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Can you draw Joe Puddy from Zomberry island please?
He just got cured!
#art#my art#poptropica#joe puddy#request#I kind of⌠forgot the helmet he had on accident and never caught it until I was already shading#on the bright side you can see his hair#again with the wedding ring kind of meant to represent the partner#look I am a fool who think itâs sweet and will continue with the trend#anyway#I really liked shading him and finally being able to do the line art after figuring out what I wanted the sketch to be and cleaning it up#also tried to do a different body type for him#I think the vest kind of blocks it though
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Molluck Anatomy Practicing
Man, it happened again... I just had to draw before going to sleep but yeah, finished after sleeping. I should try to do more sketchy sketches but it just happens that I just gotta do details and stuff... I still cannot really stand my line art, so I gotta kinda hide it under shading and stuff...
I'm not good at anatomy but I'm doing my best to learn it, though it's trickier here since Molluck ain't easy to draw... He got so long arms that I kinda had to make him have an odd pose to have at least one hand visible... My original sketch just didn't have big enough hands, so after fixes, I just had to accept this situation. I feel like I'm still not drawing his body proportions right... Also, just some weeks ago I realized that I have drawn his hands incorrectly multiple times, his fingers I mean... It just feels like I keep learning new things about him...
But well, this one feels like the best one so far. I guess that at least after getting that proper (poseable) 3D Molluck model done I start to understand how his anatomy, proportions and such work... I just see that there's something wrong with the anatomy and pose here but well, I just need to practice more. Though, it's kinda difficult to pose his legs since well, they are pretty dead, atrophic from not being used... I wonder if he is even able to move them, even a bit, or do they just hang around... But his odd little legs are somehow endearing, at least for me. Also yeah, I don't know why but Molluck looks somehow confused here... Like he had just woken up.
Oh, and this did remind me of one older traditional sketch similar to this I have never shown:
You can see him having incorrect hands here but it's just the amount of joints in his fingers. I might like the style better here but his body has more problems here.
Oh, and I just feel like adding that sometimes I just think about that how there seems to be less 'Molluck thirst' than it used to be like 3-2 years ago. Well, I can get it but mine hasn't faded away, at all, just getting 'worse'... Man, after two months it's been 3 years of Molluck for me. It just feels like I finally have found the right one for me. Getting into the Emperor (BG3) just strengthened this feeling since I just saw how strong my feelings for Molluck are, preventing me from really having other characters around me. Though, the Emperor only started to interest me because his appearance reminded me of Molluck (and I love octopuses) but he is still my favourite character in that game and I love him but only as a friend. (I even bought the whole game because of him... But it was worth it and I'm currently doing my 5th playthrough...)
I do understand if someone thinks that I'm 'crazy' or something since yes, I do am crazy about Molluck! Also, I'm used to be seen as 'odd', like my whole life, so yeah, it's just what I am. It's just that Molluck is so 'me', like I have said many times; he felt like me as a Gluk and that's what got me into him. I remember feeling nothing toward him when I saw him for the first time, both in AO and SoulStorm. I'm just kinda immune to appearance stuff... Someone can look pleasant but eh, it evokes no desire in me. I don't even wanna call someone beautiful before knowing the person. Stereotypically 'hot' people look even ugly to me... Well, I often see that I have different opinions than the others but I don't even find Molluck ugly, even he is kinda meant to be ugly, at least to humans, since the SoulStorm art book calls him ugly and says that he is even uglier now, but he is said to be attractive by Glukkon standards, so... Well, I seem to be attractive by 'human standards', so a good match, eh? I have said this earlier but I have just heard from multiple people that I'm (very) handsome... I don't even know what to do with my appearance, it's just for identifying me, what else it needs to be... I mean, I'm not even interested in looking attractive, just pleasant enough for myself.
I don't know what has made the others thirsty for Molluck but, like I said, my reason was that I saw myself in him and only after that his appearance catched my attention. But even it was so, man, he do is such a beautiful Gluk! And well, even if there do are some difficulties due to his body since it limits him, there are ways to deal with it and I'm glad to help him out; he can give big hugs and kisses! I still honestly don't know about these terms, like what he is to me, thought many terms can exist at the same time but the main one I mean... I prefer friend-like love but it's more than that still... Romantic love is something like seeing the other as ideal, not about true love, just being in love, if I have understood correctly (I have seriously needed to read multiple definitions for it and I'm still not sure...). I see that Molluck isn't perfect and I don't want him to be perfect either but he is perfect one for me still. I'm basically trying to say that I don't really feel like using this 'fictional other' term like many self-shippers seem to use since it doesn't describe mine well enough. Well, whatever, I just love this Gluk so much!
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Iâve been very hyperfixated on JoJoâs for awhile now, and oh my god, @starry-blue-echoes âs AUs have been like finding water in a desert lol
As such, Iâve done some fan art for one of my favorite AUs of theirs, Star Swap! I was originally going to post it once I finished all of the JoJos, but I wanted to put this out there since Iâm done with these three for now. Hopefully I can get the rest done soon!
This was fun because not only do I have to figure out how I want to draw Giorno, Jolyne and Josuke, I have to figure out how to draw Joseph, Jonathan and Jotaro, as them! Iâm having a lot of fun so far though
Giorno Giovanna Joseph Joestar
First off, I wanted him to have a playful expression on his face, one Giorno wouldnât be caught dead making lol (at least, not until after years and years of therapy lol-) So Joseph has a big olâ grin on his face!
I also donât think that heâd have any fucking clue on how to do Giornoâs hair donuts. He tried, he really did! He just wasnât strong enough. And I am pretty sure I just stole the ladybug hair clip from this one Haruno Higashikata AU Iâve seen, but itâs also there because of the fact that Josephâs been buying Giorno a bunch of little presents like said hair clip, and he just so happens to be wearing one of them for himself right now
Another person when drawing for this AU gave them all their original eye colors instead of the eye colors of the body theyâre in currently, so I decided to do that too! I do think that most likely in universe the eyes donât change color, simply because people would probably notice, (tho it is jojo so who knows lol) but itâs still a fun detail! Eyes are the window to the soul, after all, right?
Finally, this is more of a Giorno head canon, but I think due to having a vampire dad heâd probably be on the paler side, and his, idk? Shading color? For his skin, I canât think of a better word lol, is more of a purple-ish cool tone to add onto this! I know that in canon Giorno doesnât have any real vampiric features, but I do wonder how Giorno and Joseph would feel being in each otherâs bodies due to this. Just, âhm. I feel colder/warmer than usual. Weird.â I also think that Giornoâs the slimmest of the JoJos, but I accidentally made that honor go to Josuke lol
Jolyne Cujoh Jonathan Joestar
I barely have any idea on how Jolyneâs hair works, which means Jona definitely has no clue on how to do his new hair lol. He definitely got some help from Ermes in order to braid his hair. The bangs also look more like how Jonaâs does compared to actual Jolyne.
He has a small smile, because heâs very uncomfortable in a womanâs body, though I donât think I went as fully into âuncomfortableâ territory as I could have though. Also I donât think heâd wear any lipstick like Jolyne. I played with the idea of giving him some lip gloss at least, but even that seemed a little too much.
For a final Jolyne headcanon, I think that due to being from Florida she has a bit of a tan going on. You can even see some tan lines near her clothes! Poor Jonathan, having to be a man from the 1880s stuck in a womanâs body-
Josuke Higashikata Jotaro Kujo
I feel like I remember it once being mentioned that Jotaro would wear his hair in a bun of some kind, so, he has it up in a loose bun kind of style! Itâs particularly based on how I think Josukeâs hair would look while down. I think that he actually has some pretty long hair while down lol
4taro gave Josuke!Jotaro some charms that he switched out for Josukeâs normal pins. Heâs also wearing his jacket fully open, instead of just the little bit at the top
I think I accidentally made it look like Jotaro has some sort of white lipstick on his upper lip, but itâs actually supposed to be a sort of frowning face lol. Itâs just that heâs got that signature part for lower lip lol
Thatâs all for now! Idk if youâll even see this, but I wanted to put it out there for now! Hopefully Iâll be able to finish the rest soon!
#jjba#jjba fanart#jjba au#my art#jonathan joestar#jolyne cujoh#jolyne kujo#giorno giovanna#joseph joestar#josuke higashikata#jotaro kujo#jojo bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo fanart
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art summary 2022 vs art summary 2023
individual 2023 artworks below (plus some thoughts on them because why not. Said thoughts will include me critiquing some of the pieces, especially the ones from earlier in the year.)
also here's a link to all the artworks from my 2022 one if anyone wants to see them
JANUARY - Art piece i did right before For the Future aired of Luz and the rest of the hexsquad having a much-needed group hug. I didn't really look at any references for this one (apart from for the character's designs) so the poses look really awkward and stiff tbh đ. That being said, I'm still glad I gave it a shot, and it looks a lot better than the one I did before Thanks to Them's release, since I was more used to drawing the characters.
I'm not going to go too much into some of the... questionable... anatomy choices I made, since they aren't exclusive to this artwork in particular, nor is this the worst example of them (*cough cough* my old King's Tide screenshot redraw).
Overall I think this is an okay art piece. Definitely could have been improved by actually using references for the pose though.
FEBRUARY - This one is actually another redraw of a REALLY old piece I drew in 2021. With my finger. Not a good combination to say the least. This one is miles better especially in terms of anatomy, facial expressions and composition.
That's not to say that it's without it's flaws. I do think that lining up Betty and Amber's poses better would have improved the overall look of the piece. Another thing that I did end up changing a little while after I drew this was removing the shine from the black parts of the mirror to make it look like it was actually cracked, which I didn't do in the original version (that one's on my scratch account if you want to see it). It's a subtle difference, but I think it makes the piece look a lot better.
Again, I think this is an okay piece overall. Looks like the mona lisa compared to the 2021 version, but honestly I think anything would.
MARCH - Yet another Owl House artwork (bet u guys cant guess what my favourite tv show is). This one I created for a zine which I was working on for my multimedia class (this artwork in particular was supposed to be an advertisement for the finale). You can kinda tell I still wasn't that confident in drawing King, since his pose is pretty stiff (I don't think I ever really got used to drawing him tbh).
I do think this piece would have benefited from some more shading and lighting that wasn't the singular multiply layer I placed over the characters then erased some parts of. (There is some other shading but there's no other lighting).
Most of the other issues I have with this pieces are just issues I have with my old art in general so I'll leave it there.
APRIL - This is the last Owl House artwork I promise. I made this one for Zeez Vov Gee 2's watching and dreaming art contest. I actually do still quite like this one, which might partly be to do with the fact that I really like all of the character's timeskip designs, but whatever.
Some of the proportions on the hands are a bit weird, and I REALLY wish I put the shading on the lineart as well, considering how light of a colour it is.
One thing I do really like which I didn't notice while I was drawing it, is the pose Luz and Amity are in forms a sort of heart shape, which is really adorable akdjfhskhdf ;w;
Anyway, overall a pretty good piece, might remake it later. Who knows đ
MAY - as you may immediately be able to tell, I did not make that much art in May (I might've had a few tests on at the time. Or I was just lazy). This one is actually OC art for once (wow shocking never seen before).
It's kinda just a doodle/a more doodley art piece, but it's pretty alright. I actually really like the pose that Robyn (the OC in the drawing) is in. This is also kinda the first time I drew their design, so yeah. The background isn't great, but I can't really expect that much from a doodle -v-
overall, pretty decent doodle. (for anyone wondering if I'll ever post more about Robyn... maybe? I'm mainly using their story for writing practice, but I think I posted something from it on here)
JUNE - June was literally the polar opposite of May. I'm not kidding, there were like 3 artworks that I was debating putting for June (this one, some deltarune fanart and a TOH screenshot redraw). I eventually went with this one because HOLY CRAP am I proud of that background.
This one was really heavily influenced by cartoon backgrounds (in particular ones from Gravity Falls and Hilda), and while I do think there are a few things that could be improved (like some of the trees), this was the first time in a while that i'd tried drawing a background that wasn't grass and a couple of trees (and i think the first time ever that i'd done something this complex).
I think another reason that this one turned out so good is that it was a birthday card for a friend. And if there is anything that I am constantly trying to do better at every time I redraw it, it's birthday cards (probably bc they're for my friends, love you guys sm /p).
anyways, overall a really good piece, 11/10 background.
JULY - behold... the first artwork I posted on Tumblr! I drew this shortly after seeing Across the Spiderverse in cinemas (which I have to say was one of the greatest experiences of my life).
I wanted to mess around with lineless art a bit on this one, as well as sort of try to give it a watercolour feel like earth-65. And I gotta say, I think it turned out pretty good. Though I did spend a good 15 minutes looking for references because ATSV wasn't out digitally yet ;w;
overall, I like this piece, I tried something new and I made fanart for the greatest movie of all time (in my opinion)
AUGUST - I don't think I drew nearly enough Omori fanart when I was super into the game, so I'm making up for it now. I wanted to redraw one of my favourite photos from the photo album for this one.
I probably could have put a bit more detail into the background for this one, but I really like the warm lighting, and the dappled light effect that I used for the characters. The lineart is also a bit sketchy, but I was (and sort of still am) in the process of figuring out how I actually want my lineart to look.
overall, I really like this one, nice colours, nice lighting, has the omori characters being happy in it :]
SEPTEMBER - like in May, I didn't get as much Art Stuff TM done, so it's just a doodle of some of my OCS (except this time it's Copper, Lapis and Peg, who I have posted about before).
I kinda just wanted to draw something cozy, so I didn't put too much effort into the background and stuff. One thing I will say, is that I wish I drew them looking a bit older, since they are all 16-17 lol.
overall, this one's ok. Could be better, but it's just a doodle.
OCTOBER - ohohohohoho we are SO back. Yet another birthday card. I love the perspective and poses on this one (because, you guessed it, I used references for them). Everything about this artwork was really fun to draw (especially the characters).
Overall, really good artwork, 11/10
NOVEMBER - redraw of an artwork from 2021 part 2: electric boogaloo. I remember being so proud of the original artwork, so I wanted to make this one an artwork I was proud of too (which was a success).
One of the main things I wanted to do for this one was to actually draw a background, instead of getting one off google. The one I drew was simple, but I think it really works, because I wanted the focus to be on the character, not the background. I also added some slight perspective to the drawing to make it look a bit more interesting.
Overall, amazing, especially compared to the original
DECEMBER - and finally... December's artwork! Aka my banner. I wanted to do something kinda simple for this, because I'm probably going to redraw it or make a new one later. I really like the contrast between the colours in the foreground (which is supposed to be inside a train, but it's kinda hard to tell), and the background.
Also something I've started doing for a few artworks is making a duplicate of the artwork, blurring it slightly and lowering the opacity, which makes it look a lot more visually interesting :0
overall, love this one, good artwork to end the year off with :] (i'll prolly still draw more stuff tho)
(fun fact - I was going to put the redraw I did of the 'get in loser we're going shopping' scene with the characters from TMC for December because it's the highest quality meme i've ever made but it looked weird next to the other ones bc it was in black and white đ)
#art evolution#art improvement#my art#nova.txt#long post#like seriously long post i should not be allowed to ramble about this much stuff sorry guys
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i used this as a starting point, for me itâs easier to work from a regular reference and build pixels ontop of of a sketch. this also helped me get used to drawing this character and getting his build and general design correct. i find it easier to use this as a visual guide and work from it.
here, i was blocking out the silhouette of my character. I wanted to give each shape itâs own layer, so that i could easily work out his design and add details ontop. i used different opacities on each layer so that i could tell each one apart. i used it as a base to separate each body part which would make it easier to work with shadows later. despite the character having thicker legs in my sketch, it didnât translate over well into this style. i was inspired by Octavi Navarroâs style when making this, the characters are very simplistic, and their features arenât defined. itâs also noticeable that they all have distinctly long, noodle legs. i really liked this style, so i decided to try to take inspiration from it for this character sheet.
here i started blocking in base colours on a lower opacity layer. this was so i could see the silhouette below.
next, on a multiply layer, i added shading using a warm purple. i used shadows to show roundness in the stomach, shoes, and on the hat. also, i coloured the âskinâ on a layer below everything with a lower opacity to make it see through.
iâm not sure what happened here, but i pressed the wrong shortcut keys, and i wasnât able to recover the base colours or silhouette i had just done, and i had to redo everything other than the shading. this was purely my fault for not properly understanding photoshop and pressing the wrong shortcut keys too fast.
after redoing the base colours, i added more depth to the shadows by adding another multiply layer and using the same purple colour i put more darkness in darker areas, ex under the stomach on the legs and on the arms. i also added highlights on an add layer with a slightly warmer version of the blue base colour on a low opacity. this gives a better sense of shape, as it shows how and what catches the light. also, i put a grey background behind everything to show the see through skin.
next, i added some details on a new layer ontop of everything. using colour picker, i would use a darker version of the darkest shadow to add dark details such as the middle line to show the coat (?? i donât know what itâs called) and to add a little more darkness to some of the darkest areas. also, i added some more obvious highlights to the rim of the hat and the shoulder pads to make them stand out more and show that they are shiny. i also finally added the key, i put off doing it because i wasnât sure how to draw it properly in this format/character pose. but, using a bright blue i made it stand out against everything else using contrast against the dark blue. and, i added a mouth once again to make him more human looking. this is less detailed than even the 32 bit character art, but i wasnât looking to make him very detailed as i was somewhat inspired by Michael Myersâ X-Men Adult Swim ad artwork. https://drawsgood.com/x-men-apocalypse-adult-swim-ad-spot-pixel-art , i like that his artwork here doesnât have lines, i think it wouldâve made it too harsh. i also like that the colours are quite muted, as it adds to the aesthetic iâm going for with this character.
i chose a front from dafont. com, i went with picturama founder. i think it would look similar to how the characterâs handwriting would look in the 19th century, i like that it was like cursive written with a fountain pen, it looks very old fashioned in my opinion and fits the aesthetic.
i think that the font though was a little hard to read because of the exaggerated lines on the letter âtâ, it interfered with every word that came after it and it made it sometimes illegible. although, i still think this fits the aesthetic as old handwriting styles that were written in cursive are known for being somewhat illegible. i think that it also fits his character that his handwriting would be a bit unreadable because he is a careless character. also, the font didnât allow numbers, which was annoying since i had to type out every number.
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almost. (m) jjk.
not yet, almost, right now
pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?, more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please donât hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesnât see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye
The cool summer breeze flows around you as youâre sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face.Â
The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. âSorry, what?â
Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him.Â
âI was saying that I think Iâm giving up on crushes and love.â You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee.Â
Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. âReally?â
âYeah,â you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do.Â
âI think Iâm cursed,â you continue. âAll of my exes have been assholes, and Iâve always been too blind to see it until itâs over and Iâm left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.â
âMaybe youâre just looking for love in the wrong places,â Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because heâs who you should be looking at if you wanted love.Â
Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. Heâs almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast.Â
He was a god damn catch, why couldnât you see that?
âMaybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,â he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen.Â
âWait, maybe youâre right!â Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. âYou know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?â
Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldnât just go out and say it. âHm, I donât think you should.â
With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. âTrue. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesnât want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.â
That wasnât why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along.Â
âI bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.â You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile.Â
âIâve actuallyââ
âYou know what Iââ
You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkookâs cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as youâre about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first.Â
âI was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.â
He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. âWild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?â
âNo,â you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. âI should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like Iâve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?â
âUh, maybe...â he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup.Â
âHow do you go about it?â
âMe?â he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing.Â
âYes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.â You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that youâre speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups.Â
Heâs not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought youâd pretend to never hear him. It wasnât too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heardâand seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they leftâit was very rarely the same girl.Â
So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups.Â
âRight, sorry,â he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night.Â
âItâs fine, consider us even.â A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadnât had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again.Â
âSo, give me the tips. Where do you find people?â
Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. âHonestly? Anywhere. Iâve gotten girlâs numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.â
âUgh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.âÂ
âWhat?â he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesnât even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. âWhat the hell is pretty privilege?â
Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. âYou! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,â you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips.Â
Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book.Â
âCâmon,â he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. âYou could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.â
You give your plate a contemplated stare, âSure, how hard could it be?â
Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel.Â
Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when heâs at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if youâve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look.Â
âWhat?â
His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkookâs eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him.Â
He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original.Â
âWhat do I say?â you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all.Â
âJust say hi and tack on some cute emoji. Itâs not that hard,â he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in.Â
âOkay, I did it.â Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkookâs hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before youâre killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat.Â
âReally?â Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for.Â
No. Thatâs not what he wants.Â
Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if youâd even agree to it.Â
âRelax, heâs probably thinking of what to reply.â
You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in.Â
He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level youâve been stuck on for the past two weeks.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether.Â
Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. âYouâre right, this is easy!â
Jungkook doesnât feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. âTold you so.â
He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it.Â
âI hope he knows I donât want anything serious,â you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages.Â
Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you donât want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies.Â
All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, donât talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesnât offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob heâs a loser.Â
Itâs solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok.Â
Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if heâs being honest. They werenât spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but heâd never tell you that.Â
When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him youâre on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. Itâs not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mikeâs hard lemonadeâbecause despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didnât careâand binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family.Â
But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he canât find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitchâs usual banter. Heâs too busy thinking about which movie youâre currently watching, if you were watching it. Whoâs Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now.Â
Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that youâd see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldnât? You say you want something casual and suddenly heâs spilling his heart out and youâre supposed to believe heâs not some pig trying to butter you up. He didnât want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times youâve had.Â
âSo stupid,â he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff heâs rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the timeâand also check if youâd sent him some SOS textâbut he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.
In true pity party day fashion, he doesnât even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom.Â
The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax.Â
Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he canât stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if youâd be the type to act shy at a guyâs house for the first time, if youâd initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldnât be the one kissing you tonight.Â
What he doesnât know, is that you wouldnât be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping.Â
So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened.Â
Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming youâd be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldnât he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partnerâs moans the way he usually did.Â
Youâre just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you arenât blind. Heâs hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries youâve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed.Â
Youâre just desperate now. Thatâs the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear.Â
Jungkook on the other hand doesnât care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He canât look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube.Â
âAh fuck,â he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base.Â
You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice youâre expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you.Â
With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz.Â
Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep?Â
âShit, so good,â he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. Itâs what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch.Â
Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didnât even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how youâd look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you.Â
He knows youâre loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do.Â
His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. Itâs been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since heâd been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he canât find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did.Â
The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer.Â
The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.Â
âOh my god,â you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkookâs moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind.Â
How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldnât have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldnât mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor.Â
The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkookâs with the vibrator still in your hand, but you canât. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret youâd have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldnât deny how turned on you are.Â
The flashes of all the times youâve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe youâd be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock.Â
That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until youâre bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out.Â
âFuck, fuck,â he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way youâd soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm.Â
Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. Youâre not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. Youâre both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?
As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way youâd never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that youâd want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over.Â
âAh shit, baby,â he cries out in his roomâthankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he cameâeyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation.Â
The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know youâll feel the ache later but you donât care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets.Â
The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile heâd give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity.Â
When you realize your thoughts have strayed from âpure sexy Jungkook fantasylandâ, and switched over to âJeon Jungkook your adorable neighborâ, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit.Â
With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang.Â
Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case heâd somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else.Â
All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you.Â
When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum.Â
âSuch a loser,â he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase.Â
His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. Itâs now one in the morning, and you still hadnât text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him wonât allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send.Â
Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?
When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkookâs name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come oveâno stop that.Â
Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok.Â
Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol
Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though
Y/N 1:26am : like right now
Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room
Y/N 1:27am : haha
He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You werenât rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldnât be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again.Â
Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!
Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing youâll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if heâll have to push the crush aside, youâre barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else.Â
Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How heâd let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend.Â
Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about.Â
And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times youâd find a way to slide Jungkookâs name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief.Â
The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkookâs face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge.Â
âOh my god, Iâm such a bitch.â you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him.Â
The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook âbroâ and treat him like you didnât see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore.Â
So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.
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Hullo! Donât know if this has been asked/answered before, but if it isnât a bother how did you get started drawing transformers characters (assuming you remember ofc)? Iâve got a couple that I really want to be able to draw more often but thereâs something about mechs that my hands just do not like. Any advice or suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
First off, I'm so sorry about how much time this took to answer. I had some issues figuring out how to go about explaining everything, but hopefully, this helps at least a bit.
I hyperfixated on Optimus Prime when I was like... 8?? I was really young, and that hyperfixation is still with me, so my brain sort of forced me to draw him and burned the process into my memory.
I, of course, started out by just copying other people's art. Very badly, might I add. It looked all fucked up and flat and the shading was off, if there even was any. But it was a start, and that's the important part.
You're gonna improve overtime, you'll figure things out and get to a point where the shapes you draw the most often, no matter how complicated, come naturally to you without much thought. If you draw something enough times, you'll understand how everything is spaced out, how the angles work, they way shadows and perspective mess with it, and you'll be able to draw it without any guidelines. But that's besides the point.
The key thing to remember about anything is that, when you really think about it, it's not much more than a bunch of boxes and spheres. Everything can be broken down into basic shapes, which is especially true for mecha, because they tend to be made up of blocky, symmetrical shapes. Yes, even Bayverse designs.
I'm gonna show you my process through this step-by-step. The way I draw differs greatly depending on whether I'm including line art in the final thing, like in this case. With that being said:
Step 1: basic shapes/sketch.
My slight redesign of TFP Arcee is gonna be helping us here.
I start off by putting down the basic shapes, which usually means boxes and circles. Remember, mecha are 3D objects. So is their armor. It wraps around their bodies while itself also being a three dimensional thing. Try to avoid making it look paper thin. Make it thick.
Next, I add in the actual details. The jump from picture 1 to 3 might seem daunting, but it's not. Arcee's forearm is a cuboid with some weird edges. Nothing difficult. The car door sits on the outer side, with its wider side facing outwards and slightly up, and a small ridge curving around the general shape of the arm and angling downwards. You can see this on the opposite arm. Her arms work similarly to Knockout's.
Step 2: Putting down flat colors and basic shading.
Flat colors â an Overlay or Soft Light layer for some nice colors â a Multiply layer with one block of shadow that gradually fades in. The last one helps you start and offers you a direction while you're zoomed in and shading small details.
Step 3: actual shading + light source:
The perfectly drawn and absolutely straight red arrow is the light source. You can see that it's pointing down at the metal, sort of from the side, meaning it's gonna hit the most on the inner side of Arcee's leg. The front part will be darker, but given the angle of the light source, still not completely dark.
I wanted the top half of her body to be really obscured by the shadows, so the legs and arms are lighter in comparison, while her midsection, chest and shoulders are very dark. In the next step, this will make her eyes, and therefore her face, stand out more.
Step 4: Light
I used a Normal layer here with a purple that sat somewhere in the middle of the saturation/brightness levels, meaning it's not bright enough to seem out of place.
Going back to what I said in the first half of Step 3, the brightest spots on Arcee's body will face up and inwards.
After that, I used a Screen layer to 1, add a glow effect around her bio lights, and 2, traced thin lights along the edges of the parts that are being hit by the light source. Also added a darker background, and something for her to sit on.
Please remember that you can start with easier designs. G1, for example, are very boxy and with little details. Great for learning how to work with 3D shapes and perspective.
#asks#drawing tutorials#yeetdraws#the full version of this drawing is coming soon btw!!#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#tfp arcee#arcee
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i might write part two of this if youâre interested in it! i wrote this in thirty minutes right before posting it so iâll be honest i was a bit lazy to write everything, so just tell me if youâd be interested in a part two!
Aelin Ashryver Galathynius knew she was a tease. She had been told so her entire life, and she took great pride in it.
She loved to make jokes about her family, to laugh of her friends whenever she could, and to annoy the shit out of everyone around her when she was in a mood.
But, she wasnât only that way with people she loved dearly but also with the ones she hated with a passion.
Not a lot of people could fit in that category since she never considered herself a very hateful person, only Rowan Whitethorn could. It wasnât exactly her fault, she just couldnât ignore him when he was in the same room as her, she had to pick on him. And he returned the courtesy so she didnât really feel bad about it.
But after two years of knowing each other, something changed. Aelin didnât know how their banters went from snarky remarks to angrily making out in closets, but she was willing to admit she didnât mind.
Not that she had stopped teasing him, but it was funnier now. For the past two months, she couldnât count how many times her hand had accidentally brushed the top of his thigh, how many times her skirt rode up around him and she just didnât notice or how many times she had to wipe the side of her mouth as she maintained eye contact with him.
They had made out for hours and they had also sometimes crossed a line, but they were both in silent agreement to never speak about it even when it was only the two of them. So, whenever she could sheâd tease him about how bad he kissed (which is the biggest lie that ever came out of her mouth) but sheâd never brought up that time they had drunk and he made her scream of pleasure just with two fingers.
And he would tease her on the way she always pulled his hair too roughly, but heâd never spoke about that time she took him so deep in her mouth he came down her throat, chanting her name as he fucked her mouth.
Never had they crossed that final line and Aelin wasnât sure they would. She didnât know whether to feel revealed or disappointed. Normal people donât make out with people they hate, so theyâd definitely wouldnât have sex with them. Maybe she wasnât normal, she liked the sound of this.
Aelin was having so much fun tonight.
They were all out in a bar to celebrate Fenrysâs birthday and instead of being by her best friendâs side, drinking and partying, she was in a dirty bathroom, her legs around the man she hatedâs waist, her hands in his hair, and her tongue playing with his. He was pressing her against the wall, both hands gripping her ass.
âWhat about ânever doing this againâ?â Aelin asked, pulling back to take back her breath but she didnât catch a break, Rowanâs lips assaulting her neck. Every time they kissed, one of them promised it was the last time, even if they both knew it was a goddamn lie.
âShut up,â he groaned, taking back her lips. She just giggled, trying her best not to break the kiss. She was annoying him, she knew it, itâs exactly why she was doing this.
Aelin didnât know how they ended up here tonight, they had been fighting over what sport was better between football and baseball, and the next second, she heard him lock the door and she was kissing him roughly.
âIâm still right.â
He groaned, pressing his body closer to hers in hopes it would shut her up, but if he really believed this he didnât know her at all. He went to unbutton her shirt, but she stopped him right there, shaking her head.
He looked at her, a brow arched and Aelin hated how beautiful he looked right now, his long hair in a mess because of her, his lips swollen and eyes darker than his usual shade of green. âTell me Iâm right, then you can take off my clothes.â
âNo.â
Aelin smirked, taking her hands off his hair. âHands off, then.â She smirked but Rowan didnât let her go. âCome on, three little words. You are right.â
âIâm not going to lie.â He said, his hands massaging her butt. He really was shameless.
âBut youâre going home with blue balls.â She winked and used all her strength to push him back, settling on her feet once again. She ignored the ache between her own legs and walked away from him, accentuating the sway of her hips because she knew itâs where he would look.
She sat back with her friends, ordering her second drink of the night as she laughed with Lysandra.
Five minutes later, Rowan sat at the same table, looking normal as if he hadnât almost fucked someone in the bathroom. He ordered a new drink and spoke with Aedion who was sitting to his left, but not one single time did he look at her, which annoyed her.
She tried to attract his attention by laughing a little loudly, by interrupting his conversation with her cousin because she needed to ask Aedion something or because she was recalling a childhood memory, but nothing worked. Never once his gaze settled on her.
With a smirk on her face, Aelin pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly found her message app. She took advantage of Lysandra wanting to dance with Fenrys to take the time to scroll into her picture to find what to send.
Happy with her choice, Aelin pressed the âsendâ button and put her phone on the table, her eyes focused on the silver-haired man at the other side of the table.
He opened his phone the moment he got the notification and she could see the moment he saw her text.
Rowan had just received a very explicit photo of hers truly, she was laying in bed, with lacy red lingerie on and one of her hands disappeared in her underwear, not letting what her fingers were doing to the imagination. She had been thinking of him when she took this, and had felt a little embarrassed about it when she came down from her high, but now she was glad she took the picture.
His knee, which had been shaking since he sat down, she didn't need to see it to know, he did it all the time, tapped the underside of the table, drawing everyone's attention.
His head snapped up toward her, his eyes hard. Aelin grinned like a fiend, proud of herself. She brought her glass to her lips but she before rose it toward him, mouthing âcheersâ.
Her phone buzzed, showing a new message. Stop with this attitude before I fuck it out of you.
She bit her lip, fighting the blushing coming on her cheeks. When she looked up, Rowan seemed proud of him as if he knew what she was feeling right now. Maybe he did. They had never spoken about this so outrightly, this was dangerous territory.
Not sure you would be able to handle all of me.
His reply came in immediately. Willing to bet against it?
She was, but she didnât want him to win her so easily even though she had fantasied about him fucking her for months now. You miss my mouth?
Yes. Oh, good gods help her. She didnât dare to look up, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. Feeling the same about my fingers?
I donât know. It wasnât that memorable.
She looked up to see him frown and she internally smiled at it, finding the image funny. She looked quickly at her phone. Join me in my car in five minutes and allow me to refresh your memory.
Rowan didnât wait for an answer before excusing himself for the night. She didnât have to think about it twice, her mind was already made.
ââââ
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Naked Attraction
Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when youâre introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.
Pairing:Â Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader
TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha
(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)
Link to A03 here
A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-partyâs Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. Iâve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!
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âMorning,â Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. Itâs the good stuff from the cafĂŠ by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. âYouâre later than usual.â
You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. âOverslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.â
Jeanâs eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. âI can see. Do you know youâre wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?â
âThank you for your comments,â you roll your eyes. âI know I look like a hot mess and I donât need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.â
Jeanâs ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. âShut up.â
You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last weekâs model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but heâd thrown that aside and gone for the kill after sheâd slid back into her clothes. Sheâd laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriendâs motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).
Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and youâd been left with great blackmail material.
âI wonder who will be our victim today,â you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. âMost likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.â
âWeâll know in about 5 minutes,â Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. âOld Cueball is never late.â
Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.
âGood morning class,â Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. âI see you are all ready, so letâs get right to it.â He gestures to the person beside him. âThis is Mr. Levi Ackerman. Heâs your model for the week.â
The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.
You swear your heart actually skips a beat.
Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.
Heâs possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.
âHey, I know him,â Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. âThatâs Mikasaâs distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. Iâve met him once, heâs got a stick so far up his butt, heâd need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.â
You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jeanâs childhood friend and some long lost relatives.
âHe doesnât look that uptight,â you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jeanâs words. âHeâs beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.â
Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.
âAs usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,â your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. âCompleted drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever youâre ready.â
The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. Itâs rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like heâs worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you donât start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.
Holy fucking shit, heâs built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and youâd be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before youâre able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You canât help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.
Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.
âYou okay over there? It looks like youâre about to explode.â
âCan it,â you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. âI canât help it that Iâm looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think Iâve ever seen.â
âYou havenât seen mine.â
âI donât own a microscope.â
âOoooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.â
You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didnât hear you, heâd probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.
It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.
Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of itâs own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear heâs not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you canât stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. Itâs times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.
Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and youâll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. Youâre still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts youâve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.
âYouâre very good.â
You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadnât seen him or heard him.
âOh, uh, Mr Ackerman!â You squeak, your heart racing like youâve just run a marathon. Â âT-thatâs very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!â
âItâs Levi,â your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. âYours is going to be the best one here.â
You blink stupidly at his bold statement. âDid you look at all of them?â
âNo,â Leviâs voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. âBut you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesnât churn out stuff that looks like shit.â
âOh, thatâs only because you are such a great model,â you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. âYou stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and youâre just so pretty and-â Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.
âIâm pretty?â Levi raises an eyebrow. âYou think Iâm pretty?â
âNo!â You shout, and the manâs other eyebrow joins the first. âNo wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man Iâve ever seen!â
Leviâs eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. âI-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I canât be the first.â
âNo, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,â Levi deadpans.
Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.
âIâm sorry,â you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. âI....get carried away sometimes.â
âItâs fine,â Leviâs stoic expression softens just a little. âItâs kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually Iâm told Iâm good looking, but âfar too shortâ.â
âThatâs bullshit.â you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. âWho cares if youâre shorter? It doesnât detract from you. Whatâs that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that youâre small, Iâm not saying that, I just meant-â
âYes, you did seem to find my package....good,â Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. âYou heard that?!â
âIâm told I have exceptionally good hearing.â
âOh fuck me,â you groan, burying your face in your hands. âI am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than itâs clearly been too long since Iâve gotten some, but thatâs no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if thereâs anything I can do to to make it up to you, Iâll do it!â
âHave tea with me.ââ
Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. âWhat?â
âTch, you heard me,â Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. âI havenât got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.â
You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or youâre vividly daydreaming again.
âUmm, are you sure?â You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. âI donât know if youâve noticed, but Iâm wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasnât been laid in years.â You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. âAnd Iâm so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I canât stop talking once Iâve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-â
âI like you,â he says simply, as if heâs just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. âI couldnât give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, youâre just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?â
âO-oh,â you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. Youâd never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you werenât about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles. Â âUh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.â
An almost relieved expression crosses Leviâs face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.
âWell I better go,â you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. âIâve got another class in 15 minutes.â
âIâll walk you there,â Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. âTo make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. â The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isnât quite ready to say goodbye yet either.
âExcuse me, I thought you said you didnât give a âflying fuckâ about my attire,â you huff, but youâre grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.
âI donât care itâs inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,â Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize heâs offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?
âIâll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When itâs inside right,â you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.
Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. âDoubtful .â
Youâre not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. âIf youâre so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.â
The tips of Leviâs ears turn a delightful shade of pink. Youâre sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.
âWear it Saturday then,â Leviâs ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I donât ask for much, please!
âOnly if you wear your modeling outfit,â you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. âIâve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.â
If possible, Leviâs eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.
âDeal.â
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Be Sweet, Pt. I
PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M (minors dni!) WORD COUNT: 6k
hey everyone! here's part one of my new enemies-to-lovers series :) this fic will be five parts in total, but i'm only posting the first part on tumblr. you'll be able to read the rest of it on patreon if you wanna sign up!
as always, reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated. i love hearing your thoughts! enjoy.
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August 27th, 2021
âWhoâs opening tomorrow?â
Ella scrubs a wet rag across the table closest to the door. You cast a furtive glance up at her, flipping absentmindedly through the jumble of papers on the counter in front of you. Nickâs messy scrawl catches your eye, and you pause, reading the haphazard comment written at the bottom of the page.
Customer requested a very specific shade of pink trim. See back for details.
You flip the order, scoffing at the Pantone strip taped to the other side. The square labelled Quartz Pink has been singled out, encircled in bright red. Jesus fucking Christ.
âAlice and Olly, I think,â you say, shoving the form to the bottom of the pile.
âThatâs good,â Ella grunts, returning the napkin holder and the sugar dispenser back to their spots on the table. âAnd youâll swing by sometime during the afternoon?â
âYeah,â you say, drumming your fingers over the papers. âIâm gonna help Olly in the back. You know how much he hates dealing with fondant.â
âHow could I forget?â Ella rolls her eyes, smiling to herself. You grimace when she tosses the damp cloth in your direction. It lands on the counter with a loud splat! You nudge it away with your elbow, shaking your head.
âGross.â
âYouâre gross,â Ella says.
âIâm lovely,â you reply. She grins.
âWhereâs Alex taking you tonight?â you ask, changing the subject. Her eyes light up instantly, and she clasps her hands together against her chest.
âItâs a surprise,â she says, giggling girlishly.
You groan. âI hate surprises.â
âItâs a good thing heâs not your boyfriend, then, isnât it?â she retorts. You snicker, and she continues: âHe told me we should stop off at home to change, though, so Iâm guessing that wherever it is, thereâs a dress code.â
âOoh, fancy.â
âRight?â She twists her wrist, peeking at her watch. âHe should have been here by now. Itâs already a quarter past seven.â
âThe hospital is just down the street,â you remind her, organising the mountain of orders into a neat stack. âGive him another five minutes.â
She nods. You spin on your heel and push through the door leading to the backroom of the bakery. The large space is split into two sections: on your right, thereâs a wall of ovens, and a cluster of metal racks filled with pale, unprocessed dough. On your left, tables and counters lined with all sorts of decorating necessitiesâpiping bags, spatulas, scrapers, turntables. You make your way toward the small cabinet perched against the nearest wall and pull out the top drawer, sliding the orders inside. Olly should have no trouble locating them tomorrow morning.
When you return to the front of the shop, Ella is locked in a passionate embrace with a gangly, dark-haired man. You recognise him immediately.
âDoctor Dao,â you call out, resting your elbows on the counter. âDid you at least wash your hands before putting them all over my best friend?â
Alex and Ella break apart swiftly, but he keeps one arm wrapped around her waist. âHey, cookie,â he says, flashing you an apologetic grin. âDidnât see you there.â
You arch one brow, lips curling into an amused smirk. âIâll say.â
Only then do you catch sight of the other man lingering by the door, and your smile quickly morphs into an irritated frown. Harry is watching you with twinkling eyes, like he knows the effect his presence has on you. How could he not? You donât try to hide your disdain, especially when it comes to him.
âHarry,â you say curtly, lifting your chin in stubborn acknowledgement.
He brings two fingers to his templeâa mock-salute. âSweetheart.â
You clench your jaw. God, he makes your blood boil. Rather than responding, you turn back to Alex, who is now smoothing his palms over Ellaâs silky brown hair. âYouâre late,â you tell him. âYou were supposed to be here when we closed.â
âSorry, cookie,â Alex says, and he sounds like he means it. âMy last surgery of the day had a fewâŚcomplications.â
You purse your lips as the annoyance melts away. âEverything okay?â
âYeah.â He nods, blowing out a heavy breath. He looks tired. âWe figured it out.â
âThatâs good.â
Alex directs his attention back to Ella, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. âYou ready to go?â
âYeah,â she replies. âJust let me grab my bag.â
âCool,â he says. âYou donât mind if we drop Harry off at his place, right? His car is fucked, apparently.â
Ellaâs grey eyes widen. She peers over her boyfriendâs shoulder at Harry. âWhat happened?â
Harry waves away her concerns, chuckling quietly. He tugs on the collar of his blue scrubs, and you canât stop your gaze from trailing across the plethora of tattoos inked into his arm. Your nose wrinkles at the sight. He looks ridiculous. What kind of doctor would agree to don such outrageous body art?
âHeâs being dramatic,â Harry says, shooting Alex a pointed glare. âMy carâs at the shop right now, but Iâll have it back by tomorrow evening at the latest.â
âOh.â Ella relaxes. âOkay, thatâs great. Babeââ She turns to Alex. ââwhen are our reservations?â
âEight-thirty,â Alex says. âPlenty of time.â
âAwesome,â she chirps. She scurries around the counter and playfully bumps her hip against yours. âMy purse is in the back. Give me one second.â
And then sheâs gone.
You stare at Alex, fighting a clever smile. âTonightâs the night, huh?â you murmur, quiet enough so that thereâs no chance of Ella overhearing.
He beams, shouldering his knapsack and dragging his sweaty palms down the front of his shirt. His scrubs are a light purple, you note. The shade compliments his dark skin.
âYeah,â he replies, gnawing anxiously on his bottom lip. âSheâll say yes, right?â
You scoff, rolling your eyes good-naturedly. âOf course she will.â
Just then, Ella bursts through the door, her leather purse swinging wildly against her waist. âAlright!â She claps once, striding over to you and planting a wet, sloppy kiss onto your cheek. âIâm off.â
âBye,â you say, wiping her saliva from your face with the back of your hand. âHave fun.â
Alex waves at you as she tugs him out of the bakery. âSee you later, cookie.â
You wink. âSee you.â
Harry is the last one to leave. He glances at you momentarily, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smug smile. The look makes you bristle. Heâs absolutely infuriating.
âGot any leftover almond croissants?â he asks. Silent laughter taints every word.
You point to the exit. âGet out.â
He bows his chin in farewell, approaching the door. âSweetheart.â
âAsshole,â you reply flatly. Now that your friends are out of earshot, youâre under no obligation to tolerate him. Sometimes, you find yourself actually craving his company, just so you can drop the pretence and really give him a piece of your mind. Youâre a mature adult, and you wonât ruin a social gathering because of one presumptuous dickhead, but everyone has their limits. You donât owe him shit.
Harry chuckles to himself, and you clench your fists at your sides. He shoots you one last maddening smirk before disappearing out the door. You rush forward, latching it swiftly and ensuring that the sign against the glass reads âCLOSEDâ. Once youâve successfully locked up, you march into the back of the shop, plucking your own purse off one of the metal counters and tugging it over your shoulder. You shut the light and return to the front, scanning the clean tables, the empty display cases, the shades drawn over the windows. Shards of the sunset stream through the cracks in the blinds, casting orange stripes along the floor.
All clear, a voice in your head whispers, and you sigh.
Finallyâyou can go home.
August 28th, 2021
Quick, frantic knocking rouses you from your sleep. Blearily, you sit up on the mattress, knuckling at your puffy eyes. The hardwood floor is cold against the soles of your feet when you climb out of bed. You shiver.
The insistent clamour continues as you pad down the hallway. You tug at the hem of your worn, baggy t-shirt, concealing your midriff. Ella wastes no time after you open the front door, surging past the threshold and vaulting herself into your arms.
âHe proposed!â she squeals as the two of you stagger backward. You freeze, remembering Alexâs plans from the day before. His apprehension, tooâthe way he wiped his clammy palms against his scrubs and anxiously dug his teeth into his bottom lip. Shock ebbs and flows through your veins for a fraction of a second, but then youâre sweeping Ella into a tight hug, rocking your bodies from side to side.
âOh my God,â you say. Excitement festers beneath the murky exhaustion clouding your mind. âHe did it.â
Ella steps back, brows knitting together in bewilderment. âYou knew?â When you nod, she scoffs, aiming a half-hearted swat at your bicep. âAnd you didnât tell me?â
âWhy the fuck would I tell you?â you retort, rolling your eyes at the demand. âCome on. Letâs see it.â
A bright grin stretches across her lips, and she holds up her left hand, wiggling her fingers keenly. You spy the ring resting on the fourth digit: a simple platinum band topped with a large, clear diamond. Grey morning light bounces off the gemstone, and it winks at you as if it knows something that you donât.
âGorgeous,â you breathe, gripping Ellaâs wrist to bring her hand closer. You scrutinize the ring carefully, smiling to yourself. âHeâs got good taste.â
âDoesnât he?â she gushes, beaming like an idiot. You beckon her into the kitchen, and she collapses onto one of the tall stools positioned in front of the marble island. A quick glance at the digital clock on the stove reveals that itâs only eight in the morning. You groan, rubbing gentle circles against your temples.
âI was hoping Iâd get to sleep in today,â you say, lips curling into a wry smirk.
Ella shoots you a sheepish, apologetic smile, sliding her purse off her shoulder and placing it on the counter. âIâm sorry, cookie. I couldnât wait.â
âIâm just kidding,â you tell her, floating around the room to prepare a pot of coffee. âSoâŚhow did he do it?â
She launches into a frenzied retelling of the night before. Alex brought her to the same restaurant theyâd visited four years ago on their first date. They ordered their food and made conversation. Things proceeded as usual until the end of the meal, at which point Alex set his napkin down on the table and excused himself to the restroom. Two minutes later, the waiter arrived with the bill. Ella accepted it graciously, scanning the thin paper and pausing at the question scrawled at the very bottom of the slip. When she snapped her head up, searching for her boyfriend in the crowded dining area, she found him kneeling a few feet away from her chair, a small velvet box nestled securely in his steady hands.
âI started crying immediately,â she tells you, groaning at the memory. âI couldnât keep it together. It was so embarrassing.â
You toss your head back and laugh. Despite the crimson blush staining her cheeks, she joins in. The coffeemaker beeps, signalling that the pot is ready. You fetch two mugs from the cupboard and fill them with dark liquid. Ella accepts her drink eagerly, blowing cool air across its surface. You grimace as she takes a tentative sipâyouâve never understood her penchant for unsweetened black coffee. Sugar and cream are a must.
âIâm so happy for you, El,â you tell her, stirring a small spoon around your mug. âYouâre going to be the most beautiful bride.â
Her eyes grow damp. You snicker quietly, reaching across the island and swiping your thumb beneath her bottom lashes. She catches your hand and kisses your knuckles softly, clearing her throat.
âWill youâ?â She releases a shuddering breath. âWill you be my maid of honour?â
You stiffen at her request. Her gaze rakes over your face, like sheâs searching for any clue as to how you might respond. At last, your shoulders sag in relief, and an ecstatic smile splits across your cheeks.
âOf course,â you say, voice thick. Tears gather in your own eyes, but you blink them back furiously. âI would love nothing more.â
She sets her coffee down and skirts around the counter, yanking you into another bone-crushing hug. You grin as she presses a handful of sloppy kisses to the side of your head. Her elbow knocks against your abandoned mug, and a few drops of coffee spill down the side of the cup. You laugh at her enthusiasm, pulling back and sweeping your hands over her silky hair.
âItâs probably way too soon, but have you guys started discussing anything?â you ask, arching one eyebrow.
Ella flushes pink, averting her gaze. âUmâŚwhen we got home, there wasnât really much of a discussion going on.â
You cackle, poking at her ribs. âOh, he gave it to you good, didnât he? Itâs a miracle that youâre not limping right now.â
âBe quiet,â she yelps, stamping her eyes shut.
You lift your hands and shoot her a teasing smirk. âIâm not judging, okay? If anything, Iâm living vicariously through your various sexual conquests. Itâs been months since I last got any action.â
âMaybe that should change,â Ella says, folding her arms over her chest. âYou and Harry could probably fuck out your frustrations. His dick is huge, apparently.â
You balk. âElla!â
She shrugs, grey eyes widening comically. âWhat? Alex told me!â
You snort, but say nothing. She watches you cautiously, examining your features for any signs of acquiescence. Any indication that you might actually be considering her lewd suggestion. You almost gag.
âWhy do you hate him so much, anyway?â Ella asks, flicking an invisible speck of lint off her shoulder. âYouâre not still hung up on that fiasco with the almond croissant, are you?â
âIâm not doing this with you again,â you say, and she sighs.
âOkay, Iâm sorry. But can you at least try to be civil while we plan the wedding? For my sake.â
After mulling over her words, you slouch in defeat. âFine. But only for you,â you say, throwing a stern finger in her face.
She beams. âThank you.â Something dirty flashes behind her pale eyes. âAnd if you do end up sleeping with him, I want all the details.â
You shove her gently and scoff. She laughs.
âHonestly,â you start, shaking your head, âit doesnât matter how huge his dick is. Iâd rather walk across hot coals than let somebody like him climb into my bed.â
âWhat makes you think it wouldnât be the other way around?â Ella snickers. You glare at her, but she just steps back, raising her hands in surrender. âAlright, alright, fine. Have it your way. But Iâm expecting you to find someone in time for the big day. Donât let your plus-one go to waste.â
You roll your eyes, thoroughly unconvinced. âNoted.â
September 2nd, 2021
âOlly!â you call, sticking your head into the backroom. âElla and I are going on our lunch break, but Leyla will be here in, like, twenty minutes. You going to be okay by yourself until then?â
Olly doesnât even bother looking over his shoulder, too busy piping little flowers along the sides of the rectangular cake laid out in front of him. He lifts one hand, waving away your concerns before running his palm over his short blue hair. He buzzed and dyed it just last week after claiming that he couldnât stand how the long brown curls stuck to the nape of his neck. It took a few days to get used to the change, but now that the initial shock has faded, you have to admit that he looks great.
âYeah, thatâs fine,â Olly says, putting the finishing touches on the cake. He sets his piping bag down and turns toward you, wiping his palms against his red apron. His left ear bears a swirl of shiny silver piercings. âIâll be out in a second.â
âThanks,â you say, flashing him a small smile. He returns it, and then youâre spinning on your heel and letting the door swing shut behind you.
You find Ella waiting outside the bakery. She urges you along, and you squawk at her impatience.
âWhatâs the rush?â you ask, falling into step with her as you both amble down the sidewalk. âWe have forty-five minutes.â
âI donât want Alexâs sandwich to get cold,â she explains, holding up the small paper bag clutched in her right hand. You snort.
The two of you make it to Ridgefield Hospital in record time, mostly because Ella grips your arm and gives it a forceful tug whenever you start lagging behind. You walk through the automatic doors, ignoring the row of ambulances parked outside. The secretaries sitting at the front desk shoot you a few distracted smilesâtheyâve all grown accustomed to your frequent visits by now.
Ella babbles endlessly as you enter the elevator, pressing the button for the fifth floor and waiting as the metal doors slide shut.
âI want to ask Alice and Leyla to be part of the bridal party, but Iâm scared the guys will feel bad if Alex doesnât choose them as his groomsmen. Like, I think theyâd understand, considering I work with the girls and weâre all pretty close, but I donât know.â She nudges you with her elbow. âWhat do you think?â
âI think you should do whatever the fuck you want,â you tell her, shrugging. âItâs your wedding. And I donât think Olly, Marcus, or Nick will mind if theyâre not part of the bridal party. Olly doesnât care about that stuff, and Marcus and Nick already have their hands full with their jobs at the bakery. Plus, they know Alex has his own friendsânot just the ones heâs met through you.â
Ella nibbles on her bottom lip, her head bobbing in agreement. âYeah, youâre right.â
You lay a placid hand on her shoulder. âYouâre already overthinking this. Youâve only been engaged for a week. Enjoy it.â
She shoots you a grateful smile just as the elevator dings and the doors glide open, and the two of you step out onto the hospitalâs paediatric floor. Itâs a stark contrast to the other sections of the building. Instead of barren white walls, these ones are painted with all sorts of pretty, colourful decorationsâflowers, rainbows, sunsets, animals. A massive sign in front of you denotes the different divisions on the floor and where to find them: the ICU, the operating rooms, the palliative unit, the psychiatry wing, and the oncology department. You and Ella turn right, making the familiar trek to Alexâs office.
âHe should be on his lunch break, too,â she says. âUnless they paged him for another emergency surgery.â
You hum in response.
Sure enough, you find Alex at his desk, twirling a blue pen between his fingers as he pores over the stack of papers in front of him. Ella knocks gently against the open door, and his face lights up when he spies her standing in the threshold. He moves quickly, crossing the room in five long strides, and plants a searing kiss onto her lips. You look away, rocking awkwardly on the balls of your feet.
âHey,â Alex murmurs after he and Ella break apart. Thatâs when he notices you behind her. âHey, cookie.â
âHey,â you reply. You toss your thumb over your shoulder. âIâm just going toâyou know, the usual.â
He nods.
The last thing you see before you turn around is Ella holding up the brown paper bag, and Alexâs face splitting into a bright, easy smile.
You meander through the halls, trailing your fingers over the rich artwork covering the walls. The end of the corridor cleaves in two; you turn left and enter a large atrium. The ceiling is high and peppered with skylights. A small cafeteria sits off to the side, clusters of families chatting and laughing together as they eat. Children sprint around the space, their arms outstretched. Some of them are dressed in normal clothesâothers don pale hospital gowns, their skinny legs bared for all to see. You wrench your attention away from them, fixing it instead on the far wall.
Slowly, you cross the room, surveying the vibrant handprints stamped against the plaster. There has to be hundreds of them, you think. They vary in sizeâsome are so tiny you could cry. Colour becomes scarcer the higher you goâthe youngest children are too short to reach those levels, obviouslyâbut still. The sight takes your breath away. You visit this mural every time you find yourself at the hospital, and every time, you unearth a new detail that you hadnât noticed before.
You walk along the length of the wall, dragging your fingertips across the dry, smooth paint. Purples and pinks and oranges and blues. Reds, greens, yellows, browns. Each handprint is a personâa pair of little feet that scuffled over this very floor, a blank story that had yet to unfold. Briefly, you wonder how many survived whatever illnesses plagued them, and how many succumbed to their conditions. The thought makes your throat grow tight with emotion, so you quickly shove it aside.
Ten minutes pass before youâre leaving the mural behind and heading back the way you came. Youâve just rounded the corner when a strong, solid body barrels into you. You grunt at the impact, smacking one palm against the wall to steady yourself.
âIâm sorry,â you start, lifting your head to meet the strangerâs gaze. âI wasnât payingâoh.â
Harry smirks, his green eyes glittering with mirth once he recognises you. You purse your lips, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.
âHarry,â you say, nodding stiffly.
He folds his arms over his chest. âSweetheart.â
His brown hair is tousled, and his biceps strain against the white button-up adorning his torso. Black slacks cover his legs, and heâs wearing a pair of pristine leather shoes, ones that look like they mightâve cost a monthâs worth of rent. Your teeth grate together noisily. The sound echoes in your ears.
âWhat are you doing here?â Harry asks, as though the two of you are old friends. You want to scoffâyouâd rather stick your hand in an oven than make idle conversation with him.
âVisiting Alex,â you say tightly, stepping back. âElla brought him lunch.â
At that, Harry straightens. âEllaâs here?â
âYes.â
âI wish Iâd run into her,â he murmurs, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.
You throw him a scowl. âAsshole.â
Harry cocks one eyebrow, tilting his chin haughtily. âForgive me if I prefer her company to yours. At least she doesnât treat me like Iâm some insufferable bastard.â
âMaybe if you stopped being such an insufferable bastard, I wouldnât treat you like one,â you shoot back, planting your hands on your hips. You tense as Harryâs gaze rakes down your bodyâhead to toe, like heâs sizing up an opponent. His nose wrinkles in disdain, and you fight the urge to deliver a sharp, backhanded slap across that pretty, perfect face.
Harry opens his mouth, and you brace yourself for whatever retort he has prepared. What comes out is nothing overtly nasty, but it is enough to make you want to shrink away and curl into yourself until you wink out of existence.
âYou smell like yeast,â he says, and tosses in a derisive sniff just for the added effect.
You recoil as the words slam into you, blinking in shock.
Asshole. Rude, arrogant, condescending asshole.
âI own a bakery,â you grit out. Harry shrugs, but says nothing else. Your lips flap wordlessly as he pushes past you, his shoulder bumping against yours. You watch him go, massaging the tender spot on your arm with shaky fingers. Your eyes fall to his ass for only a moment before skittering away, and a hollow laugh catches in your throat.
What a fucking prick.
September 17th, 2021
âAttention, everyone!â Ella stands at the head of the table, clinking her fork delicately against her glass. âI wanted to make a little toast.â
The conversation around you tapers off into silence. You sit back in your chair, focussing on your best friend. She looks splendid in her pretty blue dress, her dark hair twisted into an elaborate knot at the nape of her neck. She peers around the room, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek. When her gaze locks with yours, you grant her a tiny, encouraging nod.
She beams, her next words imbued with renewed enthusiasm. âI wanted to thank all of you for coming here tonight to celebrate our engagement with us.â She holds out her hand, and Alex presses a gentle kiss to her knuckles. âWeâre so grateful to be sharing this milestone with such a wonderful group of people.â
You inspect the other guests gathered around the table. To your right sit Alice and Leyla, the first employees you hired when you were trying to get your business up off the ground. Itâs odd seeing them like thisâpoised and elegant, looking nothing at all like they do during the long, arduous shifts at the bakery. Aliceâs blond hair has been fashioned into an intricate braid, and Leylaâs brown eyes are lined with dark kohl and smoky eyeshadow. They clean up nice, you must admit.
Next to Leyla: Ellaâs older sister, Hillary. They have the same piercing grey eyes, though Hillaryâs hair is a shade lighter. You didnât miss the sour expression that trundled across her face when you waltzed into Alex and Ellaâs condo. Sheâs jealous, you think. Jealous that Ella chose you as her maid of honour instead of her. Youâve been ignoring her resentful glares for the better half of the night, letting her bitterness pass over you like a cloud. Whatever her problem is, itâs clear that the issue lies between her and her sister. Youâre not getting in the middle of that.
It doesnât help that sheâs been fawning over Harry all evening. Upon witnessing her coquettish behaviour, you glanced at Ella, brows raised, but your best friend just rolled her eyes and yielded a helpless shrug of her shoulders. At least the attraction didnât appear to be one-sidedâthat would have been humiliating, you thinkâbecause Harry gave as good as he got, chuckling sincerely and flirting right back. You had to suppress the urge to retch, and sent out a quiet prayer of gratitude when Ella and Alex sat them as far away from each other as possible at the beginning of the meal.
On the opposite side of the table: Alexâs groomsmenâMilo, Sasha, and Connor. Youâve been in their company a few times, mainly on birthdays and other special occasions. According to Alex, they all met when Milo accidentally vomited during their very first anatomy lesson at medical school. Milo insists that the putrid smell of the cadavers was simply too awful to bear, but everyone else claims that he just couldnât stand the idea of being so close to a dead body. No matter the truth, the story always makes you giggle. The four of them have been good friends ever since.
The five of them, you remind yourself as your gaze settles on Harry, who is lounging in the chair directly across from you.
HarryâAlexâs best friend. HarryâAlexâs best man.
You wanted to rip your hair from your scalp when Ella broke the news. Several images flashed through your head all at once. You and Harry inching rigidly down the aisle, arms linked. You and Harry donning the same colours, your gown complimenting the spry flower pinned to the lapel of his suit. You and Harry flanking Ella and Alex while they recite their vows, glaring daggers at each other behind your friendsâ backs. Even now, the mere thought of it has you biting down on an exasperated groan.
You donât realise that youâve zoned out until the faint quirk of Harryâs mouth catches your eye. You blink once to yank yourself from your daze, and clench your jaw when you find him staring at you with an amused look on his face. He places his elbows against the arms of the chair and clasps his hands together. Unmistakable smugness emanates from him, as if he somehow managed to crawl inside your mind and saw exactly what you were envisioning. Your nostrils flare, and you fix your attention back on Ella, who has reached the end of her speech.
âCheers,â she says, holding up her glass. The champagne inside sloshes and fizzles temptingly. Would she allow you to chug the entire bottle, if you asked?
Everyone around the table mirrors her movements, raising their own drinks and touching them together lightly. Quiet, delicate clanking fills the room, and the friendly chatter resumes. You nudge Ella with your elbow, shooting her a proud smile. âThat was great, El.â
She beams. âThanks, cookie.â She then picks up her fork and motions to the plate in front of her, piled high with seasoned chicken and steaming, roasted vegetables. âLetâs eat.â
~*~
âAre you sure youâve got him?â Alex asks Sasha, gesturing to the very inebriated Connor wobbling at his side.
Sasha wraps one arm around their friend, letting Connor rest his full weight against him. He bares two rows of perfect ivory teeth, flashing a wicked grin. âYeah. Besides, Iâve been meaning to pay him back for the shit he pulled at the barbecue last month. Thereâs a Sharpie in my car.â
âYouâre going to draw a dick on his face, arenât you?â Alex muses.
âObviously.â
With that, Alex bids them both farewell, shutting the door and heaving a dramatic sigh. Ella approaches him after a moment, hooking her chin over his shoulder and murmuring something indiscernible into his ear. He chuckles softly.
âDidnât peg you as the voyeur type, sweetheart,â a low voice says from behind you.
You jump, whirling around and coming face-to-face with Harry. Heâs got a green washcloth slung over his left shoulderâthe shade brings out his eyes, a traitorous voice in your head whispersâand his arms are folded neatly across his chest. Your gaze falls to the collar of his black button-up, where heâs undone the first two discs, leaving his sternum exposed. Tendrils of ink peek out from beneath the dark material.
You frown and take a step back, putting distance between your bodies. âYouâre such an asshole.â
âSo Iâve heard.â His lips twitch, and he rolls up his sleeves. âNow, if youâre done ogling them like a lovestruck puppy, I could use some help in the kitchen.â
You grit your teeth, but follow him into the other room. Harry grabs the rag hanging over his shoulder and holds it out for you. You snatch it from his fingers without a word, and the two of you take up residence in front of the sink. Harry plunges his hands into the soapy water, rinsing the dishes thoroughly before passing them to you. You stand as far away from him as possible while you dry each plate, your movements stiff and choppy. This is not how you wanted to finish off the night, but Alex and Ella spent the entire day preparing the food, and it was delicious. The least you can do is spare them the hassle of tidying up.
The tense silence eats at you, until you feel like you might explode. Unable to bear it any longer, you hastily blurt, âSaw you getting pretty cozy with Hillary before dinner.â
Immediately, you want to kick yourself. Where the fuck did that come from?
Harry snorts, shrugging coolly. âWeâve hooked up a few times, but itâs nothing serious.â He shoots you a mischievous grin. âYou jealous?â
âOf Hillary?â you scoff, rolling your eyes. âPlease. The womanâs standards are practically underground. Why else would she be interested in someone like you?â
Harry scowls, and hot satisfaction surges through your veins. Yes, the taunt was mean, but no, you donât care. âYouâre a real bitch sometimes, you know that?â he says.
You flash him a petty, insincere smile. âOnly to you.â
He squeezes the yellow sponge nestled in his right hand, scrubbing it forcefully across a dirty plate. âMaybe you should find someone to hook up with. It might help get that stick out of your ass.â
âI have better things to do,â you sneer, narrowing your eyes.
âBetter than sex?â He chokes on a derisive laugh.
âYes.â
âLike what?â
âLikeâŚthings!â you snap, fingers curling into tight fists. âI run my own business, for Godâs sake. And Iâm going to make Ellaâs wedding cake.â You announce the last part proudly, hauling your chin into the air.
Harry, however, looks unimpressed. He shakes his head, blowing out a heavy sigh. âUh-oh.â
You pause. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He shrugs again, but you detect a hint of malice behind the action. âItâs justâŚIâve seen the way you decorate cakes. Ella might be better off going elsewhereâyou know, to an actual professional.â
Son of aâ
âThatâs rich, coming from you,â you say, motioning to the mismatched tattoos littered across his arm. âWhat would you know about professionalism? It looks like you let a preschooler doodle all over you.â
Harry bares his teeth in a feral grin. âDeflection. Iâm not surprised.â
You bristle at his words. âAsshole.â
âYouâll need to get a bit more creative with the insults, sweetheart. Iâm growing bored.â
âIs that so?â you say. âI think âassholeâ suits you just fine. Maybe you should have become a proctologist instead of a paediatrician.â
âAt least I pursued something I was good at. Iâm not sure if you can say the same.â
âYou fuckingââ
âEverything okay in here?â Ella asks, floating into the kitchen. You spin around to conceal your anger, placing your hands against the counter and inhaling deeply. You roll your shoulders back and slap an artificial smile onto your face before turning once more.
âEverythingâs fine,â you say, and fake a yawn, covering your mouth with your palm. âI think Iâm going to call it a night. Iâm exhausted.â
Ellaâs bottom lip juts out into a pout. Her red lipstick has faded, leaving only a stain of scarlet in its wake. On cue, Alex walks into the kitchen behind her, setting a steady hand on her hip and cocking his head to the side. âHey. Everything okay in here?â
You nearly snort. Fucking soulmates.
âAll good,â you tell him, nodding brusquely. âIâm just going to finish up with the dishes and head home.â
âOkay.â Alex presses a soft kiss to Ellaâs temple, murmuring something about needing to get out of his stuffy clothes. You whirl, drying the last of the plates with frantic, shaky fingers. In your peripheral vision, you spy Harry watching you, but the stupid bastard must possess some scrap of self-preservation, because he keeps his mouth shut. You say nothing else as you whack the rag down onto the counter and stride out of the room.
You donât miss Alex and Ellaâs hushed whispers at the other end of the hall, but a little voice in your head tells you not to interrupt them. You halt at the front door, snatching your purse off one of the metal hooks mounted on the wall. Youâre in the middle of putting on your shoes when you hear it:
âI was hoping we could arrange a truce, you know.â
You twist around, palm flying to your chest. Harry is standing a few feet away, his hands still wet with the water from the sink. He clasps them together and ducks his head, and if you didnât know any better, youâd almost think he was ashamed.
Something vile bubbles in the pit of your stomach. You gnaw on the flesh of your cheek, trying to reel your emotions back in. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of witnessing another outburst.
âKeep your fucking truce,â you spit, and wrench open the door. You shoot him one last withering look before stepping out of the condo and slamming it shut.
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Title: Worship
Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader
Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content
Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)
Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.
Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.
Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.
Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.
You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.
âHiâŚâ was all you could utter.
âCan I come in?â
You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didnât need it.
You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.
Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.
So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.
"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.
Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.
"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.
He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...
He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.
It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.
You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.
Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.
Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, âYou draw wonderfully.â
âThanks?â you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.
The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.
âSoâŚâ he began.
âSo,â you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.
You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.
You didnât think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.
You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.
Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.
This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.
Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.
You look directly at him. Time to be daring.
You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."
Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.
Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.
He gestured, "Turn around."
You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.
Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.
His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?
Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.
His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."
You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.
You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."
Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.
With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.
Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.
"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.
"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.
"I'm drunk as well."
Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.
You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.
He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.
Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.
He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.
He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."
You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.
Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."
You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."
At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.
His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.
You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."
What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.
It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.
Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.
At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.
He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.
Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.
"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.
After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.
You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.
You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.
You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.
He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.
You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.
You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.
Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."
It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.
"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.
Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.
Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.
"Fuck... Chrollo..."
This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.
As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.
He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.
Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.
Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."
Oh fuck.
You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.
"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.
You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.
"More."
This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.
"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.
It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.
Is he about to...
He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.
Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.
You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.
You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.
"You taste so fucking good, darling."
Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?
You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.
The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.
Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.
He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.
You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.
"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.
"This was more than enough for me."
He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.
You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.
"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."
Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.
He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.
He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.
Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.
He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.
How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.
Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.
He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.
He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.
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7 Anti LO Asks
1. Do you know what really gets my blood boiling about this comic? Persephone and Demeter's relationship.
In the myths, Demeter and Persephone loved each other more than anything. Their reunion is so important - it marked the coming of spring and growth. A whole cult was dedicated to this for crying out loud. Yes, the myths were far from perfect, but the Persephone and Demeter myth showed the strength of a loving mother-daughter relationship with Demeter searching endlessly to find her child that was ripped away and had her innocence forcibly taken.
Now, RS is not the only author to make Demeter this over-bearing mother type in order to put more positivity onto the Hades-Persephone relationship. However, RS takes this trend to a whole new level - to the point where I would even consider it misogyny.
How is it, she takes this beautiful mother-daughter relationship and makes it out to be an abusive and controlling one, and then takes the Hades-Persephone relationship from a forceful one to a loving, perfect relationship with no problems? How is it ok to ruin one relationship to elevate another?
I understand that many versions of the myth try to downplay Hades' actions, and even make it so Persephone actually falls in love with him and there is no rape. But it doesn't change that this relationship was problematic, and meant to represent the loss of innocence.
Then fans have the gall to claim this comic is feminist and then claim on top of that that Demeter and Persephone's relationship was the same in the myth? These fans clearly don't know the myths, and neither does RS.
Making Hades a good person is fine. Changing it up a bit to make Persephone's loss of innocence something else is also fine. But ruining Demeter and Persephone's relationship? Especially when Persephone has to spend half the year with her? So horrible.Â
2. im sorry, but rachel cant introduce KRONOS coming back and then dropping it for several episodes to focus on a stake-less trail and persephone not knowing what lingerie to seduce hades in. like thats too much of an earth shaking development and huge stake plot point to just ignore for months to focus instead on something as minor as hxp's relationship, which only points out a huge flaw: why is hxp's relationship so minor in this? isnt the whole point supposed to be about them?
3. I think LO completely dropped the ball over Hadesâ characterization.Â
From the first ep I thought ok, this is good, we have some bones to see heâs not that lucky in love and is just tired and lonely, and while ignoring the creepy actions towards Persephone, I thought ok, Artemis hates him, Hestia hates, even Ares hates him, maybe once Persephone finally sees the underworld and probably gets to know him itâll be a clever twist and theyâll be proven wrong. The underworld will turn out to be fair and just, the citizens will love Hades, heâll be revealed to be a good leader and king and not like his brothers, itâll be like everyone saying Hades of myth isnât actually that bad, and itâll help reinforce why this sweet and bubbly Persephone wants him, she sees the real him, not the mean rumors and assumptions, this is perfect.
And then it just didnât happen. The exact opposite happened, actually.
Weâre shown the LO underworld is cruel and unjust, where the poor dead are forced into slavery and Hades created a harsh class divide with him and him only on top, the citizens hate him, the underworld gods donât trust him and openly seem ok if heâs taken out of power, heâs not a good leader and king and doesnât even want the job yet keeps it for his own ego and grip of power m, and on top of it all he is just like his brothers, if not worse. He loves to get violent over any little slight against him, he hoards wealth and resources to enrich himself while his citizens starve and struggle to survive, heâs corrupt, he controls all the media and laws to bend to his will, sleeps with his brothers wife for centuries behind his back while claiming to be holier than thou, he has sex with his secretaries who are made dependent on him for any way to survive, and now he lusts after his barely legal intern who is also now dependent on him for her way to survive, and thatâs only what I remember off the top of my head.
LO perfectly set up to prove Hades isnât the devil or the false pop culture assumption that heâs evil and to show some actual facts from myth, and yet Rachel only ended up reinforcing exactly that and even making him even worse with her made up ideas, all while thinking having Persephone ignore or excuse it somehow makes it not bad or even a good thing. Itâs honestly kind of impressive just how bad of writing that actually is.Â
4. Chapter 172 is not that interesting. Itâs setup had me excited to see Hephaestus and Hera and learning more about echo, but itâs cut so short. Because again the story canât leave HXP out for 2 seconds.
I can also see why Zeus is gonna go insane.Â
5. i agree w/ other anon. LO should have pulled a PJO or a BoZ and just made up OCs and have them interact with the gods than whatever Rachel thinks shes doing, which is lying she's being accurate and faithful while completely changing all of it, removing what is needed, and adding what isnt so that it lines up with no actual myth besides like, various 50 shades fanfic she read in 2015 and some popular tumblr text posts.
6 . the animation studio behind blood of zeus literally can only draw one face for the men and one face for the women and they were still able to make the gods all look distinct and hot while LO can't even bother to use more than 6 colors and can only have the women look as tiny as possible with the biggest boobs while the men are all just lego men.
7. ////FP SPOILERS////
Okay so like I stopped reading LO way back before season 1 ended, and a majority of my knowledge of the series comes from what I read here on your blog which is enough for me lol and I decided to read the latest 5 chapters just to see what's up (on zahard. I refuse to give the actual series any views)
And I just. Could not take the whole scene with Daphne running from Apollo seriously? The anatomy and art inconsistency was so distracting that i genuinely could not find it serious. Even when Thanatos discovers her hibernated body I couldn't take it seriously because of how she looked?
And when Hades had that call (??? Was it a call? Or his inner dialogue? I couldn't really tell ngl) with Zeus and said he's causing Persephone unnecessary distress, and that she didn't pose any threat. B!tch??? She killed a ton of mortals??? She has no control over her powers???? She's literally a fugitive for the aforementioned things??? She apparently woke Kronos up? (Idk if anyone knows about that, again my knowledge only spans to whatever I read here) Hello????
And I have a lot to say about the chapters starting the trial but I'll only mention one thing; Hades saying "I don't think blindly supporting my little brother would be doing him any favours (as a ruler)" had me cackling. This is coming from a guy blindly supporting a girl he's literally only known for a few weeks, who's like what, only recently turned 20? Sit tf down Hades you're not cool, you creepy ass overgrown smurf.
Overall I still hate this series lmao. Regarding art though I feel like I wouldn't be so miffed about the anatomy much if the character designs were consistent and the story was compelling. They literally change hairstyles and body types frame by frame, and it's distracting.
The timeline from what I read here is laughable. 4 years in publication with almost 200 chapters and you're telling me only like a month has passed canonically. That's wild and such poor writing.
And as someone who literally will sympathise with any lead character pretty quickly, the story makes me hate them. It makes me want to root against them. I also hate the fact this trash is somehow top ranked on webtoons when so many other stories are far better then it.
Anyway, many thanks to this blog for existing and allowing me to dump so much text here to vent out my hate for this series lmao. You the mvp fam, hope you're having a good day đĽđĽđĽ
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Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 1/8
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANAMI!! đ
CHARACTERS: Nanami Kento X You (fem!reader | PLEASE READ THE NOTES BELOW*) | Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Shoko Ieiri | Utahime Iori | other JJK Characters CHAPTER COUNT: 1/8 WORD COUNT: 5,000+ GENRE: romance | fluff | slight angst | eventual smut | ooc depictions | female reader with described appearance* | modern au | rich people au | aged up characters CHAPTER TRIGGER WARNING: profanity | alcohol use | age gap | strong/mature/suggestive language | mentions of bullying, injury SPOILERS: n/a
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The final road before the bend that led to Gojo Manor stretched before Nanami, signaled by the consistent shield of the ancient cryptomeria trees that lined the road side. The forest was a momentary relief from the glare of the sun reflecting on the windshield of his silver Lexus. Such was the inconvenience of driving in the middle of a bright day when the sun was at its pedestal, making no room for shadows, no reprieve from the heat. He detested it.
A sigh escaped his lips. Itâs supposed to be the beginning of autumn, he was thinking for the umpteenth time that day. He would really appreciate it if the Siberian winds would herald the actual beginning of the season. Yes, he thought. That would be nice.
The weather was, nevertheless, the least of his worries, and as he finally made the turn to the incongruously long gravel driveway of the estate, the real cause of his anxiety reared its head to the surface, presaged by the denser shadows of trees and the high gables of the colossal structure that housed the seat of the Gojo clan. It was supposed to be unfounded, his apprehension, or so he tried to convince himself since deciding to make an appearance earlier than expected. He couldnât keep it at bay anymore when the emotion was mixed with hopeful anticipation. An odd combination, indeed.
He had no choice but to come, or rather, he wanted to come. It was for an important occasion anyway, Gojo Satoru and Utahime Ioriâs wedding week specifically. If he was being honest, he wouldnât miss it for the world. If it was significant to two of the most important people in his life then the same applies where his views on the matter was concerned. After all, he greatly appreciated it that Gojo chose him as his best man, well one of them anyway. The man could never make up his mind if he tried so, breaking the traditional order of things, he has two âbest menâ â him and Geto Suguru.
Much to the groom-to-beâs disappointment, Nanami initially planned to show up a day before the ceremony itself. It was an added displeasure to the fact that Geto wasnât going to show up until later that week as he was overseas for work. Gojo still probably was disappointed since Nanami did not exactly say anything about showing up earlier. But when he saw an opening in his jampacked schedule which was rare, he took the opportunity to take time off work. As annoying as Gojo was, he did not deserve to have two absent best men on his wedding week. Besides, a week away from the firm wouldnât hurt, and he thought it was a good way to unwind before his big case.
If he would be able to unwind anyway.
The man had been sure of how he would manage through the occasion if he only spent a maximum of two days surrounded by crowds which were sure to be invited to the happy celebration. After all, nobody ever expected the young master of the Gojo Clan to ever be serious enough about anyone romantically, much less get married. Now that he had to stay for longer, giving chances to more occurrences of a variety of events, he wasnât so certain. Anything could happen at Gojo Manor. Anything.
His optimism relied on that fact. Troublesome things usually happened with Gojo and Geto together, throw in the other members of the family and the other clans in the area, but Nanami was betting everything on this week.
A pair of cool, aqua eyes met his dark orbs the moment he stepped into the semi-outdoor ballroom of the opulent house. It was always like instinct, the way Nanamiâs senses seem to heighten and hyper focus on one person, all else tuned out and seemingly nonexistent. Like always, without a hitch, he found you.
Alas. If he was questioning the reason for his hopefulness, that wasnât the case anymore.
There you were, stood on the elevated corner by the refreshments table. You appeared like a celestial being walking among mortals, the halo of silvery white hair shimmering under the sunlight filtering through the room making you seem as if you did not exactly exist in the same realm as everyone else.
You were initially not paying attention to anyone despite your cousin, Miwa, chatting away beside you. But then, you leaned towards the latter when she whispered something, being equally conspiratorial by raising your champagne flute to your mouth. By the looks of it, prior to that, you have long tuned them out, Miwa and her friends, what with your poor attempt at pretending to pay attention. Nanami knew you have mastered the art of doing so since you were a child. It wasn't on purpose, or so you say. You were simply oblivious most of the time or you just didn't care. And you tended to only see and hear what you wanted.
At the moment, he was the object of your attention. He was sure of it, unable to help but to be much too aware of it, nerves pulled to their limits like piano strings conditioned to make sounds at the slightest of touch of its ebony and ivory keys. The feeling he had made you real, existing. He wasnât imagining at all.
At times, he still could not believe that he watched you grow up to the person you are at present. The first time he knew of your existence was when Gojo invited him and some of their other friends to that very house in middle school. You were just as remarkable as a child as you are as a grown woman, much too quick-witted and eloquent at six even as your nanny carried you astride her hip, looking very much like a female infant version of Gojo. The bright blue eyes you shared with the male shone with the same intelligence he possessed, probably more, even without doing or saying anything. It just emanated from the two of you even if Gojo behaved like an utter idiot at times.
You shifted your line of vision to Miwa who was inconspicuously flailing her hands as a silent and agitated command for the other girls to disperse when she saw Nanami approaching. In a split second, you were alone. Miwa has always been unreasonably fidgety around him but he never quite understood why.
"I seemed to have driven away your company," he said to you the moment he was within earshot, watching you exchange your empty glass for another that's full.
You finally faced him, your scintillating eyes glittering under the wide skylights above. They were fathomless as they were luminous, shining with mischief. It was a familiar sight. From a state of tedium, they seem to come alive at the idea of tormenting him.
"I don't mind."
Of course not. The corners of his mouth curled inconspicuously at that similarity he shared with you. "I seem to always offend that cousin of yours."
"Not really. Frighten is more like it." Your eyes stayed on him even as you drank from your glass.
"Frightened?" Nanami repeated with inflection. He knew Miwa was awkward around him, but it was news that she was afraid of him. He didnât have anything against her since unlike you, she was actually a sweet girl.
"Well, you have always been purposefully abrasive, you have taken the language of sarcasm to a whole new level and you are a grouch," you told him without batting an eyelash when everyone else was intimidated by him. You were probably the only one who could treat him that way. Not even your brother who is his best friend could do that and mean it.
His planned glance turned into a sidelong stare when he saw how you were eyeing him the same way. The difference was that you had a knowing look about you, evident in the way your eyes shone with diablerie and the contumelious curl at the corners of your luscious lips.
"Is that your opinion of me?" he asked, his expressions remaining stoic. Inside, it was a different story. You are the last being on earth he wanted to view him the way others usually did. He always thought you acted around him differently â defied him, messed with his head (and heart if he was being honest), and annoyed him â because you saw him differently, too. He liked that idea, the feeling it gives him. It was already enough that you are forbidden territory because you are his best friend's little sister. He didn't want you to turn out to be just like everyone else.
You grinned but didn't satisfy his query with a response. It was just like you to keep him guessing that way. You loved your games and especially loved to play them with him. He liked to play along at times, but it gets difficult to keep up with your antics. Your thought process was something he still has to figure out despite years of knowing you.
Seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere by engaging you, he said, "Where's the groom-to-be?"
You pointed at the direction of the wood-framed glass doors leading to the indoor salon where your brother was speaking to one of the organizers for his wedding.
When Nanami followed your line of vision, he found the person in question. On a long table before Gojo were different arrangements of flowers, all in shades of pink, cream and white. Honestly, he saw no difference but Gojo was eyeing them as if choosing the right one will solve global warming.
"Being fussy about the flower arrangements more than his bride, obviously." Shaking his head, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his grey, pinstriped slacks before facing you again. "You think it's a good time to step in?"
At that, you smirked openly. "Wanna play a game, Nanamin?" you asked, appearing and sounding innocent as you addressed him with that nickname you knew he hated.
"Sure," he said without hesitation, knowing well the kind of person you are when youâre refused.
"No protestations this time, I see. You're learning."
He shot you a withering look, pushing his glasses up his nose. "That coming from a childish brat. I won't take offense." He immediately regretted saying that when he saw how your eyes glinted with something sinister. What it was, he didn't know, but he was sure about one thing: he just walked into another one of your traps willingly.
"Whoever gets a rise out of Satoru wins," you said, cocking your head to your brother's general direction.
That was easy, he thought. The fact that he showed up for the week-long preparations for the nuptials was enough to draw out a profound reaction from Gojo. Nanami was just that kind of best friend â absent. In his defense, he did make it to the important parts just in time, but this was something new to Gojo. For all he knew, he wasn't even expecting him to arrive until the wedding.
"Fine." He nodded at you, the action very minute. He was never big on actions. "We'll talk about the compensation later."
You returned the gesture with saccharine mordacity to it. "Alright." However, instead of moving towards the goal, you walked towards the other direction, signaling for him to go first.
It was an easy victory. The moment he walked into the salon, Gojoâs attention was immediately pulled away from the flower arrangements, his eyes going wide as saucers as he took in the fact that his best man arrived way ahead of time.
"Who are you and what have you done to Nanami Kento?" he asked aloud, making some of the guests for the day's luncheon turn towards them. He was evidently elated, his wife-to-be coming to join in, hugging Nanami while he clapped the man on the shoulder.
"I wouldn't miss this happy occasion for the world," Nanami told the couple, trying his best to convey his thoughts without sounding patronizing. That would be overdoing things even if it meant he would win against you. He wasnât big on emotions and sentiments either.
All the while, his eyes furtively strayed to you, his competitor, watching you from way across the ballroom, sipping leisurely at your champagne as if you cannot be bothered. However, if Nanami thought he has seen the worst that you can do, he couldn't have been more mistaken in his life.
In the next moment, you entered the salon, appearing self-satisfied as you sauntered towards them, looking like a queen surveying your domain. "Well, well. If it isn't the big shot lawyer himself, coming to grace us with his presence!"
He clucked his tongue, reading through your ploy. You werenât exactly one for theatrics most of the time, typically straightforward and brutally frank, but your games were as intricate as they were vexing. Nanami turned to face you just enough to conceal his expression from Gojo and Utahime, arching a brow at you in both challenge and question.
In a flash of black and white, you have taken your place in front of him barely a foot away. Your intention to further close the distance between the both of you only became evident when both your hands shot forward, taking possession of both sides of his face as you willed him to bend to your height, tiptoeing to make up for the remaining space. In a brief but seemingly drawn-out sequence of events, you staked your claim on his slightly parted mouth in a scorching lip lock.
Nanami was momentarily distracted by the faint taste of champagne, that detail registering in his brain before the sensation of your pliant lips pressed against his. The realization dawned too late making blood rush up to his head and for his ears to ring as he froze and burned simultaneously. His arms had unconsciously found their way around your slender waist, the feel of your warmth under your taffeta dress searing his palms. It was more for the purpose of steadying himself than you on your precariously high heels. The mere touch of your hand made him incoherent, but the feeling of your lips on his drove him to irrationality. The slim likeliness of the act happening between him and you made it feel as if he was going to pass out or wake up from a long, vivid dream.
He was there. He exists. You were there, real as can be. And you were kissing him.
Gasps erupted from all around, and before he knew it, you have pulled away, releasing your grip on him. As if he couldnât dig his grave any deeper and punctuate his loss any further, Nanami leaned towards you, chasing your lips, attempting to continue your little interlude, uncaring of where you were or who was watching. After having a tiny taste of it, the absence of your touch affronted him like no other. If having you that close was what it meant to lose, then he will gladly have it.
Your laughter snapped him out of his trance. When his vision focused, he found you leaning away, your hand pressed against his chest to keep him at bay.
âEager, arenât we?â you said loud enough for him to hear, and for everyoneâs benefit, you droned on, saying, âBeen dying to do that since I saw you come in.â
Dazed, he just stared at you before him, the fact that he did not just lose to you within the premise of the game registering in his mind like a flash of lightning. Blood rushed to his head, heat permeating from the base of his neck to his scalp when his eyes strayed to Gojo who looked scandalized.
âYouâŚwhatâŚâ the other male endeavored to speak, but nothing coherent came out of his mouth, his blue eyes rapidly shifting between you and Nanami while his fiancĂŠe giggled beside him.
Indifferent to everything else and your sights only set on the object of your trickery, you tittered, savoring the hilarity of the situation. At least, to you, it was funny. âSee you around, Nanamin,â you drawled and left with that confident gait, shaking your head in levity.
He wanted to join in on your conviviality, but the idea dissipated faster than water under intense heat when he saw his best friend eyeing him like he was about to castrate him. Nanami straightened up, rearranging his expression to that of quiet shock, laying it on thick by blinking cluelessly as if it was typical of him but Gojo was having none of it.
Ah, the joys of losing to you, he could just think despite his impending doom. Or maybe he was doomed to begin with. He couldnât care less with the pleasant tingling of his lips and the memory of yours, the taste lingering on his tongue.
âYou and me, in the game room. Youâve a lot of explaining to do.â
**
If Nanami would be asked how many times he lost to you, he wouldnât have an answer. At least not for what is healthy for his pride and because he lost count. His only consolation was that he wasnât the only one who had ever been under your thumb over the years you have had the upper hand. Youâve always had the advantage, and one way or the other, regardless of the odds of the games you played, be it tomfoolery or serious bets, you invariably have a way of turning them into your favor.
He could well say his chances of winning cases in court is higher compared to the fact that you always bested him in life. It frustrated him to no end.
âWanna play a game?â Those were always the words which heralded a series of infuriating inconveniences that he, along with some other individuals, had to be subjected to ever since you acquired your penchant for mischief and seeming thirst to challenge if not victimize people.
Those words, paired with a ridiculous nickname of your choosing for each of your conquests gave one no choice but to engage. The way you say it was enough to rile even someone who just happened to be listening, as if you were surreptitiously patronizing the person of your choosing. The unreadable expression on your face when you initiate your games also makes oneâs hackles rise. While Gojo had the same tendency to be condescending when he wanted to be, you were exponentially more menacing compared to him.
In your defense, you never did it to everyone. It was as if you have a rationale behind the selection of people you felt like messing with. Your criteria was not something that is known to anybody else. At first, it was just Gojo. Then Geto and Shoko Ieiri, another close friend of your brother, got a taste of it until finally, it was his turn. Anyone none the wiser would think your âaffectionsâ were solely focused on Gojoâs friends, but apparently, it wasnât the case.
There were three kinds of people where your games were concerned: people you didnât give a damn about, those you liked to play with and those you engaged with but eventually stopped being a pain to.
Most people around you were the first type since you mostly didnât give two fucks about them. For some reason, it had become a sort of status quo in the Gojo household to be included in your sphere but few were lucky enough to hold your attention long enough.
The third kind were people who seemed to have reached an understanding with you. Geto, Utahime and Shoko used to be casualties in your ploys, but after a game or two, theyâve eventually âgraduated,â and you treated them like equals. Apart from that, there seems to be an exceptional case when you did not have to inflict yourself on the person just like in the case of your closest friend, Itadori Yuuji. That kid was special somehow, and Nanami thought perhaps he was, too, until you got started with him.
As for him and Gojo, they were still people you liked to torment. His theory was that you were looking for something from the people you play with. If you find it, you stop. It wasnât a theory anymore that it was a sort of defense mechanism if he deduced right, judging from the situations which led to the change in your behavior.
It all started when you came home from boarding school overseas after finishing your freshman year in high school. Gojo had invited them over as per usual for the summer events being held at their estate but suddenly started talking about his concerns over you.
âSheâs distant,â he said with a sigh when asked about it. Apparently, your parents were upset over you decision not to attend the school of their choice anymore and threatened to drop out and run away if they insisted further. âAnd there seems to be something wrong with her. She seems different somehow. Very snappy and always in a foul mood. She rarely leaves her room, and when we try to help, she gets angrier.â
âSheâs in that phase, huh?â Shoko mused. âWant me to talk to her?â
Gojo insisted to do it, being all dramatic and saying he had been a lousy brother. But thatâs when you started being the way you were. You werenât an angry teen anymore, just someone who indulged yourself by toying with others without regard to whose expense and to what extent. Most of them were harmless, but you very nearly endangered two of your friends, too.
Nanami dug his own grave when he purposefully tried to have a go at you, pointing out your mistakes in an attempt to intervene at that time. You used to be rather passive where he was concerned, polite even, but then everything changed that night.
He was somehow glad that you decided to approach him when you needed help when you usually gravitated towards Geto, surprised to see you at his doorstep past midnight and looking ashen.
First, you dared this new girl, Kugisaki Nobara, to sneak into the abandoned factory at night, and the girl ended up hurting yourself. You looked so regretful and distraught while explaining what happened on the ride to the factory, and for the first time, he realized that you only ever challenged people you held a certain degree of fondness for. Everything ended well without anybody else knowing of your mishaps but him, and in a twist of fate, she even became your first real friend.
And then, you started yet another game with Fushiguro Megumi, effectively getting him kicked out his fatherâs clan. You werenât exactly aware about the deeper reason as to why his family wanted him to be close to you, only that you found displeasure in it because he was a groom candidate. It was common among old clans like yours, and when you dared him to tell your parents he had no intention of marrying you, your brother had to intervene and take the boy in, ending up registered under Gojo Clan instead. While his family was trash in all sense of the word, you were still at fault since you ruined his only chance at being accepted by the clan head. Still, he, too, became your friend, and more than that, an adopted brother.
âIs this some attention-seeking behavior youâve learned somewhere?â Nanami asked you that time.
âI get attention without as much as lifting a finger being who I am.â You snorted. âI canât expect everything to be positive though.â
He was taken aback by your statement then. Still, he tested his theory. You were different after all. While some people admired you for your genius and your otherworldly looks, there will always be those who hated you for it. It was like a repeat of Gojo, except that he had them, his friends. Whom did you have?
âAre you being bullied at school?â
At that, your pupils constricted, your bright eyes turning icy as you regarded him. You were quiet for a moment as you stared, not exactly enraged but your brows furrowed together. Nanami could see the cogs in your brain moving through your eyes when you slowly grinned and said those four words: âWanna play a game?â
Heâs been losing to you ever since, not really knowing what you want and what set you off, hell-bent on making him miserable at every opportunity you could take.
It wasnât all different at present.
The moment he heard the click of the doorknob and your scent â a mix of crisp autumn air, vanilla and a hint of something that reminded him of happiness â registered in his brain, he froze on his chair in the study where he was currently taking notes on his upcoming case. It was a trade-off for the length of time he would be gone from the law firm he worked at. His grip on his pen tightened that he thought he would break it to splinters when he saw you from his periphery, still looking like a goddess, fresh and gorgeous despite the day's affairs.
You were so painfully beautiful that concentrating on the file before him was proving to be difficult. Everything else didn't make sense to him whenever you were in the same room as he is. It didn't help that you kissed him in front of everyone just a few hours ago. He couldn't forget the feeling no matter how many times he convinced himself that it was just you playing your games; that it was nothing. He wished it was otherwise, not that it helped in his cause a bit.
"What on earth was that about?" Gojo demanded, pulling him aside to the game room like a child who did something naughty. In fairness to him, he was still fond enough of Nanami to offer him a drink but, indeed, he thought, what on earth was that about?
He shrugged. "Have you met your sister? Surely, you know just what crazy antics she has up her sleeves. She gets her annoying side from you anyway."
The answer seemed to have placated the male for the time being but if you were going to continue with your mischief, Nanami has no way of telling where things can go. And judging by your confident gait and the complacent grin swathed on your countenance, you were up to no good again.
He carded his fingers through his blond locks, leaning back on the chair as he furtively watched you.
"Do you need anything?" he asked calmly despite himself.
"Hmm. I won," you murmured, rounding the heavy oak desk before vaulting yourself up on it to sit just beside his papers, your eyes zeroing in on the files.
He shot you an accusing glare. "What was that about?"
You arched a brow at him, wrenching your gaze from the documents with a frown, the way your eyes widened in mock innocence making him want to box your ears. "What was what about, Nanamin?â The preposterous nickname rolled off your tongue tauntingly. âI thought you hated questions that can be openly interpreted."
"Why did you kiss me?" he snapped.
"Well..." You openly mocked him with a smile. "Could there be any other reason apart from our bet?"
"Of all the things you could think of, you went for something that would give your brother a heart attack not to mention that it put me in hot waters."
âIsnât that the objective of our little bet?â
He sighed. "This is the last time I'm indulging you."
"Eh? You said that the last time we saw each other, too." You feigned exasperation. "Doesn't change the fact that you lost again though."
"What do you want?" He finally sat up straight, stacking the documents on the table. "Why are you sitting there anyway?"
"You're right." You jumped off the desk and much to his confusion, instead of taking one of the seats at the other side of the table, you swatted his arm from the papers and sat on his lap like he was an easy chair.
"What â"
You turned to him then, your faces just inches from one another. "Is this better?" you asked as if you saw nothing wrong with your iffy position.
Nanami didn't know what to do with, his arms remaining still on his sides while he just stared at you as if you grew two heads. "Is this another one of your games?"
You leaned closer to him, your bright eyes drowning him. "You tell me." You laughed then. "I wasn't the one who couldn't get enough of this afternoon's kiss."
He shrugged before he could run away with his thoughts. You were right. He did want to kiss you more, but it wasn't as if he could.
Just then, you reached over and removed the glasses that were always perched over his nose then wore it yourself. "What are you doing?"
"You look better without them," you commented.
"I need them for reading." He rolled his eyes at you. "Get off, Y/N."
"Hmm? Is that really what you want?" you taunted, your hand having found purchase at the back of his head, fingers toying with his soft hair.
He placed a hand on your thigh, slowly climbing up to your hip, reveling in the feel of your warmth under his touch. He looked at you seriously then and leaned away, surprised when you frowned momentarily. It was so fleeting, he didnât know whether he was imagining it when he saw disappointment on your face. That was a first.
"Y/N, Just tell me what you want. You won the bet after all."
Shrugging, you stood up as if you werenât just perched on his lap. "Go figure," you quipped, sounding pissed off. "Think of something I would actually want. It's up to you."
âAnother game?â
âThink of it as you want.â
"What?"
You slammed the door close in your wake before he could get an answer, once again leaving him there puzzled at your reaction and exasperated with himself.
-end of Part 1-
First of all, Happy Cake Day to the love of my life, Nanamin!
I made him a lawyer here cause that's freakin' hot!!!
*I used âyouâ here, but since my character is Gojoâs little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isnât iffy to anyone, and yeah, iâm not being exclusive or whatever.
Everyone's aged up here as well, including the younger characters which will be included in the story.
Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.
Š ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20210703]
PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART SOURCES CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
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Headcanons for being Hope van Dyneâs child
Hope van Dyne x child!reader
Scott Lang x stepkid!reader
warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons
a/n:
prompt: anonymous: âHappy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC đĽ°â
growing up as a lil smarty pants
grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didnât see you very much
once every few years
but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)
âand i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you arenât as big as someone else doesnât mean you canât beat themâ -hank
ây/n doesnât need to be hearing those stories, hankâ -hope
âwhy not? they have important life lessons in them!â -hank
âwhy does mommy call you âhank?ââ -you
âbecause mommy hates grandpa, isnât that right?â -hank
âokay, i think thatâs enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to goâ -hope
your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless
she wanted to be different from her dad
so she showed up to EVERYTHING
birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it
âhereâs some tea, jellybelly. itâll make your throat feel betterâ -hope
âmom, i think iâm dyingâ -you
âyouâll be fineâ -hope, givinâ u a kiss on the forehead
life wasnât like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes sheâd bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didnât seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work
âhey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little whileâ -darren
âthank you!!!â -you
uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!
anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan
thats when you found out that his âturning smallâ stories were not, in fact, bullshit
âwait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?â -you
âwhy would i lie?â -hank
okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration
you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!
but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party
âhi!â -you, waking scott up
âwhat?!â -scott, jumping back against the headboard
âhi.â -you, staring at him âim y/n. these are my antsâ
bullet ants were just crawlin around the place
âoh, thatâs....thatâs cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got hereâ -scott
âwouldnât you like to know, weather boyâ -you, leaving abruptly
âare you bothering our guest?â -hope, watching you proudly nod âgood job, jellybellyâ
mom taught u how to punch đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
and let you use scott as a punching bag
but scott wasnât like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times
âi think youâd like my daughter cassie. sheâs weird and smart just like youâ -scott
âdid you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?â -you
âno no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!â -scott
chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK
hank had to tell u to cut it out
âdont tell them what to doâ -hope
âsomeone has toâ -hank
âexcuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!â -hope
âdo they do this often?â -scott
âevery time they see each other but thatâs not very muchâ -you
âhm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?â -scott
ur mom said âwe do not associate with idiots â¤ď¸â and then proceeded to associate with said idiots
scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit
âyou alright, y/n?â -scott
âmurder is okay, right?â -you
after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh
and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance
âis this my new sibling?! iâve always wanted one!â -cassie
âhey, me too!â -you
you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott
and mom and grandpa were working on a â¨special projectâ¨
one you insisted on being apart of
âno, y/n, we canât make you your own suit. youâre too young for this sort of thingâ -hope
âpleaaaaase mom? i swear iâll he responsible with it!â -you
âyouâre mother is right, y/n. youâre just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soonâ -hank
scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did
and just corny stepdad shit
but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited
âscott!! you asshole!!â -you, like this -> :)
âkiddo!! sorry to hear that!!â -scott, same energy
shading him the whole time
âach mein gottâ -you
âare you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONEâ -scott
âyouâre one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMESâ -you
âTHAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THINGâ -scott
âWELL ITâS NOTâ -you
âdid you at least miss me?â -scott
âsicher habe ichâ -you
âgod dammitâ -scott
surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)
as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles
scott acted like a proud dad
âwow, youâre really doing it!!!â -scott
âhalt die klappeâ -you
âplease stopâ -scott, tearing up
finding out about â¨grandmaâ¨
she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didnât know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not
âi have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!â -you
âokayâ -hope
âwhat? really?â -you
âitâs about time we put your genius to good useâ -hope
scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it
âdonât get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thingâ -you, watching scottâs eyebrow raise âfine. you can have a hugâ
okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????
âis my mom with you?â -you
âsorry, sport, sheâs not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero businessâ -scott
you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him
âhowâve you been holding up the past few yearsâ -scott
âthe world sucks, manâ -you
âi can see thatâ -scott
he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared
âwait, reach into the glove boxâ -scott
âoh, god, i hope thereâs no rodents in here...â -you, reaching for a picture âis this..?â
âfamily photo!! you were little back then, i canât believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no jokeâ -scott
you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her
busy ~saving the world~
and going to 2012 with scott
âhey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particlesâ -you
ââmight?â and if we use faulty pym particles we âmightâ die. would you like that?â -tony
âhey, back off, stark. theyâre just trying to helpâ -scott
next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u
âim gonna stab you!!â -you
âno!!!â -scott
the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: đ§
okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines
ây/n????â -hope
âmom????â -you
âscott!!!!â -scott
âreally, scott? a shrek reference? now?â -you â...niceâ
the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn
âlisten, after this, weâre gonna have such a fun family night. iâm so sorry i couldnât be there for you all this timeâ -hope
âmom, it wasnât your fault...it was that purple bastard, letâs get him!â -you
âthey grow up so fast...â -hope
i n s e c t f a m
insect fam killed it out there and then â¨attended tonyâs funeral⨠together right after
thatâs one solid family đđ
anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy
with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott
you were just happy to all be together again, itâs been WAY too long
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Parenthood
Finally took the time to write a lil something for buddie again. Hope youâll like this đĽ°
Just Bobby acting like a dad to Eddie and them having a quick chat about his (obvious) feelings for Buck.
Read it on AO3.
Bobby doesnât usually ask Eddie to help in the kitchen. Not that he doesnât want it, he just knows that cooking is not exactly Eddie's area of expertise. This is a widely accepted truth among the 118.
Still, when Eddie asks him if he needs a hand in the kitchen this morning, Bobby finds himself nodding and handing him the knife to chop the vegetables while heâs keeping an eye on the meat.
Bobby doesnât need much time to realize that Eddieâs sudden burst of willingness to cook may have been brought about by ulterior motives; his hand gestures are way too hasty, too sharp and the vegetables start to suffer the consequences, looking more like some kind of puree rather than small squared pieces like he asked him to a few minutes ago.
Bobby doesnât say anything at first, wondering if itâs his place or not, but he quickly realizes he doesnât have to. Eddie takes that decision for him a few minutes later by abruptly letting go of the knife, a dull sound resonating inside the living-room. Both Hen and Chim look up at him, share a quick glance with each other and flee the scene without looking back.
âI think Iâm gay.â Eddie suddenly says and Bobby raises his eyes at him, wondering why Eddie opened up to him of all people, surely someone like Hen or Michael would be more helpful in the matter. Still, he stays silent and offers him a small smile of encouragement. âDemisexual, too.â
âOkay.â Bobby only answers.
âIt means that I-â
âI know what being demisexual means, Eddie.â Bobby cuts in.
âI- I didnât.â Eddie says, lowering his voice. âI only just found out about it. About everything, in fact. And- thereâs a lot of terms, Bobby. Itâs- it's a lot.â
âIt can be pretty overwhelming at first.â Bobby agrees. âI wouldnât know half of that stuff if it wasnât for May and Harry.â He adds.
âYeah, May was- She was very helpful actually. She was the first person I- I told. She kept sending me these articles afterwards and after a bunch of sleepless nights, it finally started to make sense. Or I mean I- I think it does. Iâm still- still trying to figure it out, really.â Eddie asks, letting out a bitter laugh. âI mean, look at me. Coming to terms with my sexuality at age 30, itâs- itâs pathetic. Iâm pathetic.â
âYouâre not.â Bobby says, his voice determined. âEddie, thereâs no right way to figure out your sexuality just like thereâs no right age to come out. And yeah it might be easier for some people but if thatâs how you feel today then thatâs valid too, Eddie. And these terms⌠These terms youâre looking for online, theyâre only here to help, you do know that right? If you donât exactly fit in a box, thatâs okay too.â
âYeah, yeah I- I know.â Eddie says, the tone of his voice still uncertain. He picks the knife again and goes on chopping the vegetables, more slowly this time, with more patience, more precision. He doesnât look at his Captain in his eye, though. Not after what he just said, not after this conversation. And Bobby doesnât push. He never does. He brings back his attention on the meat instead, turning the steaks so that they cook evenly.
For a few minutes, neither of them say anything. They just sit there, enjoying the silence, enjoying the quiet.
Eddieâs the first one to break it.
âItâs just not something Iâve been exposed to before, you know.â Eddie says. âThe way I was raised, the house I grew up in. Itâs never been something- something I had the luxury to think about.â
âBut this changed.â Bobby finishes for him, smiling softly at Eddie when this one darts his eyes towards him for just a few seconds, looking away just as fast. Bobby can see him put his fingers together into a fist, most likely trying to push through the conversation despite the fear of confiding in someone about something so personal, so intimate.
âHow could it not change?â Eddie answers, and Bobby catches him looking softly at the sleeping figure of Buck on the couch.
âYou know you should just tell him.â
As soon as these words leave Bobbyâs mouth, Eddie looks down, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as his right hand rubs the skin of the back of his neck. âTell him what?â He asks and Bobby rolls his eyes at him.
âTell him how you feel.â Bobby clarifies. âYou know heâs only waiting for you to get there.â
Bobby follows his gaze and his own eyes fall on Buck. Buck whoâs sleeping on the couch, his mouth slightly agape, a book in his hands.
Bobby knows the kid enough to say with absolute certainty that the book heâs holding most likely focus on whatever topic Christopher is studying at school. Itâs not rare for Bobby to find Buck deeply involved in a research spree on the internet, just to be able to talk about it and exchange some interesting facts with Christopher at the end of the day.
âHow can you be so sure?â Eddie asks.
âItâs Buck.â Bobby answers so simply, like itâs reason enough. âHeâs my kid.â
âHow- how long have you known?â He says, his expression quizzical.
âThat you two love each other?â Bobby starts, his eyebrows raised. âWe all had our doubts. Youâve always been joined at the hip, Eddie. Sure, Buck was more vocal about it than you... Youâve always been quieter, more cautious.â He goes on but quickly adds when Eddie looks up at him with an alarmed expression on his face. âWhich is not a bad thing. Itâs just the way you are.â
âHow could- how could you guys have known for so long?â Eddie asks with a sigh, his eyes still focused on the sleeping form of Buck. âIâve been⌠Iâve been so clueless.â
âItâs not a competition, Eddie.â Bobby reminds him. âThereâs a very thin line between friendship and relationship. And it doesnât matter how long it took you to get there, Eddie. Because when you think about it, nothing of what you guys shared and continue to share today is going to change. Itâs still gonna be there. Youâre still gonna be best-friends before anything else.â
âI guess.â Eddie says, still unsure.
âNobodyâs asking you to tell him now, you know?â Bobby asks. âYou can take your time. Let it sink in.â
âNo Iâm-â Eddie starts, shaking his head. âIâm ready.â He says, his voice determined. âTurns out getting shot really put things into perspective.â He adds, letting out a nervous laugh.
As if electrocuted by Eddieâs words, Buck wakes up with a start, his entire face contorted with what Bobby guesses is fear. He looks around in alarm for a few seconds, his eyes shining with tears, until they both fall on Eddie and his face suddenly softens. The gaze is so soft, so intimate, Bobby almost wants to look away.
Buck approaches the kitchen counter quietly and sits on the chair, running his now shaking hands through his face. His eyes find Eddie again and the older man simply nods and places his left hand on the table, and Bobby realizes thatâs simply another one of their non-verbal conversations.
No one in that firehouse had mastered the art of speaking without actually exchanging words more than these two.
Bobby observes Buck as he slowly encircles his best-friend's wrist with his finger, his index and his third finger resting between Eddieâs wrist bone and tendon, no doubt checking his pulse. His hand shakes for a few more seconds but a soft smile eventually stretches up his lips when Eddie intertwines their fingers together.
âYouâre okay?â Eddie asks.
âI am, now.â Buck answers, lowering his eyes towards their intertwined fingers. Bobby turns around to take the plates out and give them some privacy. But he can still hear the next few words coming out of Eddie's mouth.
âWhat was it this time?â He asks.
âThe- the shooting. You were dying before I had the chance to drive you to the hospital.â
âWell Iâm here now.â Eddie says and Bobby can picture the smile on his face. âWeâre okay.â
The conversation flows smoothly after that, Buck helping Bobby and taking over Eddieâs cooking, stating that âno one should have to face food poisoning that early in the day.â Eddie nudges him playfully and takes a seat, checking in with Carla to make sure Christopher is okay at home.
âDid you know that there are more than 120 pyramids in Egypt? Give or take.â He says excitedly and Bobby rolls his eyes at him, not missing the way Eddieâs face softens at his words.
âI did not know that.â
âCrazy, right? And some of their stones weigh more than an Elephant, Bobby! And you know Ancient Egyptians were very big on astronomy and researchers said that they might have used the stars to align their pyramids. Although, I guess weâll never know for sure cause the alignment of stars is constantly changing, you know, but thatâs pretty cool, right?â
âIs Ancient Egypt Christopherâs new passion or Buckâs?â Bobby asks in Eddieâs direction.
âBoth, apparently.â Eddie smiles.
âBy the way Eds, thereâs this Egyptian Museum in San Jose, they say it holds the largest collection of Egyptian artifacts, I thought we could check it out. Itâs a five hours car drive, it's a bit long but we could make it work during a week-end maybe. Chris would be thrilled.â
âSounds like a plan, Evan.â Eddie answers and Bobby frowns, surprised to see that the Evan privileges now seem to have extended and included Eddie. For a few seconds, he wonders whether heâs been slow on the uptake about that sudden advancement in their relationship but then he can see Buckâs face light up and turn a bit redder than usual and Bobby just knows that itâs just another one of these things he will need to get used to.
âAwesome, Iâll look into it, then. Iâll text you the details, alright?â Buck asks and heâs about to reach for his phone in his back-pocket when Eddie finally says those three words.
âI love you.â
Bobby stops stirring the soup and raises his eyes towards Eddie, who seems to have lost all composure.
âIâll⌠Iâll let you two talk.â Bobby says. âBuck, you mind keeping an eye on the soup?â
âUh I- yeah Iâll- Iâll take care of it, Bobby.â
Bobby leaves the kitchen, squeezing Eddieâs shoulder as he goes past him. He locks himself in his office and tries to focus on the most boring part of the job: the paperwork. It only lasts a few minutes, though, his curiosity eventually gets the best of him. From where heâs seated, he can still see Buck, his back facing him. And Bobby is not big on gossip but heâs had to watch these two dance around each other for so long itâs only fair he gets to witness the outcome of three years of unresolved tension, right?
Buck is standing in the kitchen, and from what Bobby can tell, this one hasnât moved for the past ten minutes, probably focused on what Eddieâs saying or too shocked to say anything. It all changes after a few seconds, though. Buckâs body straightens up but he lowers his head to the ground, and Bobby doesnât need to be standing next to him to picture the sheepish smile stretching up his lips.
He knows heâs right when Buck raises his eyes again, changing his position in such a way Bobby can now see his face. His eyes are warm, his expression soft and the captain of the 118 finally decides to look away when Eddie appears in his field of vision, cupping Buckâs cheeks with his hands and pressing their lips together.
A small smile breaks in on his face and he opens the first top left drawer of his desk, his right hand grasping the document thatâs been gathering dust for soon to be three years:
Personal relationship disclosure form
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I Said... Hold Still // Obey Me // MC x Lucifer
rating: t words: 3.5k summary: takes place during the furry event, MC does the boysâ makeup for the video but takes *special care* with luciferâs
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âStop squirming, Levi. Youâre going to smear everything and then Iâm going to get mad.â
Leviathan blushed, visibly racked with the desire to fidget in the chair. âI canât help it,â he said, crossing and uncrossing his ankles, which clunked into hers. âYouâre so close to my face.â
A scoff audibly sounded off in the background, and the unmistakable tenor of Mammonâs voice filled the dining room.Â
âYeah. A little too close, eh? Back off, Levi!â
Freya sighed. As long as Leviâs face was scrunched with annoyance, itâd be impossible to apply any more makeup to it. She paused, her hand a patient dove hovering in the air, coasting, while Levi replied.
âIâm not doing anything! You back off, stupid scumbag!â
âHey! Ya gotta stop callinâ me that! Or else!â
âOr else, what? What are you going to do to me?â
The demon-princes were scattered throughout the entirety of the ornate, elaborate dining room, yet the collective sigh uttered by every mouth was a palpable hurricane churning in the air above them. A violent, fiery blush creeped into Leviâs neck, and Freya stilled her hand once more as he ducked his head in embarrassment.
She had to force herself not to sigh herself. âRelax, Levi. Iâm not going to attack you.â
âYes, hun, but that he wishes you would is the point,â said a voice from the opposite corner. A slash of daylight pierced through the window in front of him, illuminating the slender curve of his body. Even in that ridiculous costume. Asmodeus.
âIf you know what I mean,â he finished. Freya didnât have to look to know he was probably winking at them. The sunlight did nothing to illuminate the dripping sin of his voice.
Freya ignored the fresh wave of blood washing over Leviâs face, deepening the red even further. All that was needed was a quick blending of the brow-powder, and heâd be done, though if these idiots kept on rambling she wasnât sure sheâd ever be able to get him to hold still.
Even now, he seemed to vibrate in place, although he managed to keep himself in place enough to refrain from fidgeting. Freya worked as fast as possible, working as casually as she could without smudging the lines. If they could keep their mouths shut for once in their goddamn life--
âIf what you mean is kissing, then yes. We do get what you mean. Levi, at least attempt to not think about it.â
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SATAN, you motherFU--
âNo one is kissinâ ANYONE, do ya hear me!?â
âOo-oh, how scandalous!! I want to see someone kiss!â
âOkay, tell me I didnât wake up from a nap just to hear about Freya kissing someone!â
âRelax, Belphie. No one is kissing.â
âYa damn straight, no one is kissing. Not ever! If Freya is kissinâ anyone itâs gonna be m--â
âMe! Itâd be me! After all, who wouldnât want to kiss me?â
âEnough.â
As Lucifer silenced the room, Freya shot Satan a glare, who returned the gesture with a grin so warm youâd never know how on purpose that truly was. What an arsonist. Truly. It was practically art.
The dining room was momentarily cast in shadow -- Freya looked beyond a mortified Levi to see a thick wall of cloud oozing across the sky. A frown tugged the corners of her lips down.
âAll right, you lot,â said Lucifer. His voice crawled into the spaces around them like congealed molasses. âClear out. Diavolo wants to start shooting as soon as possible.â
The most awkward of silences left the dining room charged and heavy, and all but Levi and Lucifer started towards the main hall.
Meanwhile, Freya wanted to be conscientious of his personal boundaries -- as he so often said he didnât like to be touched -- but Freya wasnât just about to let Levi leave after that.Â
âHey, look up for me one more time before you go.â
She and Lucifer made zero comments about how dark his skin had become in embarrassment -- magenta would be too fitting for comfort. Freya, in her peripherals, saw how Lucifer pretended to preen himself in a corner away from them, adjusting and then readjusting his feline costume so it couldnât possibly fall any straighter or more crisp on the lines of his body.
Levi complied, absolutely rock-frozen as he titled his eyes to the ceiling. Even the inner workings of his jaw were inert with strain.Â
âDid you know,â Freya began, dabbing ice-silver highlighter to his waterline, âThat giraffes throw up on a regular basis?â
She was momentarily met with silence as Levi made himself unclench his teeth. âGiraffes?â
âMhm. An animal in the human realm. Really long neck. Think of a horse with a snake-neck.â
âWhoa. That sounds like a final boss or something. If their neck is so long, how do they not suffocate then?âÂ
It was working -- his skin was clearing of blush, returning to a lovely cream-shade which she always thought brought out the gold in his eyes so well. Freya, in an effort to dispel some of his shame, didnât meet his eyes when they gazed at her out of curiosity. She prodded the outside corner of his eye with the same highlighter, tapping the glimmer into place.
âWell⌠thatâs what I wanted to know, so I researched it for awhile. They have a bunch of spaces in their stomach so as they digest food, they puke it up into their mouth and then eat it all over again. Bizarre, right?â
Leviâs subsequent grin made itself onto her face as well, though she was careful to still avoid his direct gaze. And, was that Luciferâs cheeks lifted in the over corner over there, or was that her own imagination?
âThat sounds like Beel,â he said, beaming at her.
âThey were my favorite animal for awhile after that, just because I would always laugh when I thought of it. In an environmental class back home we studied this, and as soon as it was brought up, I just couldnât stop laughing. I got kicked out of class.â
âOMG,â Levi said. âThat is hilarious! LOLOL, like, I totally wouldâve lost it too.â
âItâs ridiculous. But it does make me smile, even to this day. Maybe itâll help you too now.â
Leviâs answer was something soft in his eyes, like a window being opened.
Freya snapped the ridiculously expensive highlighter palette closed, absentmindedly making a note to somehow manipulate Asmo into getting her one just like it.Â
She tried to refrain from kissing anyone in the academy but that palette⌠perhaps kissing was not beneath her after all...
ââKay. Youâre good to go!â
The clogged energy tangibly evaporated as they both righted themselves in the chairs, widening the amount of space between them. Levi didnât look fully recovered -- his movements were a little too fast, a bit too premature.Â
However, as he stood up to join the others, the dread from earlier wasnât etched onto the crevices of his face, and he smiled before heading out the door.
âThanks, Freya! Seriously.â He dashed through the entryway, the joyful spring under his feet practically palpable.
The next breath was drawn in through the nose. Freya turned to the impromptu makeup station Asmodeus had set up for her earlier in the morning once more.
âOkay, lurker,â she called out. âSit your butt down before I decide I donât want to do this anymore and set fire to the building so Diavolo will send me away.â
The waxed, polished, impeccable hardwood floors clapped his shoes in greeting with every intentional footfall. Even from the side while she retrieved more eyeshadow, she could see the grimace on his mouth. He was staring straight through her.
âNot funny.â
Freya couldnât help but grin as she swiveled the chair to face him.
âIt was funny, but we both know you wouldnât admit it even if you agreed so letâs get to business, shall we?â Freya held up a pen of liquid eyeliner for him to see.
Lucifer made no further comment, but she couldâve sworn his jaw looked like it wanted to come undone in a smile, just for a second. He nodded, burgundy eyes locked onto her face.
âScoot closer. This always sucks the most.â
When he complied, their legs were utterly entangled, each thigh resting lightly against the otherâs. Freya didnât stop or make a comment -- she knew the rules of the game with him and wasnât going to lose because of that.
If anything, the contact excited her. Sheâd be close enough to catch any reaction he made, scrutinize every inch of his visage for a sign of victory. When one edge of his mouth lazily pulled to the side in the faintest smirk sheâd ever seen, an impish gesture, she knew he was on the same wavelength.
Freya leaned in, closing the distance between their faces until the warm billows of his breath collided gently over her cheeks.
âDonât mind me,â she said, bringing a hand to cup the cheek opposite the eye she was going to start on. âI have to steady myself because I had a lot of coffee this morning and I can feel myself about to have a seizure.â
Lucifer did smile at that, and she mirrored him as her fingers slipped through the hair at the back of his head. Silk. Fresh rain. A bubble of clouds. There didnât seem to be a description accurate enough to articulate the softness of each strand. Her palm came to rest on his jaw.
The dick part of her wanted to ask what kind of conditioner he used, to purposely destroy the playful tension, if only to mitigate the effect the intimacy had on her. It was certainly a go-to, and she had half a mind to blurt it out when his expression suddenly changed.
âThat was kind of you,â Lucifer murmured, and she could practically feel the heat of his red gaze wash through her, âWhat you did for Levi. Comforting him so as to not embarrass him further.â
An unwanted softness expanded in the pit of her belly and her hand momentarily haltered all movement. She drew back to look at him, and felt her waggish expression melt into something more like his own.
Freyaâs gaze tugged down at their legs, spidered out in a flamboyant web of limbs. âIâm all for a good roast, but they should be more mindful with how often they pick on him. He already has super bad self-esteem.â
Lucifer grimaced as pain, sympathetic, cracked across her face. âThat he does.â
âMakes me want to punch him,â she mumbled, almost inaudibly. Exhaling, Freya lifted the eyeliner pen to Lucifer once more, tracing a thin cat-eye along the edge of his lashes.Â
âIf he says that heâs too gross to love one more time, I will use our pact to make him do daily affirmations until he stops. Iâm not above that.â
It was a while before Lucifer reacted to that, and a few moments of silence soothed the spaces around them. When he seemed to smile, Freya kept wordless and leaned in further, cleaning up the sharp edge of the wing at his eye. If she leaned in any further, her lips would brush across his cheek. Adrenaline flooded her belly.
âNot the worst way to exploit your authority, I suppose.â
âHell yeah. Call me the demon-whisperer, improving internal dialogue one Avatar at a time.â
She withdrew her hand just in time -- Luciferâs cheeks avalanched in the expansion of a smile, twisting his mouth until the ivory-white of his teeth was exposed. Another grin, another victory.
âSounds like quite the endeavor.â
âQuite right, Watson. Okay, done with that,â Freya said, ignoring his momentary confusion and scooting herself back to the pile of makeup. She exchanged the eyeliner for a pastel palette before picking up a small, fluffy brush.
âAll Diavolo wanted was a mutuality between species, and here you are trying to rehabilitate the princes of Hell into developing a more healthy sense of self,â he mused.Â
Luciferâs warm eyes lowered and tracked Freyaâs movements as she closed in and began dabbing at his eyelids with a pale lavender color, which accentuated the darkness of his burgundy irises so nicely it was obscene.
Did she look as beautiful to him as he did to her?
âOh, dear,â he chuckled. âWhere did you go?â
It was just then that Freya realized she hadnât been applying the makeup on him so much as she was staring at it.
âWhatâs wrong? Did the artistry of your own handiwork distract you?â His full lips twisted into a more mocking version of his earlier grin.
âOr is it simply my natural beauty you find so interesting?â
A low, humming laugh churned in the bottom of his throat as Freyaâs nose wrinkled itself at him.
âActually, I was just thinking that if this film wins first place, the entire Devildom will be witness to you and all of your furry glory.â
All of the mirth fled from Luciferâs face as she spoke. Dark strands of aura collected around the crown of his head before winking out of existence.Â
âItâs an exciting thought, right?â
When his eyelids lowered, Freya leaned back in, blending in a blue pastel with the first. The air around him sizzled with tension that dripped off of his body. âAs the film stands, there is almost a statistical impossibility that it will win the competition,â he drawled. So confident.Â
âSo, basically, itâs a non-issue.â
âYou really believe Diavolo -- or Barbatos for that matter -- who are obsessed with this project, couldnât or wouldnât pull strings in our favor?â The hand on his jaw exploded with invisible flame as she shifted it for no other reason than she wanted to--
Lucifer froze. Freya pretended to be absorbed in her work and readjusted her fingers -- a mere twitch of the extremity -- slipping several of them in the hollow under his ear while anchoring her thumb so that the pad of the fingertip framed the corner of his mouth.
A triumphant fanfare burst in her head. She got him, caught him off-guard. Enchanted him. The world was correct once more.
âDiavolo is a noble man,â she started, sweeping away the fallout with her knuckles. She caressed the soft skin under his eyes gently, with care. âBut men like him -- the ones who proclaim to uphold truth and transparencyâŚâ
Lucifer did not move, even as she playfully tapped the tip of his nose with the makeup brush.
âThose are the ones you canât trust.â
A few short moments passed before Lucifer spoke again.
âI donât know what demons youâve been hanging around,â he began, leaning forward an inch. âBut some of us are perfect gentlemen.âÂ
He was playing with her.Â
Do not look at his lips, do not look at his lips.
The brush in her hand lowered as Freya also leaned in, matching Luciferâs bluff, and the crimson glow of his eyes was soon all she could see, rather than the eyes themselves.
âIâve only met one perfect gentleman in my entire life. He was a golden retriever.â
She saw the curve of his eyes when he smirked.
âYou clearly need better friends.â
âHow fortunate I was kidnapped and brought here, then.â
âHow fortunate, indeed.â
âHey, are you guys going to kiss?â
The shock of the intrusion jolted both Lucifer and Freya, nearly pressing them together, so⌠maybe?
Lucifer recovered first, smoothly straightening in his chair like a candle wick burning true.
âWhat do you want, Asmo?â
Of course it was Asmo.
When Freya settled, returning the makeup brush to the tray, she saw Asmodeus hovering in the dining roomâs entrance, the gold of his hair casting ethereal arcs of color across the archway.
His eyes were wide with curiosity. âWell, first, I want to see you kiss, but I also came to tell you Diavolo wants to start filming now.â Asmoâs gaze flickered back and forth between them.
âTell Diavolo weâre on our way,â Lucifer said, saying nothing of the lewd request. After a tense moment and a hard glare, Asmo drifted off, the whites of his eyes revealed in an impressive arc.
âHe realizes he can just kiss people, right?â
She couldnât help but grin at the blank expression coating over Luciferâs visage.
âHe realizes,â Lucifer said. âIt seems as if voyeurism is a big interest of his, however.â
Freya accidentally snorted. âI donât know what isnât.â
âManners, perhaps.â
Someone sighed. Freya wasnât sure if it was her or Lucifer. Eventually, the two shared a glance and his eyebrows rose in question.
âIs my makeup adequate enough for filming?â The brows remained high on his forehead, now teasing more than anything else.
Freya instinctively raked his features, looking for any asymmetrical flaws or lopsided shadow. There was nothing but a fleeting suspicion that it was only Luciferâs immaculate complexion which completed the makeup, rather than the other way around. He wore the makeup, rather than the makeup highlighting the beauty already there. How ridiculous.
âOne more thing, actually.â
The lazy affect warped into confusion, narrowing his features, and then awe, expanding them back again. Freya had darted in the space between their bodies, one finger somehow already dipped into a cherry-colored lip stain, and she began tapping the pigment onto Luciferâs bottom lip, ignoring the way his mouth parted with shock.
âTo match your eyes.â
He remained silent while he composed himself, drawing back his eyebrows and lips to a close. Freya forced her face to remain stoic -- the relish of eliciting these kinds of reactions was a special sort of drug, but to keep him playing along, she had to forfeit a few her victories to soften the blow to his ego. Demon of Pride and all. She was more than happy to keep up with him. Her giant ego demanded it.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Lucifer probed her gaze with his own, scrutinizing the miniscule movements her every facial feature made, but she gave away nothing. He was content to hold still until she was finished with him, smiling politely, the warmth not touching his eyes.
âAnd none for yourself?â he chirped.
Freyaâs gaze darted to the makeup tray at her side, but a warm hand had gripped her chin and forced her head back to Lucifer. A swarm of butterflies awoke in her diaphragm.
âYou dote on all of us so much,â he pronounced slowly, casually, bringing his thumb to his mouth. âBut it seems as if you are often left wanting, isnât that right?â
Heat so hot it was ice overturned her nervous system, bringing it to a halt. âIt isnât that bad. Beel buys me food. Asmo gives me clothes. Luke and Barbatos bake me whatever I want.â
Freya frantically attempted to memorize the feeling of his thumb brushing over her lips. Did he feel this tense when sheâd done this, like a worn outlet ready to spark? She waited until he was satisfied to speak.
âIâd say I have it pretty good.â
Lucifer smirked, clearly unconvinced. He reached over her, grabbing a wipe from the table and cleaning his hand. Their faces were momentarily close once again, and the cologne from his neck wafted over her skin. So rich, like sandalwood, but faint at the same time. Noncommittal. It was a perfect scent for him.
When his gaze lowered to her mouth and back up again, she thought her form would explode.
âHm. Iâm not sure all of thatâs an equal exchange, though.â He stared at her in bewilderment.
â... What?â Suddenly, she was too conscious of herself. Why did he look at her like that? Was he unsatisfied with the color or something?
She heard the roll of his stool before registering heâd placed his palms on her shoulders. They felt like boulders and feathers and as if they should be there all the time, keeping her from floating away in her wild fantasies of abandoning the human world so she could stay there forever. It was just like giraffes. Ridiculous⌠right?
âYour hair.â
Eh?
Luciferâs eyes were sure and steady as they raked over her again and again.
âIt should be down for the fight scene. When you faint, it should cover your face, create some symbolism there.â
⌠Interesting. She didnât know he thought about details like that. Wasnât this more of Asmoâs territory? Still, Lucifer had a point. Sheâd only braided that morning because it was convenient, getting too long and too curly for comfort.
âHow dramatic,â she replied, chuckling at his sincerity. âYouâre right, though. Obscuring the face makes a much bigger statement to the audience. Creates lots of tension.â
Luciferâs knees knocked against hers, two entities floating alone in the ocean, and he moved his hands to the hair-ties at the end of her french braids.Â
They were dexterous, slipping off the rubber and untangling the curls without tugging on a single one. Goosebumps seeped through her skin, giving her a full-body euphoria.Â
If she was being honest, even this simple gesture had her feeling pampered, taken care of. It resembled nothing of the food or retail items she was frequently gifted with, although those were of course, appreciated.
No, this was like... communion. A merging of two. Freya found that she couldnât muster a smirk or a smart-ass retort as Lucifer slipped his fingers through her hair, arranging it in perfect pieces that cascaded over her jaw. She felt she wanted to sleep instead. Take a nap. Fall asleep to the sensation of him there, soothing her into unconsciousness.Â
Ah. Any feeling of victory disappeared in an instant. This was too close to real intimacy to be a game.
Lucifer adjusted the curls one final time before gently extracting himself from her space. There wasnât any trace of mischief on his face either, or deception, or avarice.Â
She caught herself absently grooming herself of invisible lint or stray hair in the moments after. It seems as if their communion was finished, and they were to get on with their mission for the day.
âWell,â Freya said, steadily rising to her feet. She extended a hand in his direction. âReady to go to war over me?â
Luciferâs subsequent smile radiated mirth. âOf course.â He curled his fingers around her palm and rose to face her.
âI always defend what is mine. To the death.â
An unexpected giggle erupted from him at the shock rapidly freezing her expression.
âIâm joking, Freya. Iâm ready. Letâs do it.â
Lucifer jesting? How novel.
With her hand in his, they began making their way out of the dining room. The sun was out -- its light had finally defeated the storm clouds before it.
âCall me Helen, I guess.â
Their voices ricocheted off the elaborate carvings etched into the doorway.
â... You know the story of Troy, ri--â
â--Yes, Freya, I get the referen--â
â--Okay, cool. That wouldâve been weird. I hate explaining jokes.â
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