespected even though the woman didn't say anything to her. The glare in her eye, that she tried to cover up, reminded her of Chris’s first girlfriend. Sherry tried everything in her power to get her and Chris to stop being friends but it never worked. Chris was never disrespectful or even crossed the line while in a relationship but for some reason that was never enough.

Chris could remember only one time before that he ever felt this nervous. He watched as Robyn stared at the gift, unable to read her expression, he felt his hands start to sweat. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking about and that scared him. He was trying  so hard to make up for his carelessness and inconsiderate handling of their past but he knew it would take more than this to right that wrong. A wrong that only few people knew about that he still had to atone for.

“You don’t like it,” he said softly.

Robyn jumped as if breaking out of a trance, “No, it’s beautiful. I just can't believe you did this  for them.”

“For y’all. You’re in the picture too.”

“Well duh but this is just- wow.”

“I can drop it off when I come pick up the twins tomorrow.’

“Chris, about that.”

“Come on Robs, don’t do that.”

“Chris, I know you aren’t this clueless to think this isn’t gonna cause a problem with your wife.”

“Tiana is-”

Robyn held up her hand, stopping him mid-sentence, “Don’t you dare say she’s fine. You might not have caught the hint but I saw her face when you were talking about it. It’s not that big of a deal to cause an issue in your marriage.”

“Robyn, she’s gonna have to get used to you and the girls being around. You’re my friend.”

“And I’d like to remain that but not at the expense of causing an issue.”

“Robyn.”

“Chris, I know what you’re trying to do and I want you to stop it. I’m over it, just let it go.”

“You know I can’t not until we talk about it.”

“Christopher.”

“Fine. I’ll drop it for now.”

“Thank you. And thank you for the picture. It really is beautiful.”

“You’re welcome.”

“How did you even find time to do this?”

“You know I draw a lot when I’m bored or just can’t relax. One day, I was just at home and I started sketching and it eventually became this.”

“This took longer than just a day.”

“More like two weekends since I gotta work or whatever. It’s been a while since I took on an art project.”

“I really wish the girls were up to see this but they were exhausted after school today.”

“It’s cool. I think it’d be cooler for them to see in person anyway.”

Robyn went to speak when she noticed Tiana walking up behind Chris, “Alright VA, I’ma let you go.”

“Are you gonna let me babysit?”

“I think there’s someone else you need to talk to about that first but I will stop by with them so you can see them and pick up the picture, ok?”

Chris sighed, “I guess.”

“Next time, I promise.”

“I’ma hold you to that. Bye Bajan Girl.”

“Talk to you later.”

They hung up.

Chris set the framed picture down beside his desk and turned around, “I figured you had walked in.”

Tiana raised her brow as she came and sat down on the edge of the desk, “how’d you figure that?”

“Only explanation why she was ready to hang up. Robyn seems to think you have an issue with her.”

“I don’t know her to have an issue with her.”

“So the issue is with me?”

Tiana shrugged, “you’ve changed since we’ve been here and I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve found out more than I have ever known about you in the last few weeks than the last eight years of our marriage.”

“What? The only thing new to you is Robyn.”

“Exactly. You have never mentioned her in the last eight years, we come back to Houston and I can’t stop hearing about her. I never knew she was so close to your family or that you were so close to hers. This is information, as your wife, I should’ve known already.”

“If Robyn was an ex or something, I’d get your point but she’s just my friend.”

“Your best friend. Since the 4th grade. That’s a significant person in your life.”

“Tiana-”

“No. Also why haven’t you spoken to her in eight years?”

“It’s a long, very complicated story.”

“And?”

“And it’s personal to her. It’s not my place to say.”

“Chris, what is going on here?”

“I’m just trying to live my life. Getting discharged was a huge shock and blow to me. Now I have to re-evaluate everything not only I had planned but we had planned. I never anticipated being back here and I’m sure you feel the same way.”

“Chris, I know but I feel like I’m meeting a different person. All this time, I’m thinking you just had this, I don’t know, normal life to come back here and realize there’s some many other people involved with you that I never knew about. You didn’t think I would want to know about your childhood friends, especially one whose mother you call mom?”

“Since we fell out before I left, I didn’t think it was relevant. I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you, it was really something I was trying to avoid thinking about. Things ended horribly and it’s just- it was easier to forget about it.”

“Baby, honestly, I’m uncomfortable with how close you two are.”

“Tiana.”

“Chris, this has nothing to do with insecurity or anything. I’m just not used to seeing you like this and it’s just crazy to me.”

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable but-”

“Chris, I’m not asking you to stop being friends with her. I just- I don't know.”

“Tiana, I’m not sure what you want me to do. I’ve known her most of my life so we’ve developed a certain level of comfort that I’m not sure I can just turn off.”

“I know. I just feel left out, you know.”

“Baby, there’s no reason for that. You’re always welcome to come around and I’ve told you that.”

“It’s just awkward because I don’t really know her.”

“You can get to know her. Look, how about I set up a dinner for all three of us?”

“Chris.”

“I want my wife and my best friend to be cool. I swear it will be fine.”

“Ok, Chris.”

“Thank you.”

Chris leaned forward and pecked her lips, “you know how much I love you right?”

“Yea. I love you too.”

                                  ~~~~~~

“You ok?”

Robyn looked up from mixing the food on her plate to Joyce’s smiling face. Robyn gave her a half-smile as she nodded her head, “I’m good.”

“Now Robyn, I’ve known you for a long time, don’t lie to me. What’s going on?”

“Chris invited me out to dinner.”

“Ok.”

“With his wife.”

Joyce’s brow raised slightly, “ok. What’s the problem?”

“The fact you raised your brow means you know the problem.”

“Robyn.”

“I really don’t need nor want to be in the middle of whatever they got going on. It’s awkward enough as it is.”

“Maybe he’s trying to make it not awkward.”

“Still not seeing how that would be a good idea.”

“Robyn, he wants to be friends again. His wife is a normal obstacle that you have to work through. She’s not temporary like his ex-girlfriends.”

“I’m not understanding what any of that has to do with me. I don’t monopolize his time.”

“In fact, you avoid spending as much time with him as possible.”

“What? How’d-”

“I know you, Robyn and there’s something you are protecting.”

Robyn scoffed to herself, this woman had no idea how right she was.

“Mama J, all I’ve ever done is protect. From Chris when we were younger to my family, you and my kids. I don’t think this is a good idea and I don’t see what good could come from it.”

“You could gain a new friend.”

“I don’t need a new friend. I barely feel like dealing with my old friends.”

Joyce laughed as she reached over and squeezed Robyn’s hand, “I know there’s some things that may have happened to you in the past that you may still unconsciously be holding onto but trust me, Angel, time really does heal all wounds.”

“Mama J, I really wished I could believe that.”

                                                ~~~~~~

Robyn ran her hand down the front of the black shirt dress. She couldn’t believe she let Mama J talk her into attending this godforsaken dinner. She knew the only reason why Chris was doing this was because Tiana had an issue with them being friends again. Honestly, she’d think it’d just be easier for them to stop being friends altogether instead of having to go through all of this.

She pulled on a pair of black knee high boots then pulled her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head. She promised Mama J she would have an open mind so that’s what she was gonna do. Throwing her keys and phone into her small black purse, she headed outside to her car. Just as she opened the driver side door, she saw headlights flash as a black Mercedes pulled in beside her car. Her furrowed brow relaxed when the driver window opened. It was Chris and Tiana.

Chris smiled and waved, “hey Bajan Girl.”

“Hey. What are you doing here? I thought I was meeting you at the restaurant.”

“We were on the way and I kinda realized-”

“You don’t know how to get to the restaurant,” Robyn interjected. She laughed, “you can follow me. It’s like 15 minutes from here.”

“Cool. After you.”

Chris rolled up his window as Robyn climbed into her car. A few moments later, she pulled out of her driveway then Chris followed suit.

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Creator’s update #1

Hey guys! So I’ve decided to start actually blogging on this blog and tell a bit about the various things I’m working on, share WIPs, music I’ve been digging recently etc. I realise that I rarely post anything, so it seems like I’m super inactive - which is totally not true, I just have so much stuff going on and take a long time to finish things, and I’m also pretty picky about what I put up online lol! For the sake of keeping those of you interested in the loop, I’m gonna start this series of creator’s updates in which I’ll update y’all on the progress I’ve made on my various creative projects. The goal is to give an update a few times a month (hopefully lol)!

This past while I’ve been super inactive in the writing department, but very much productive in the art department, so my writing update will be mostly a summary of what I’ve been doing the past few years up until this point.

Mood: Feelin’ real good cuz my parents finally brought my comfy double bed over from my mum’s place this past weekend, which means no more sleeping on the couch yaaaaaas.

Music I’ve been digging recently:

Skye Sweetnam - Boyhunter So, the other day I randomly listened to this song on my way home from work, and I totally realised that Skye Sweetnam is the perfect voice for my character Caitlyn, and this song totally embodies what Caitlyn is all about lmaoooo. (The song isn’t very accurate to the time period Caitlyn lives in, but it’s super accurate to her character essence and personality, and I just find that so lit hahahah) 

Fallulah - Out of It This song is basically my MC’s theme song?? It’s performed by a Danish artist and was super popular in Denmark a few years back as it was the theme tune to a Danish tv show (a show I loved!). The lyrics are just so Daniel, it’s not even funny. It mostly fits his mental state at the beginning of Renaissance.

Girl’s Day - Love Again Ugh I just love the tune of this song so much, I can’t really place my finger on it, the emotion is just so great. I love the guitar riff especially, and Girl’s Day is a four member girl group, so it’s one of those songs where I can imagine my main girls Annaliese, Caitlyn, Mary and Serena singing as each member lmao.

Nine Muses - Remember Another four member group now, this song is also one where I can imagine my main girls singing each member’s part lmao, and having that aspect to a song always makes it a little better for me! Forreal tho, this new release from Nine Muses slays, and we all know it. The music video haunts me.

Sistar - Lonely This song makes me sad and happy all at once, cuz I’m not ready to say goodbye to Sistar, but at the same time this ending is probably the best one any fan could’ve wished for because there was no drama or anger, just well wishes and hope for the future. I know these girls will go far, and this song just pulls at all my heart strings man. The melody of the bridge and chorus, Dasom and Soyu’s parts in particular, really works for me. And yeah, Sistar has four members too, and once again I can picture my main girls singing as each member lmao. It’s a thing I have, okay?

Moana OST - We Know The Way + Know Who You Are I recently watched this movie, and while I sorta felt like the plot was a bit rushed and tropey in many ways, I totally adored the visuals and the MUSIC OMG. These two songs are my favourite, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s vocals never miss, and Auli’i Cravalho’s high note is gorgeous! Also dat choir in the background tho, and in context with the movie scene that song just makes me irrationally emotional mkay. (That ending was the best twist ever, it definitely lifted the story up a notch for me!)

Writing

So I’m writing a book! You might have seen me mention it a few times already on here, but I’ve not really shared much insight into my process or what sort of book this actually is (other than talking about characters here and there), and as I’ve not been making huge progress lately (I’m in an art state of mind duuuh), I thought that I’d keep this section short and sweet, with a bit of an introduction into what my book project is all about.

I call it a book project because I don’t feel comfortable just calling it a book when I don’t have rights to publish. Technically my book is a fanfiction based on the horror video game Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and as such I don’t own copyright of the small percentage of my story that features the canon elements. However, I take this as seriously as anyone else would writing their own book, because I’ve poured my entire heart and soul into it, and the vast majority of the content (plot, characters and world) is my original creation. It’s my own little big project lol!

You might be familiar with the game, and even if you aren’t, that’s not a prerequisite for reading my book since everything is introduced and set up just as in any regular book. The protagonist is an Englishman named Daniel, and we know little of his past through the game. I won’t go into too much detail on what the game is about (if you really wanna know, you can look it up), but the point of my book is to explore the protagonist’s life from his childhood up to the events of the game and beyond, and afterwards connect his story to the game sequels featuring other protagonists within the same universe. It’s a bit complex and elaborate, which is just the way I like it!

As the games are set at various points during the Victorian era (game #1 is set in Prussia 1839, game #2 is set in France 1858, and game #3 is set in England 1899), you can probably guess that the entire thing will be pretty long. That’s why I’m making it a series! I have at least seven books planned so far (though there’ll definitely be more, since I’m not near the end of the timeline I need to cover yet), and I currently have the first book written and am writing the sequel - however, the first book will need a complete rewrite once I’m finished with book #2, because I’ve since developed and changed a lot of stuff, and I have many new interesting ideas for a more fleshed out version of the first book. Still, the fanfic version is available online, so if you’d like to read it, you can find it here. You’ll get a pretty good idea of the general story and the characters, but keep in mind that it’s super outdated and will be very different after my rewrite!

For reference, this is the list of books that I’ve planned (and titled) so far, so you can keep up with what book of my series I’m talking about at any given point:

I - Amnesia: Memoirs

II - Amnesia: Renaissance

III - Amnesia: Voyage

IV - Amnesia: Noir

V - Amnesia: Encore

VI - Amnesia: Rogue

So what I’m doing right now with this project is revisions. Uuuuggghhhhh. Yes, that’s right, I’m stuck in revision hell. I’ve not even finished the first draft of Renaissance yet (I know, sacrilege, writing blasphemy, don’t start your damn edits until you’ve finished your draft dumbass), but I had some pretty major changes to make, changes so big that it would be a waste of time and effort to go on drafting without implementing them first. Mainly the changes are surrounding 1) a change of ages of my main cast (I aged many characters up a few years), and 2) changing and figuring out the specifics of the illness which my MC’s sister, Hazel, is afflicted with. She’s not such a major character in Renaissance, but she plays a big role in Memoirs, and since I had all these new ideas for the rewrite of that, I wanted to implement the ripple effects in the second book so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to edit later when Renaissance is a finished 3-400k first draft lmao (I have a lot of words okay?). These changes mostly affect the early chapters of my book - chapters I wrote about three years ago, which means that these early chapters really need a face-lift. In addition to the age and illness change, I wanna revise the first five chapters by cutting the fluff and tightening up the beginning so we get to the action a tiny bit faster. Adding to the fact that these early chapters are three years old, the prose also needs an almost complete rewrite. So long story short, all of the edits are taking a long ass time, and I’m not having a good time lmao. Doesn’t help that I had to stop drafting right at one of the juiciest scenes in my book?!?!? (that’s a lie, it gets juicier, but I was just getting to the real good stuff yanno?)

(Side note: for someone who said that I’d keep this short, it sure turned out long lmao. I just have too many damn words.)

Chapters edited: 2/16 (working on 3 right now and it’s an effin’ pain)

Current total word count: 120,591

Current total chapter count: 17 (the number will go down to 16 once I finish the revisions, as I’m merging two chapters)

Look at all the dumb shit I still have to edit for chapter 3. Look at it.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Art

Man, I’ve been doing a lot of artwork recently, and by a lot, I don’t mean that I’ve finished any.

I think I’ve been focused on developing my actual drawing skills rather than making finished illustrations, because I’ve been so overwhelmed with inspiration and I’ve wanted to try out drawing a bunch of different motives, so my mind is on a lot of different art projects at once, and I’m making baby steps of progress on each of them because I just wanna do everything lmao. I should probably take a step back and settle on one thing at a time, but at the same time, I feel like this is working for me because I’m so inspired and motivated and super excited for every single art piece; I don’t feel myself losing interest in any of them, in fact I just feel like my switching between different artworks keeps every piece fresh and interesting for me, yanno?

So here’s one thing that I’ve been slowly chipping away at for the past few months. I’m drawing a full body group picture of my main cast from Renaissance!

I’ve drawn the anatomy sketches of all the male characters (though I’m debating whether I should add some others), and now I’m adding the female characters one by one, so these are not all of the characters yet. But man, I just love seeing the characters side by side? The variety in their body language, body types and heights is just so interesting to look at, and it’ll be even better once I get around to actually adding their facial features, expressions, hair, attire, and then colouring them as well omg! I’m a sucker for this kind of thing, blame it on @juliajm15 and her amazing diverse character designs.

It’s gonna be a huge picture with a lot of characters, and I’m stoked for it!! This is a piece which I hope I’ll be able to show ya’ll the progress of bit by bit in every few updates. (also, if you feel somewhat familiar with some of my characters, you’re welcome to make guesses at who’s who (; )

Another project I’m working on is making official character portraits of my main cast (and possibly minor characters as well). I just think it’s nice to have official portraits as reference for anyone who’d like to see what the characters look like, and also for myself for whenever I need to refresh the specific features and expression of each character. It’s just a nice thing that satiates my very Type A personality lmao!

So the characters above are Owen Wright (to the left) , Daniel’s puppy bff with the fluffy hair, and then from left to right I’m colouring the portraits of the Armstrong siblings: Caleb, Caitlyn and Tristan. Their dad is a duke! n.n Caleb is the oldest, Caitlyn the youngest, and Tristan is the bland middle child. He’s a little brat LOL but I still love him.

Also, due to this glorious reference I found, I finally figured out how to draw Daniel. Bless this model, I never knew I wanted Daniel to have big puffy lips, but apparently I do.

He looks actually nice now? Which is nice? I’m amazed. Also his hair? I can never draw his hair, but this looks nice so yay? Also, I dunno why I never draw clothes on him, I guess I’m just lazy lol, but he’s gonna need to wear clothes for the official character portrait soooo... That’s a thing I’m gonna have to do.

Now that I’ve figured out his features, it’s gonna be fun to remodel all his family members accordingly. I sense that he’ll have gotten those cute puffy lips from his mum meheheheh.

I also did some Disney fanart of my two favourite Disney ladies; Esmeralda and Kida <3

I actually never really draw fanart any more, it’s been yeeeaaaars since I did, and when I used to do it, I was always very particular about staying as true to the original art style as possible. But now that I’ve spent the past couple years focusing on developing my own art style, I actually decided not to care about that so much and just draw the characters the way I’m used to drawing my own, and lo and behold - it looks pretty accurate to the Disney style?? I assumed that the characters would end up looking very different, but other than the eyes being smaller I feel like they look the exact same lmao. It’s interesting to me, because even when I used to do fanart, I usually did so of Japanese art and manga, not of Disney or any other western art. Also, I don’t consider my own style very Disney, but it pleases me a lot that the characters look so much like themselves even in my art style! The most important thing to me is to capture the essence of the character anyway, so any fan can recognise the character they love so much n.n

So that’s about it for this round! I’ve been working on other things as well, but I’d rather not disclose them to the public just yet - perhaps later, when I’ve made more progress, or (gasp!) actually finished something!! Bahahah, with the many things I’m working on, hell will freeze over before that day comes. *cries*

Youtube

I’m adding this Youtube section because, in addition to writing and doing artwork, I also like to record vocal covers (mainly of kpop songs, but I’ll do anything I’m in the mood for at any given point), aaaaand as of today I'm gonna be uploading speedpaints as well! Which is probably good since I don’t upload my covers nearly as often as I finish them lmao.

I’ve not uploaded any new covers recently (though I really should, I do have some covers lying around on my laptop mwerp), but I’m gonna list a couple of my favourite covers I have on my channel here so you can take a listen if you’d like!

And today I uploaded my very first speedpaint to my channel, so check that out if you’re interested in that sort of stuff! It’s the process of my Christmas portrait piece for Serena. I aim to be more consistent with uploads since I have a few unedited recordings lying around, so keep an eye out for that!

If you’ve read this far, thank you for sticking around and taking a look at my work, even if it’s only in WIP form. I wanted to start doing these updates because I’ve been watching my friends do them for a long time, and I always love reading their writing updates; they motivate me so much to get working on my own stuff, and I just wanna be able to perhaps do something similar for anyone else who’s watching me out there. So thank you sincerely to @coffeeandcalligraphy, @sarahkelsiwrites and @shaelinwrites for sharing your process with the world and being such an inspiration to me and many others, I love seeing you all make progress on your own projects <3

So that was all for this round, I hope you guys enjoyed a little sneak peek into what I’ve been working on! Until next time, folks!