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f0point5 · 3 months ago

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I think I have sent this same request some time ago but I still would like you to write something about Emilia and Max hanging out with Victoria’s children and maybe thinking about their own future kids. But really anything with Max and Emilia would be great!

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one, but tumblr eats asks sometimes 🤷‍♀️ but it’s too cute so here you go! I am keeping these short but I hope you still enjoy it!

✨Set during summer break 2024✨

I’m having his baby (…) no, I’m not

You take a sip of your rosé as Victoria comes to stand beside you. You’re lurking in the doorway of the lounge, watching Max sitting on the couch with his baby niece in his arms. He’s bobbing her in a gentle motion, his hands looking huge around her tiny, swaddled body.

“God, I remember when we used to say our kids would get married,” Vic says beside you, and you laugh.

You did say that. As little kids you would wish to be sisters, and somehow the only way you could think to make that happen would be for your children to marry each other. Like in that Flintstones movie you used to love. You’d draw pictures of the two of you sitting on the porch of a large house, watching your children get married.

Now you wonder if your mums thought the same, during those summers in Italy, as they watched you all play. They swear now that they did, that the mother’s intuition told them you and Max were tied together by some invisible chord that chafed on both your wrists. “A mother always knows,” Sophie said to you when she saw you last, “you will know, too”.

“And now that would be illegal and dangerous for our grandkids,” you say, shaking your head. “Crazy,”

“I like it better this way,” Victoria says, putting her arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a hug.

“Me, too,” you agree, your eyes fixed on Max and Hailey. He’s whispering to her in Dutch, her eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as she yawns in his face, which only makes him smile. He’s utterly mesmerised by her. And you’re mesmerised by him.

I swear I can actually feel my ovaries right now.

“He’s so good with kids,” Vic says. “Even with Jaye I remember he was so gentle,”

“Yeah,” you agree, only half hearing her as you take another sip.

“Gives you baby fever, huh?”

You choke on your wine. Was that Victoria or your subconscious talking?

Vic, are you in here? No, of course she’s not in here. She’s just being nosey. Act natural.

“Are you okay?” Max asks from the couch. You look over at him as you wipe your mouth, coughing once as you nod. Even as he looks at you in concern, he never stops the gentle bouncing motion of the baby in his arms.

You go to answer, but Vic beats you to it, blunt as ever. “I was just saying, you will be having one of your own soon, yeah?” She smiles, nodding at Hailey.

If Max is panicking as much as you, he doesn’t show it, just shrugging. “I mean, ye-“ You can feel your eyes widen, and he stops when he sees your face. He tries again. “May-“ he frowns at you, silently begging for help. “No?” You nod gently, and Max turns to Victoria. “No.”

She looks at you in mild disbelief. “No?”

“No,” you emphasise to both Verstappens.

You love them dearly but genetics are a crazy thing - they both share a chronic disregard for timing. They want it all, and they want it now, in any order, all order be damned.

“You’re not getting any younger,” Victoria says, nudging you.

“That is just rude,” you tell her, and she just smiles unapologetically.

“Oh, come on,” she implores, reaching up to wind her finger around a lock of your hair, “a little baby with Max’s eyes and your hair?”

“And both of our tempers,” you say with a chuckle. “Can you imagine that? Besides, we can barely make cereal, and you want us to raise a baby?”

You look at Max for support, but he’s no longer paying attention. He’s looking down at his niece like he’s holding water.

Maybe a baby can live on cereal, if her dad looks at her like that.

“I’m going to go put Hailey down for her nap,” Vic says, jerking you from your thoughts.

She goes over to take a sleepy Hailey from Max’s arms, and he looks loathe to let her go. She looks so much bigger when held by her mother, and her so much more fragile.

“When I get back, we can start on dinner. I’m going to make cereal,” Vic teases in a whisper, winking at you as she passes.

Max snorts with laughter, and you shoot Vic a glare as she starts to hum, shuffling her way out of the lounge towards the bedroom.

You join Max on the couch, falling onto it beside him with a heavy sigh.

“So glad I’m an only child,” you say, rolling your eyes. When Max doesn’t respond, you glance over at him to find him staring at his hands. You nudge him gently. “What?”

“You do,” he starts, leaning back as he turns to you. “Want kids, someday, don’t you?With me. I mean…you don’t think I’ll be, like…”

“No,” you answer quickly, when you understand what he’s getting at.

You silently curse yourself for that joke about tempers. For ever making him think that’s something you worry about. You know there’s a heaviness in Max, in both of you. You know that he is so much more than his father’s son. But you also know that the weight on his shoulders will keep him crooked until he can see that for himself. You hope knowing you see it will be enough for now.

“I want your baby, Max. Someday. There’s no one else I would ever do this with besides you and not just because I love you, but because I know you’ll be an amazing dad,” you tell him honestly, and even that small platitude seems to relax his shoulders. “But can we at least get to one year of baby making activities before we start painting a nursery?”

Max nods, letting out a husk of a laugh. “I’m shit at painting anyway,” he says, looking at you from under those eyelashes that you secretly envy.

Maybe she’ll inherit those, too.

“Free practice?” You offer with a smirk, holding your hand for his.

Max looks at your outstretched palm for a moment before taking your hand in his. “Free practice,” he agrees, using his grip on your hand to pull you forward so that your chest is pressed against his. “I’m looking forward to FP2 later,”

#max verstappen x reader

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wosowrites · 1 year ago

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One Time Won’t Hurt (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️smut smut smut. like… loads of it⚠️

prompt: in which you and alexia try to convince each other that one time won’t hurt, but it doesn’t end up being one time.

a/n: this is so bad but i wanted to get something out for u guys

Bodies tangled, lips a mess, hands feeling, touching, exploring, hips grinding, loud moaning. And that was all before clothes even came off. "One time," you exhaled into her lips, pressing your foreheads together and letting your breath get mixed. "One time won’t hurt," she added, putting her hands on your ass and pushing you impossibly closer into her.

You audibly whimpered and then gasped as she started kissing your neck. Alexia moved aside the strap of your shirt and then your bra, kissing your shoulder.

You breathed out, digging your nails into her back and moaning into her ear. "Yeah. One time," your cried out.

Five hours earlier

Alexia, Mapi, Ingrid, Sandra, Patri, Keira and Lucy were sitting in your apparement, having wine, cheeses, charcuterie and other snacks. You were all talking, laughing and having fun. Only issue was your spanish wasn’t great and although you tried to concentrate and really understand what they were saying, you were mostly just exchanging lost looks with Keira.

Eventually, you got up and went into the kitchen to open another bottle of rosé. Keira followed suite.

"Jesus. I don’t know what they’re saying. I heard my name and they all looked at me and laughed and I did too but I do not know what they said," you sighed. "I mean we take spanish classes like three times a week and then in real life they talk so speedy it just-" you started ranting. "They said you were clumsy during training today," Keira said, popping open a bottle of champagne. "I was gonna open wine, and how did you get that?" you asked her, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms. "Okay so maybe i’m becoming able to pick up sentences here and there…" she said. "No. No, no, I can not be the only non spanish speaker on the team Kei. I’m cutting you off from spanish lessons!" you groaned, walking into the living room.

You spent the rest of the gathering zoned out on Alexia. She was sitting with her legs slighting open and her arms crossed and all you could think about was how beautiful she would look in that position minute her clothing.

At 11:00, people started to leave which you were silently grateful as you were tired and honestly feeling left out even though that wasn’t the intention of the girls whatsoever.

You had moved to spain six months ago and had been playing for Barca since the January transfer window. You loved the style of play here and almost everything about it, but you did feel like an outsider.

You bid goodbye to the girls and then let yourself fall on the couch. You sighed heavily, your sigh turning into a tremble as you felt tears come to your eyes. Moving away from england had been harder than you anticipated. You heard movement behind you and shot up to your feet. Alexia stood in the doorway of the washroom. "Sorry, oh, everyone’s gone," she said, looking around. You swiped at your cheeks and nodded. "Uhm, yeah. Sorry I completely forgot you were in there," you said. "It’s okay, I ended up getting a call from Ona so I was in there for a while," she said. "Are you okay y/n/n? You look-"

"Spain is hard," you answered, not wanting to draw out the conversation longer than necessary. "What do you mean?" she asked, sitting down next to you. "I mean that I don’t know what you guys are saying. I pretend I do but I really don’t. And I feel like I’m not good enough to play here," you sighed, putting your head in your hands and resting your elbows on your knees.

"Don’t think that. You are one of the most brilliant players i’ve ever seen. And as for spanish, ditch your tutor. I’ll teach you for free," she said, brushing her fingers through your hair.

And then your feelings of sadness were gone and all you felt was an extreme need for Alexia to be under you.

You straightened up and looked into her eyes. And then you stood up and walked into the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of water and downed it. Alexia stood up and gently walked towards you. Her movements were careful, calm and composed. But the last thing you wanted was careful, calm, and composed. You wanted loud, harsh and possessive.

So that’s what you did. You spun around and almost charged towards her. She looked taken aback but also turned on. You placed your hands on her waist and backed her up into the wall with a loud thud. You moved your hands up and down her hips before squeezing her waist. "Is this okay? Because I don’t want soft and nice. And if that’s what you want tonight I don’t want to push you," you said, looking into her eyes.

"Do whatever you want with me," she moaned.

You audibly whimpered and then gasped as she started kissing your neck. Alexia moved aside the strap of your shirt and then your bra, kissing your shoulder.

You breathed out, digging your nails into her back and moaning into her ear. "Yeah. One time," your cried out.

"Oh i’ll make it hurt," she whispered to you. And although her words made you want to scream of pleasure, you wanted to be in charge.

You lifted Alexia’s legs to wrap around your waist and carried her into the bedroom, attacking her lips and making sure to leave them bruised and swollen. You pushed your stomach against her pussy, wanting her to feel the temptation at her core before you gave her any kind of relief.

You dropped her on the bed and then towered over her. You took a pause to pull off the shirt you were wearing, never looking away from her. You looked straight into her eyes but she was staring at your and, your tits peaking through your bra and the way your arms looked so strong. A crack of thunder echoed outside and the brief thought of how Mapi and Ingrid, who had walked to your appartement, we’re probably stuck in the rain while you were standing over the most beautiful woman in the world.

You snapped out of your trance and looked at her hungrily. You un buttoned her shirt, wanting to be rough but knowing very well her shirt was silk and she would kill you if you broke it. Or at least that’s what you thought. "Fuck just rip it off. Rip it off y/n," she groaned. You did as she wanted, grabbing the shirt above the buttons you had undone and ripping it apart. She shrugged it off and you unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. You then quickly abandoned your own pants and panties. You pulled off her own panties and then unclipped her bra and your own.

The sight of her was intoxicating. The shape of her breast, the little birth mark just under the left one. "You’re fucking hot," you growled at her. You were much more the kind of person to call girls beautiful but today was a different case. You had one night with her and you would make the most of it. Slowly, you placed yourself on your knees so that your core was over hers. You flattened your body on top of hers while supporting your upper body with your hands at her sides.

You started your attack on her neck by kissing it roughly, sucking it and then nipping at all her sensitive spots.

Alexia was a mess within seconds. Groaning at your touch and screaming when you would randomly collide your knee with her clit. Dripping all over her, you positioned yourself so that her left leg was wrapped around your waist and your pussies rubbed together. You slipped the slow stage and went right into grinding onto her. "Fuck, you’re so perfect," you moaned into her ear, feeling her nails digging into your back. "I thought you were going to be mean," she huffed, dragging her nails down your back. "Rough, not mean," you said to her.

With one last push onto her she came first, moaning your name and crying of pleasure.

You came soon after, your brain fuzzy, your body ecstatic. You didn’t want to push your luck with Alexia, so you let yourself fall beside her. "You okay?" you asked her, your bare chest heaving. "More than. Are you?" she asked. "So okay," you smiled. "I knew you were soft. You’ve always been soft," she said, turning on her side. "Maybe only for you," you giggled.

Needless to say, it didn’t happen just once.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #alexia putellas

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saturnalmoss · 1 year ago

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ARM-WRESTLER

CHAPTER ONE

A curious case of littering

Master Post

An arm was what had caught York’s attention.

He was taking his daily jog around Fancy Town. There weren’t much in the way of alleys here, but the older parts of town had some number of dark nooks and crannies. It was here that York noticed an odd shape on the ground.

It was still there on the second lap. He stopped and looked around. It was getting to be evening, but the brownstones remained quiet, curtains drawn or maybe empty. The irregular lots between them like rotten teeth grew wild with weeds and garbage.

York walked up to the thing on the ground: an arm - as he had thought. He had felt the call to wrestle in his hindbrain before his eyes had even registered it, but if they were lying on the ground, they probably hadn’t got the energy for a good armwrestle. That’s what he had decided on his first lap.

Now, he realized, this arm would never wrestle again. He stood a little longer, then pulled his brand new, refurbished, little flip bone out of his jacket pocket. He was reticent to get an iBone when he couldn't be bothered to memorize a bone number but Rosé way struck with inspiration after their last adventure.

York carefully pressed the buttons marked with stars in the order of the constellation. He had even written orcish on them to help practice the foreign numbers. He figured, in for a phalange in for a femur.

“York!” Rosé said happily.

“Rosé.” York said. “I found an arm.”

“Uh.”

“It’s on the ground, and ain’t attached to no one.” He wanted to hold it up, but Jancy had drilled into him that the crime scene was not to be touched until photos could be taken, and his iBone did not have picture capability.

“Oh no. Uh. Okay, Jancy isn’t in the office - she went to talk to a potential client. UH.”

“Can you call her?”

“Potential client! Her bone is on silent.”

“Can you call Grandma?”

York listened patiently as Rosé muttered something about holding and groups and beep boops.

“Grenda Highforge speaking.”

“Grandma, I found an arm.” York said. There was silence on the other end while Rosé thought of how to rephrase.

“...It’s by itself, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Also Rosé is here. On the bone, not with me. Rosé, I don't know where you are,” York crouched down on the ground to examine the lone arm again.

“Hi, Rosé!”

“Hi. I'm in the office and Jancy isn’t in the office so we don’t know what to do. Can you do your best Jancy for a minute and tell us what to do?”

“Uh! Yeah. Uh. Don’t touch anything!” York nodded; accomplished. “Secure the area?”

York looked around. Still not a soul, as far as he could tell. “Next?”

“Maybe draw a chalk outline?” Grenda suggested.

“I don’t got chalk.”

“Oh, I do! Well, with me.”

Rosé chimed in, “Grandma, I’m heading over there. Let’s all meet up.” York nodded again, unseen.

“Good idea! Where should I go?” There was a sudden silence on the other end. Rosé stopped in her tracks.

“Uh. Yeah. Uh, what do you see nearby, York?”

York listed them the landmarks nearby. The city folks insistence on naming all the places they go instead of just going was still weird to him. Then again, Northern Tribe orcs didn’t tend to plan to go places together so much as just run into each other sometimes.

The other two tell him to stay on the iBone, maybe look for a blood trail.

“Ain’t no blood.”

“What.” Grenda said.

“Don’t like that.” Rosé said. York peered closer.

“Actually, I don’t think this thing ever had blood to begin with.” He held it up triumphantly. “Yeah! It’s metal! It’s a metal arm!”

“What like a prosthetic? Or a mannequin?”

“Or a crash test dummy?” Rosé added.

“A prosthetic?” York said derisively.

“A prosthetic is a replacement limb!” Grandma told him helpfully. A dog yipped in the background.

“I know what a prosthetic is! But this ain’t no prosthetic. It doesn’t even have spikes.”

“Northern Tribes do prosthetics differently, eh, buddy?” Rosé said.

York turned the arm over in his hand. “Yeah! You just stick a weapon in there! Whose gonna make a whole fake arm to put on your arm when you can stick an ax in there?” He looked at the arm again. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Rosé asked

“Even for a leg?” Grenda said at the same time.

“Uh, no, hammer’s best if you lose a leg.” York said distractedly, putting the arm on the ground gingerly. “Swords and axes’ll just stick in the ground.” He pushed the palm a little, then pulled it back again.

“What if you just lost the front of your foot, could you get a dagger and do sick kick flip stabby stabs?”

“Yeah. Classic.” York muttered.

“I’m here!” Rosé said and York stood up sharply. She looked at him, then the arm. She raised an eyebrow. York stared.

“Ooh, in stereo! I’ll be there soon. Plus, I have a client! Maybe she can do a little sniffing?”

Rosé, Grenda, and York stared down at the hand together. A dog panted happily nearby, tied tightly to a stake. A little bowl of water glittered. “So, no blood. No body.” Rosé said. “Does that mean this is a lost item, not a murder?”

“It could still be a missing person!” Grenda said helpfully. “You never know.”

“It’s definitely a prosthetic, though? Even though it’s not a weapon?” York asked.

“I mean, I could knock someone out with that.” Rosé said. “Not that I would, because I am a good girl.”

Grenda nodded. “See the bits here? I think it’s so the arm can move. And the fingers have grippies for... gripping. And up at the end it’s kind of softer? To stick to the person. Not a mannequin, Probably a prosthetic. Definitely missing! I bet someone wants this back.” Grenada beamed up at their friends.

Rosé hummed softly, and stroked her chin. “The rules are different for a missing belonging...” York nodded, Grenda smiled. “So... what if we hunted down the owner and returned the arm?”

“And fined ‘em for littering.”

“Wouldn’t Jancy be proud of us?”

“So proud.” Grenda said.

“So proud.” York agreed.

#poscamarkers #drawfee #multi media #fanfic #writing #drawtectives #long post #saturnart

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feeling--pink · 1 year ago

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Hi 🥺 what if they- 👉👈 what if they got mawwied???? 💕💕💕

Okay hi I’ve been working on these on and off all month (mostly off I got really busy whoops) and I have A LOT of thoughts about a Legbone wedding (ft. the drawtectives cause they really are my blorbos)

Anyways here’s a list of headcannons that I didn’t get to draw:

So right off the bat let’s talk OUTFITS

To me Legzi and Ryjinah had gone looking for dresses but Legzi wasn’t really pumped about any of them

So maybe they went on a road trip (because ladies bookclub road trips my beloved) to either go look in a different boutique or to do other wedding related shenanigans

And on the side of the road Legzi spots this rag

And of course it’s a torn up wedding dress and suddenly she has a Vision^TM

Just Legzi being more excited about fixing up this dress than anything she could have just bought up to that point

Because to me Legzi is someone who loves to feel like a part of the process and having all her random skills she picked up from Darkmouth

Then design wise I wanted something puffy so I could hide how much taller I made her

Because personally I think her using the leg stilts on her wedding day is not only very Legzi^TM but I also made myself laugh with the concept :)

And florals because those are fun, green, and easy to make by hand (as someone who’s made a lot of ribbon flowers)!! The vines were places where the dress was really torn and needed more structural stitching

Ryjinahs dress on the other hand I wanted to take some inspiration from her season 1 design (even though I haven’t seen it)

Also I love a chance to draw some boob

so anyways York’s invitation

I’ve said it before but “artists draw fan art of each other’s art” where Karina drew Ryjinah, York, Rowan, and Jacob horse all hanging out is CANON TO ME

Which is why all of those characters were invited!! :)

Anyways I imagine all the invitations had your standard stuff- names, dates, rsvp section

But where it would’ve said +1 I think Ryjinah scribbled that out and hand wrote “+2 ;)”

Which of course Grandma would be slightly flustered by meanwhile York is like “AWESOME you guys can come!!!”

I believe in drawtectives polycule supremacy and also York is aroace

Which also lead to my miniature leg wrestling joke :)

Oh but the second York and Rah’ōxah lock eyes they’re going to leg wrestle (Pokémon rules)

Then they can become friends too and we can make Julia’s drawing in “pro artists redraw their old OCs” canon!!!

Rah’ōxah is both Legzi and Ryjinahs maid of honor :)

She’s awesome of course she can do both!!!!!!

I wish I had drawn this but to me Parker the cat officiated :)

Maybe while standing on top of Parker the horse

Ryjinah was not pleased with this but also couldn’t say no to the combined force of Legzi and Rah’ōxah’s puppy dog eyes

Plus Parker the cat is the only person (cat) they know who’s ordained

Oh last thing I wanted to but didn’t draw was a Rosé & Rowan interaction

Or not even so much of an interaction but they catch each other’s gaze from across the room and freeze

Oh more headcannons but they’re siblings to me

I mean dyed hair? Knives? Mysterious pasts? Color schemes?? Attracted to himbos???

Anyways they both have moved on from their family in different directions

So to suddenly meet again even from across the room

Then York or Gramdma calls for Rosé and she looks away and they’re gone

But I digress

Tbh for everyone’s outfits I kinda just went “you know what would be cute???”

So floral dress for grandma (obviously)

Jumpsuit + long gloves for Rosé because vibes

Unbuttoned shirt and double breasted vest for York so he doesn’t have sleeves

Similar thought process for Rah’ōxah because they give off similar vibes BUT I made Rah’ōxah’s the same colors as Ryjinah and Legzi so she could match both :)

Then a demon Johnny button on her outer vest kinda like the pin/broach she has in Julia’s drawing in pro artists redraw old OCs

Rowan I just wanted to look swanky and what’s more swanky than a tailcoat?

And for everyone but Rah’ōxah I tried to keep to their normal color schemes!! :)

Are all these outfits practical for what I made a beach wedding on a whim? Absolutely not

I gave pretty much all of them some sort of heels even if they are technically wedges which is better but STILL

Beaches are fun and easy ish to draw and I never do backgrounds anyways give me a break lol

But anyways I think that’s all my thoughts!!!

So Legzi & Ryjinah ride into the sunset on their noble steed Jacob Horse :)

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bardace · 1 year ago

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okay I have realized I’m much more opinionated on truebeans than I thought so here are some rambles

I don’t think either of them get very flustered by being in a relationship, especially Jancy. I know it’s funny to have her be flustered and blushy since she’s so stoic all the time but I don’t think it fits her character. I think they show love in other ways, like making food for each other and listening to music together.

Also. I don’t think it was love at first sight at all. In fact I think they only started to fall for each other after huck e heese. This is because 1) it goes with canon Jancy denying having a relationship with Joe (since I don’t think she’d lie about that) 2) demiromantic jancy true realness, and 3) it’s objectively hilarious to picture jancy having to admit to rosé that hey actually she DID fall in love with joebeans and it was at Huck e fucking Heese.

will probably draw them soon to show the world how correct I am

#drawtectives #jancy true #joe beans #truebeans

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allthecastlesonclouds · 1 year ago

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tell me about drawtectives. what is this little show.

oooooh my god oh my god. they are my guys. so.

drawtectives itself is a youtube series created by julia lepetit on Drawfee. it's an rpg mystery show– s1 is a murder mystery, s2 is just a mystery– that doubles as an art challenges show. she draws all of the backgrounds and npcs and most of the assets (the 'cutscenes', you could call them) and then the team gets together, knowing absolutely nothing besides what julia's asked them to prepare, and does some funky improv to create a very funky storyline.

there are 3 players and one dm; the pcs are rosé, york, and grendan/grenda/grandma/gma, and the Big NPCs are Jancy True (s1/s2) and Eugene Finch (s2) and they're, in their own words, a found family, so. beloved. their backup plan if all their jobs fail is to move out east and open a bookstore. jancy and eugene have fully accepted their titles as mom/ancestral ghost and son despite meeting each other likely once before the drawtectives dragged them together. overall though if i had to summarize, it's a bunch of friends getting together, making a bunch of puns, appreciating julia's art, and laughing together. the vibes are 10/10 so loving. in writing the transcripts i've written (Karina laughs) (Nathan laughs) (All laugh) So Many Times it's just fun.

so there's three pcs. first one we meet is gyorik 'york' rogdul, who's a half-orc come to the city to learn about his mother's culture. he is the character we have by far the most lore for– if I compiled all the lore I had about the Northern Tribes and Wild Trains, I think the document would be multiple pages. he's also illiterate, which was an interesting decision for the english major of the group to make (in other words, York Will Not Be Illiterate For Season Three bc Y'all Cannot Read) and morally gray if you think about it too hard (he killed his own brother) but yknow he's hot so it's okay. they're all hot any crimes committed are okay. he's also aroace (confirmed by the player, which is!! vibes!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME @axolotllee!)

rosé is the Human Rogue and the youngest of the party; her main trait in s1 was Millennial and she Dealt with that. she, in contrast with York, has so little lore we are scraping the barrel. she was a thief, then left everything about that life behind and changed her name to rosé when she went to work for jancy. she lied on her resumé. she knows how to sew; she's sewn Pockets of Holding on most of her clothing. she bonded with a stray cat that lived outside her last apartment. she's three credits short of graduating college. she's, in addition to being a drawtective, jancy's intern, and cried when jancy got her a cupcake. she won't tell her best friends when her birthday is or where she goes to school or what her last name is. that's all we know about her and i love her and she could probably kill someone as she has multiple knives on her person and does not use them. she's bright and funny and can be pretty dark but really does find the humor in it which is. wonderful.

so grendan highforge starts out as The Snobby Rich Boy which. already love the trope something Always Happens To Them if they're a pc. then through s1 they make an offhand comment about a character (faucon, whose name is pronounced 'falco') and how if her name was pronounced that way it'd be grenda. faucon asks how they feel about it. they are caught very off-guard by that and then ask to be called it for the next hour or so. then the next witness calls him gma, and then grandma, and then. yeah she realizes she's genderfluid. and he uses any pronouns and has a full beard and also wears a romper and loves dogs and the player is the Most Experienced TTRPG-er so through maybe using resources a bittt grandma is the most observant character of all of them. he's also a dog walker and a lightweight and does canonically have druidic magic though that was Not Touched On Much and showed up to their first day on the job slightly stoned (they did stop doing that though.) she carries around a box to make the height difference (york is 7'. grendan is 4'. rosé is 6'. you can see the formatting issue) slightly less difficult. she doesn't know how rhinos reproduce but has had a fascination with them since a police chief said one might've committed a crime. i think they could kill someone by talking too much but they don't actually have the strength or dex to do Jack Shit.

and jancy true is the head pi (a great many of the characters are puns and i love it so much) and is there to make sure things get done and clues don't get missed. she has a cochlear implant and uses a cane and solved s1 just by Reading The Paper and hearsay. she solved about half of s2 before Someone Stopped Her. she says hello children to the drawtectives and it is such a fond thing. eugene is. a guy who i love. julia started the show thinking he would be some mysterious character to join them and then made the wonderful improv decision– avoiding having to do npc-npc conversation– of saying 'yeah eugene is spinning a camera on its stand' and rosé just says so gleefully. 'guys. i think he's stupid.' and he became their son. his character is a lot of The Plot of s2 so i don't want to get into it too much but. jancy and eugene my beloved.

they're just. such a family. to quote nathan (grenda's Player) from the s2 talkback: "That's one of my favorite things about this show, is we came in with these vague ideas for characters, and just playing them with each other, they became friends and became better people as a result of knowing each other and solving mysteries. ... Like, we all kind of independently made our characters people that either were distant from their families or, you know, just had tenuous connections to other stuff, and so these are, like, the realest connections they have in their lives."

and then karina (rosé) about 10 seconds later: "Yeah, we love a found family where they bond over just being the worst."

god. them. they're chaotic and loud and feel very real to me. they have excitement and are pretty bad at social cues but they love each other and want to die together because they would hate too much to be separated. i could articulate this better but it's one in the morning and they mean a great deal to me.

#ren <3 #GOD THEY'RE MY GUYS #'my guys' really is the shittiest group of found family to exist. god. the bad kids the virals the crows and now the drawtectives. wow.#drawtectives #fuck it we're maintagging this #i'm realizing i probably should've written more about the premise of the show– s1 is a murder mystery; the murder of sorin justice.#his wife lotta justice hires jancy to solve the crime and jancy wanted to train proteges so here they are!!#s2 is. you wake up on a train with no memories. why are you here where is jancy DID YOU JUST SEE A MAN GET MURDERED WHAT'S HAPPENING #it's genuinely a really funny show and has Very Good Vibes and. i love it. the prompts are horror if you think about it which. i also enjoy #but the cast were all members of collegehumor up until jan 2020 so. they know comedy.#plus they're all very close so they know each others' boundaries #castles rambles #questionnn!#also. lmao it really does seem like grandma is my favorite #tbf she is. but rosé's paragraph should be longer i love her so much it's just. hard to describe.#thank you thank you for letting me talk about them i love them <3 <3

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hostilemuppet · 8 days ago

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All your ocs (trolls, gems, ect) have such cool designs! I especially love what you do with colors and shapes :D Do you have any specific process when you make them or is it like an elaborate vibe-check

aww, ty :) for every oc no matter what i always try to make sure something about their character is communicated in their design, whether its something like "they are a doctor so they wear a doctors coat" or more like "they are lazy so their outfit looks very low effort"

but for TROLLS specifically, i almost always try to make sure theres some sort of theme or motif going on that i keep in mind throughout the whole design process. keep in mind what you want/need (eg, for slush puppy he needed to look like his parents, while for rosé i established from the beginning "pink glitter troll" and that smth i needed to stick to) and plan around that. heres an attempt at explaining my thought process after the fact

sometimes a theme isnt as obvious, for example brad and angelina were designed to resemble raggedy ann and andy toys but that isnt really obvious when theyre any older than children. i think this is okay since their older designs still show their personalities and are still pretty cohesive while complimenting each other

often youll have a theme or look youre going for but still struggle landing on perfection, and thats fine! a couple of my favourites, cupcake and glitz, took agesssss to nail down

(not including my reference photos for obvious reasons, but there is NO shame in assembling a moodboard for a character design! i highly encourage it in fact!)

for cupcake i knew i wanted her to be sweet lolita from the beginning (since. her name is Cupcake.) but settling on something concrete was trickyyyyyyy. everything from "her outfit should seem cutesy enough to fit her vibe without being so complicated that it looks muddy on such a small chibi body (and would be really hard to draw...)" to "i need to give her a hairstyle that looks trolly enough, oh no this doesnt look trolly enough but the hime cut really fits her personality, does the massive hat help her silhouette?" to "i want her colour scheme to look like youre walking into a candy store, is this incohesive? what if i try going for a chocolate and raspberry vibe? doesnt have what im going for... how do i salvage this?" it was a lot of facing a problem, trying to fix it, and then facing a NEW problem. and thats okay! rome wasnt built in a day yknow. sometimes youll need a loooooot of drafts to get a character design youre happy with. in fact its actually way better to have several drafts, especially if its a character youll actually use a lot! believe me, ive made the mistake before of "i designed what i thought looked good but i actually hated drawing it over and over again". if you love the way it looks and you think its effective, but you hate actually using it, its still a bad design! its half the reason i redesigned penny 😭 to be fair to me though im not sure i really expected to love penny as much as i do now...

with glitz i have less notes since i had an actual person (his co-creator) to give me real time feedback rather than reasoning to myself </3 but the same sort of thing happened. he actually took me more than a month to finalise! part of that was we only had one parent for him decided at first (and it was actually through the design process we figured out the other one! if you know who glitz is you can probably see the exact moment we figured it out 😭). but from the beginning i still knew i wanted him to look flashy with glittery accents (but NOT a glitter troll!) you can see i originally wanted him to have glitter freckles but i swapped that out for a glittery star shaped... okay i never actually decided whether that was makeup or a birth mark. audience interpretation! but i ended up giving him a much more recurring star motif since he wants to be a star and sometimes you gotta beat the audience over the head with symbolism

im not sure if any of that actually helped or if it was just rambling, but the tldr is: make sure you have an end goal in mind! whether its communicating something specific about their personality (eg glitz's flashiness representing his ego and lust for fame) or you have a theme you want to stick to (eg pitaya is obviously styled after actual pitayas), having a goal makes everything so much easier since you know what youre actually working towards! if youre just throwing shit at a wall, you probably wont end up anywhere youre fully satisfied with

#ask

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dgdraws · 5 months ago

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Artfight Postmortem

as you may know, i am prone to reflection on my art and process and progress. herein, i'm gonna navel gaze a bit about artfight 2024.

top line: really enjoyed myself, did a bunch of new things and this was "The Year of Artist Friends" which is spectacular.

i completed 20 attacks this year, including my first ever mass attacks! altogether I drew 28 different characters (incl 4 of my own).

for the first time, I had *users* i wanted to attack, rather than just characters i'd gathered via search or discord. honestly, three years ago when i picked up the stylus i was just excited at the prospect of drawing for other people, period. artfight was a cool way to be in community without prerequisites. i didn't quite dare to dream i might make some real connections and make proper friends. and yet :) here we are! i went in with three 'art friends' and i'm leaving with at least three more

in addition to being the year of artist friends, this could be "the year of clip studio paint was on megasale a week before artfight" because i knocked out like 2 practice pieces before July 1st so i wouldn't be starting with completely unfamiliar tools, but i used/learned csp for the vast majority of my attacks. one i finished in krita (lonnie), and my final attack i only used krita.

definitely trial-by-fired myself! but it motivated me to explore csp, and most important, gave me a reason to practice practice practice. last year i drew almost exclusively humans, lots of full bodys, because i wanted to get a better grip on anatomy and drawing a variety of faces. it worked then, and, well, i think i learned more of csp in one month of artfight than i would have if i was just plodding through my personal projects for 33 days :) *looks at my wip folder with months old files* pretty sure.

ok i'm gonna look at a few faves/standouts now:

came in hot with 0tt0 here! the main brush for this one (froggy pencil) was a mainstay for the whole month. so versatile!!! and lovely texture. this isn't quiiite brat green but this was what made me go, hmm, what if i... did a few pieces inspired by this album i can't stop listening to?

and then i took a huge turn and just used a soft round brush for Desa and Iryna for my dear friend @bobomcfoe bc i really wanted to turn these out in something approaching my "usual style" of late and i feared getting too deep into the temptations of csp if i put them off. and, um, yeah i love them. i got sooo close to matching that angle but ahh i can see the tilt now! nonetheless, love these two, not least bc brookie has some of the most pleasing color palettes to work w :)

then on to Rosé and baby's first vector lines! you can RESIZE lines in csp. did you know that? i didn't know that. i did forget to use it as much as i could have in later ones though, so i still only kinda know it ig. and halftone shading! bc why not? another thing i really only did this once, but want to experiment with more

Rook here, for my new friend @gender-premium-tm, was me realizing how to use filters/filter layers in csp. now THAT is something i used a lot this month! also something i use often in krita. i must say, though the csp options are slightly more limited (afaik), they have oomph!

okay these two are my "explicitly brat pieces"! artfight keeps you moving, which i find really valuable, bc i could have dithered foreverrr over Lonnie's gif here. like, do i add his arm? maybe he should be wearing a shirt? or, what if i just draw him twice, instead of splitting the expressi--see it just never ends. and as i am always going on about, art is so precious bc it is a reflection of us when we make it. maybe for some future artfight i'll redraw this (as Lonnie's artist @wenmistry did for me with Ebon this year), but for july 2024, i'm amazed at how well i executed this for just 2.5 days of work! (i did forget his glasses, which realization gave me a different take on the composition, so this is high on my list of potential redraws)

and then Aagatha. this is in my top 3 for this year. the pink just works so well with the green and her artist added the song to her character playlist AND added the necklace to her actual dnd inventory. like. omg. the impact your art can have!!! how freaking cool is that???

two mass attacks! i was in a silly goofy mood. i feel like i really got a handle on vectors w the anthro mass attack, i adjusted every single point on that one by hand. weird what hyperfocus makes you do sometimes, but i learned a lot from that. mainly that i will probably never user vectors as my main linework tool. there are circumstances it is perfect for, and outside of that i'm good w my raster lines lol

which is exactly what i used for this other mass attack, featuring mostly my ocs. hey, sometimes you need to shake things up! i can see here the style starting to hew back to my "usual style", though i'm thinking that might have a lot to do with drawing 5 people very quickly. falling back on practiced techniques. and by this time i apparently knew csp well enough to reproduce them pretty closely! ooh, one thing this made me miss was the transform tool in krita. that floor was ROUGH to wrestle into place in csp.

purple and green turned up a lot this year!

Echo is my crowning achievement with the froggy pencil, most of the shading here is just layers w that. and one last nod to brat green :)

i've worked in the paper cut style before (both my pfp's use it) but i really exploited csp's clipping layers to make Scraps here. they did make me briefly forget how they work in krita when i switched back, so well done w that

i played with gradient maps a little earlier in the month but for Okanar i actually made my own gradient! really a useful tool for ref'ing real human skin tones to make non-human ones, without muddying them up too much.

finally, Chaos. this actually might be my favorite! ironically this is the one that i made in krita. it was like, ahh, yes my old friend. wait where is the scroll bar. ah, okay, yes my old friend... the line layer is set to burn which just makes the whole thing so warm (and the cause of the red outlines on the earrings). used my old sable brush, a pattern fill set to overlay... my old stomping grounds! but plus a rendering technique i picked up this month and some other random habits i picked up in csp (like copying a detail to a new layer, moving it where i want a copy, and drawing/tracing it back onto the original layer in the new position. nothing i couldn't have been doing in krita all along, but made easier by the tool layout in csp, and therefore now discovered by me. amazing how one integrates new knowledge. it's like magic sometimes!!!)

that was a good roundup! if you actually read this to the end, wow! and thank you! i hope it was interesting... and inspiring! bc i want to read about your process and reflections too! yes you! and plz tag me, i'm always down to gush about art XD

#artfight 2024 #artfight #reflections #ope just realized this tagged you all #soz lol

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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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The Finale - Part 1 [10]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2395

It’s the final chapter (b/c I need to end it all or I’ll go insane)! I hope this ending is satisfactory for you guys… but thank you for all your comments throughout my procrastination of this series, I pushed through thanks to you guys. I did have to end up splitting them in two bc it was way too long for me to finish tonight, tomorrow the next part comes out!

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“Do I want to…kiss your mom?” Rosé repeated slowly, a faint rouge-tinted blush rose to her ears. Of course she does, she always wants to, but in front of Nala? Your daughter, who’s going through your divorce? How would she feel knowing you’re not in love with Jaylyn and like her instead? This was complicated.

Before she could answer though, you're waving your hands around frantically and letting out hurried rambles. “That’s not what she meant! She just— Nala usually just says that when a person finds me likable? You know, it’s...”

“It’s really alright,” Rosé interrupts before addressing Nala. She smiles, “I do. She’s a great person.”

“Yeah, she is! Mommy is amazing!” Nala says before sneezing again. Rosé slides the tissue box over to her, receiving a grateful look from you and a thank you from the little girl.

You sink into the couch cushions, momentarily overwhelmed with that close call. You don’t know how to tell Nala you and Rosé are, as Nala understands how you and Jaylyn were, “together-together.”

For about half an hour, you watch the cartoon Nala had on the tv, scroll on your phone, and talk to them. Then you hear it: a prolonged gasp. A yawn. Someone is getting sleepy.

“Was that a yawn I heard?” You say slowly, inching closer to your daughter with tickle-monster hands. Nala is quick to shake her head and scoot back, “No! It was— it was Rosé!” Said woman looks up from her paper and stops drawing. Confused, she meets your eyes, you shrug.

“Rosé, what? Nala?”

“Rosé yawned first! Rosé infected me—” She whines.

Both of you turn to Rosè, and she catches on quickly. “Oh, yes. I yawned first. I suppose that it passed on to Nala.” Nala nods enthusiastically at her side. You let out a sigh as you lean your head back against the couch. “Okay, I guess you're free…this time.” They laugh at your melodramatics.

You close your eyes for a few moments and listen to their chatter about something random, not bothering to try and catch any of it. Your head snaps back up, and you frown at Rosé after looking at the time on your phone. “Rosé I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the time. It’s late… and I just realized you work tomorrow, don’t you? Aren’t you tired? I didn’t mean to keep you so long…”

She smiles softly at you and shakes her head. “Nonsense. I stayed this long because I chose too. So it’s alright, but I should probably head home now. This was fun.” She sits up on her legs. The paper she was sketching and coloring on was passed to Nala, who gasps. “Mommy look what Rosé drew for me!” In a hurry, she hops onto the couch next to you and shoves the paper into your hands, eager for you to look at it.

It was a scene that looked like it was from a ghibli movie. Different flowers sprouted from a hill, detailed and colored beautifully, and a pretty sky she colored and blended with blues and whites. She drew this all with color pencils too; that’s talent. You grinned at Rosé, “this is pretty good, you sure you don’t want to become an artist?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. When you gave Nala her picture back she dropped off the couch and ran over to Rosé, surprising both of you when she threw her arms around her. “Thank you! I love it!” Rosé hugged her gently, smiling warmly at the little girl, her heart so happy. “You’re welcome Nala.”

After Rosé gathers her stuff, you and Nala walk her to the door. “Why don’t you put your pj’s on Nala? I’ll be upstairs soon, okay?”

“Kayyy,” she drags out, and runs down the hallway and skirts around the corner, presumably to upstairs. You look towards Rosé and roll your eyes good naturedly. “I wonder where all that energy comes fro—” You pause, and tiny footsteps are running back down the hallway. Slightly out of breath Nala squeezes past you to the front of Rosé, “I forgot to say bye,” she heaves, and comically, you wait till she catches her breath. She grabs Rosé’s pants’ leg and looks up to her. “Bye Rosé! Come back soon okay?”

“I will, bye Nala.” And then your daughter is zooming back up the stairs, leaving you two laughing.

Through your laughs, you help her put her coat on, and once she’s all set you lean against the doorframe. “That was…”you begin; your daughter, unintentionally hilarious.

“Entertaining?” She suggests. You shrug. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”

A comfortable silence falls upon you, the two of you content just taking in each other's presence. She takes a step towards you, and you pull her in for a hug. “I’ll see you in a few days,” she says against your hair. You hum against her shoulder, “Thanks for coming over.”

Pulling away, she speaks again. “If anything comes up, call me. I will be there for both of you.” Then, almost shyly, she kisses your lips and says goodbye.

You return to the living room, cleaning up any leftover crayons or colored pencils your daughter might have dropped on the floor before going up to her room. She’s already in her covers, wearing her pajamas. You notice that she already hung up the picture Rosé drew for her on the wall adjacent to her bed, and smiled.

“What do you think about Rosé, baby?” You ask, sitting down next to her after she scoots over and makes some room for you.

Nala looks up, thinking, her lips pursed like a duck. She reaches for a lock of your hair before she answers you, twirling your hair around her small fingers. “Rosé makes mommy smile lots so I like her,” she says, then visibly perks up and looks at the picture hanging on her wall. Her free hand thrusts forward and she points to it, giggling. “She is a good drawer and likes SpongeBob too!”

“Rosé makes mommy smile, so I like her.” It was such a simple sentence but it meant so much to you. You would never have someone around if Nala wasn’t comfortable with them, she comes first, so this made you happy. “Yeah? You make me smile a lot too you know, you’re my—”

“Sunshine!” She interrupts, looking at you expectantly. “Yup! And maybe Rosé will draw you some more pretty pictures in the future and you’ll have a whole wall of them.”

“Mhm…” Nala absentmindedly hums, slumping further into your side and no doubt becoming sleepy from the way you’re massaging her scalp. Her eyelids slip closed and she opens them moments later, each time the duration is longer. Her fingers loosen around the section of your hair she was playing with and her arms slipped to her side. “Sleepy?” You ask, chuckling under your breath when she shakes her head no.

“I think you are,” you whisper, and with cautious movements, you support her head as you slide off the bed, laying it on her pillows. You pull the blanket over her and kiss her forehead, once again making sure she’s tucked in before turning her lamp off.

You return to bed shortly after you check your email and do your hygiene routine, and just as you close your eyes you get a message from Rosé wishing you goodnight to which you respond to with a cute gif.

You fall asleep feeling excited and nervous for tomorrow.

***

Three days later, you and Rosé would meet up with the girls (only Jisoo, Lisa, and Jennie this time) and tell them about your relationship at a Thai restaurant. They were insistent for you all to get together so you thought you might as well break the news. Although everyone seemed to know already, much to your amusement.

“So who asked who first?” Jisoo prompts, sharing not so discreet looks with Jennie and Lisa who look awfully giddy. What are they acting like that for?

“I did.” Rosé answers, earning a groan from Lisa and a shout of excitement from Jennie. You smile, not super focused on the conversation because you and her hands are intertwined underneath the table, and she rubs calming circles on your skin.

“I won! I won! I told you!” Jennie practically shouts, her fist hitting the table as a wide smile showing her gums appears. Rosé scolds her, you’re all in a public place after all, and she’s attracting unwanted attention.

Lisa turns to you, almost pleading, “Is that right?” She asks, hoping that you don’t agree and it’s just a joke of Rosé’s.

You nod, recalling that day. “That’s true, she asked.”

Lisa sighs, dragging her hands down her face. Jennie taps her on the shoulder. “Pay up woman, you heard her. It’s fair and square.” Jennie seems to be getting a kick out of this.

Finally putting their reactions together, you come to the realization. “You guys made a bet on us?” You ask, amused at their antics.

“Yes, yes we did. And I won, so hand it over Lisa!” Jennie all but shoves her hand out, palm outstretched to the sky as she looks at her wife expectantly. Lisa rolls her eyes before pulling out a £50 banknote and slapping in Jennie’s hand. Jennie looks absolutely smug and Lisa shoves her playfully, turning to you. “You owe me £50 (Y/ln), I really thought you were going to ask her out first.” Lisa grumbles jokingly.

“I’m sorry for your loss, but maybe you’ll get that £50 back one day.” You say, and everyone laughs.

“So, now that that's settled, what are you two going to do now?” Jisoo speaks up. Everyone turns their attention to her, she takes a sip of water from her cup before she continues. “We were planning on going out to eat with Naeyeon later, you guys should join us if you have nothing planned.”

“That sounds—“ You began, only to be interrupted by Rosé. She puts her hand at the small of your back. “Thank you, Jisoo, but we have some plans.”

“We do?” You whisper dumbly, turning to face her.

“Yes. I want to take you and Nala on a date if you don’t have other plans, if that’s okay?”

“Really?” You’re sure that cheesy smile is growing on your face but heck, you can’t deny you are feeling excited. “That sounds great, Rosé.”

Rosé and you picked up Nala from after school activities.

“Hi!”

“Hi sunshine.” “Hi Nala.” You both greet, and then walk back to the car, where you parked across the street, Nala’s hand in holding one of yours and one of Rosé’s as she tells you about school. (She’ll pretend this moment doesn’t mean the world to her.) You help Nala get strapped in her car seat while Rosé waits patiently in the driver seat.

“Where are we going?” Nala asks when the car starts moving.

“It’s a surprise.” Rosé answers.

“Ohhh…I like surprises.”

“You do?”

“Yup!”

“Good, then you’ll like where we’re going.” She hopes.

Besides you and Rosé talking about what not, it’s quiet except for the slight hum of the car’s engine, until Nala speaks up. “Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” You respond, despite not knowing where Rosé plans to take you two either, hoping to quell your daughter’s growing impatience. She didn’t stay patient for long after that, asking once again thirteen minutes later.

“Are we there now?”

“We are,” Rosé says, pulling into a parking lot. You’re really curious to where this is going. There’s nothing eye-catching in sight except a small building, the small sign appearing legible the closer you get. That’s where she leads you.

Turns out it was a hidden gem in the city: “Kaao Pottery.”

“Hello, how are you, Mary?” Rosé greets the elderly woman at the front desk with a kind smile upon walking in. The old woman’s face visibly brightens upon seeing her, and she greets her back enthusiastically. “Rosé! It's good to see you. I'm doing well, my grandkids are out today so it’s just me and my husband. What can I do for you and your friends today?” She asks, noticing Rosé is not alone. You and Nala look around curiously at the small trinkets and pieces of art on the shelves displayed, completely awed.

“That’s good. I’d like to rent two throwing wheels for a couple hours, and paint what we make.”

The old woman nods. “Do you need mentored?”

“No. I’ll teach them.”With that Rosé takes you over to one of the sections of the building. The sections are similar, each section has a wooden table (for painting your art after it’s shaped and out in the kiln), a kiln, coat hanger, and two pottery wheels. The table has an assortment of paints and glazes along with different sized brushes and tools.

“Do you come here a lot?” You ask curiously, taking off Nala’s coat.

“I do. I like to come here and make things when I’m in need of a break.” Rosé says as she takes your coats and hangs them up. “It helps me feel productive, so I find myself here a lot. I like to try my hand at making different things each time, and I thought it’d be fun sharing something I like to do with you.”

Next to your pottery wheels hangs navy aprons of different sizes. First she takes one of the child sized ones and helps Nala put her head through the neck area and ties the back. “All good?” She asks and Nala gives her a little twirl, “Yup!”

She smiles. “Great,” now, turning to you, she gestures to the other apron in her hand. “Would you like me to help you as well?” You nod, and she places a hand on your waist, to move past you and go behind you, her hands flutter down your back, tying the loops securely and she squeezes your hip when she’s done, facing you with a grin. “There, all nice and secure.”

You chuckle, face irrationally warm. “Thanks, Rosé.”

“What are we doin’ now momma? What’s that?” Nala tugs on your pants, pointing to the pottery wheels. “I’m not sure baby,” You humor, turning to Rosé.

“We’re going to make planters or vases.”

(There's a perfectly logical explanation to this.)

“Okay!”

Would you like to continue?

#biscuitblinkeu #fanfic #blackpink x reader #blackpink #fem reader #rosé x reader #rosé x fem!reader #park chaeyoung x reader #park chaeyoung x fem!reader #Unlawful.biscuit

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ultralightpoe · 1 year ago

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Maroon - Ethan Landry

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 4930

Warnings: stab, cussing and all that jazz.

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

“Jesus, I didn’t even know how much incense you had been burning.” Ethan laughs, admiring the stain on his shirt caused by the incense powder left. A blue contrast to the pure white.

“Who wears a white cleaning shirt?!” You laugh, leaning over to pour him another glass of wine, your face heated from the alcohol and laughter.

“How was I supposed to know that it would stain?” His face falls into one of confused shock that has you keeling over from laughing so hard. “What is so funny? You should be worried about your lungs! Sure you don’t smoke but -THAT- cannot be healthy.”

“Incense are calming.” You defend, shrugging off his pointing. “And sage helps clean out dark energies.”

“You are so stressed and filled with dark energy that you are risking your lungs?” He raises a skeptical eyebrow then, watching you closely.

“I don’t know, lately there is something just…..off.” Your face falls then, your heartbeat slowing down as you blink at him. For a moment you can only stare, and he seems to get nervous under it, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“Let’s get off the floor, yeah?” He reaches under your arms to draw you up, keeping a tight hold on your waist as he avoids eye contact.

You sat, eyes casting all around the room in anxiety, as you waited for the class to start. You were having a really off day, and you just wanted it to be better but you were stuck attending class. The ringing in your ears seemed to get worse the more people stared, your pen tapping obnoxiously as you did your best to ignore everyone.

“You okay?” Someone asks, a light touch at your shoulder that is immediately snatched away as you peer up to the person that had asked. Being met with the nervous face of Ethan Landry, your seat neighbor, as he tried to fix his hair. “You seem off today.”

“You would laugh if I told you.”

“Try me.” He smiles, sitting next to you and pulling out his school work.

“Well… the candle I lit this morning died out.”

“Okay? You ran out of wax?”

“That’s the thing, it died right after I lit it. No breeze, still a lot of wick and wax. It just died out.”

“So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know but it’s bad luck.”

“Well…..” He gets quiet for a moment before smiling and reaching into his bag and pulling out lighter before grabbing a sticky note. “Let’s try this.”

He scribbles down ‘bad luck’ on the sticky note, catching it on fire and smiling. “We are burning away the bad luck.”

“I don’t think that is how it works…” You smile.

“Worth a shot, plus you smiled.” He turns to where the teacher is entering now, blowing out the fire on the sticky note and leaving you to smile to yourself the rest of the class.

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

“How did we end up on the floor anyway?” You laugh, taking a moment to stretch your legs before breaking from his hold and shuffling to the other side where the glasses still sat. You feel him shuffle closer as well, his hand finding your own .

“Your roommate’s cheap wine.”

“Do you have to get back?” You turn to lean your head on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapping around you.

You had met Ethan the first month of college, and the both of you had gotten attache way too quickly. You were regarded as a ‘witch’ to your classmates, they mocked you as they passed, pretending they were scared of you casting spells upon them . You had always laughed, not really thinking it was big enough to defend yourself.

Sure, you believed in auras and sage or candle magic, but you never tried to summon the devil. You just believed that there were ways of life, yours was praying to mother nature and leaving salt at your windows.

Ethan was….. Sweet and wonderful. He never said mean things to anyone, and carried himself nervously. He was like sweet caramel in fall, and you fell hard.

That being said, you were always fearing his departure, especially lately.

“I do, Chad wanted help with his econ.” He mumbles, leaning down to press your foreheads together and breathe you in. “You’ll be okay here?”

“Oh, yes.” You sigh, smiling a bit as you know you are about to be dramatic. “I guess I will be fine here, all by myself with the dark energy that I am pretty sure is a demon latched onto my roommates childhood stuffy. Let the demons come to get me, I guess.”

“Oh…..sad.” He pretends to mourn before smiling wide. “But I’m young, I’ll move on.”

“You sucker!” You scoff, slapping his shoulder. “Now go, before I make you stay.”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away to grab his sweater and backpack. “See you tomorrow morning?”

“Of course.” You sneak one more kiss in before allowing him to head out, the second he is gone you shuffle to the shelf you keep by your bed, smiling at the photo of you and Ethan as you drag your Tarot deck out.

You wouldn’t ever admit it but you were sure something was going to happen soon, everytime you rolled a deck you ended up pulling the tower card. And that was never good.

“Hmmmm, what is that smell?” Ethan asks, hugging you tightly and breathing you in. “Oranges and…”

“Frankincense with a hint of rosemary. My own brew.” You smile, giggling when he sticks his nose right on your neck. “You want some?”

“What does it do?”

“Good luck, safety.” You smile, grabbing the bottle you made that morning and rubbing some of the oil on his pressure points. He lets you, smiling like a dope as you work. “Some people believe that growing Rosemary at your gates is a harness of protection.”

“And you?”

“Believe it wholeheartedly.” You admit, trying not to laugh. “So in my class we have to interview someone that has ‘survived a trauma’, right?”

“Yeah?”

“And everyone was talking about everyone they wanted to interview. But Jason Carvey..get this-” Just as he always does Ethan turns to give you his whole attention, something that makes your chest explode each time. “He started talking about that Tara girl your roommate hangs out with. Then when I asked him about it he told me to go hide in a cave and curse myself.”

“Curse yourself?”

“Then flipped me off! Like he was in elementary school!” You laugh, putting the oil back in your bag before turning your attention to the board. “He’s such a child.”

“He’ll regret it one day. Karma is a pain.”

And I chose you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

“You decide on a costume yet?” Sam asks, side eyeing you a bit as you try to keep your cool in her hallway. You never really had a lot of female friends, and it always seemed that Ethan’s friends didn’t really like you, the only one that bothered to acknowledge you when you came over was Tara’s older sister who seemed to always pick up on your anxiety.

“Yes, actually. I am going to be Ted Lasso. My roommate is going as Beard.”

“From a show?”

“Yeah, we watch it together every thursday. How about you?”

“Not a Halloween person.”

“Who is not a Halloween person?” Ethan asks, swinging around the corner with a slight smile as he reaches for you. Within moments you relax into his touch, smiling as he kisses your cheek. “Gave Chad and Tara the notes. We can go get lunch now.”

“Great, thank you so much for the water Sam.” You smile, setting the glass down as Ethan waves and drags you off.

“You were actually talking to her.” Ethan points out, keeping an arm around you as you both walk down the sidewalk. “She nice to you?”

“As nice as she can be. I don’t think she likes me but she at least tries.” You shrug, smiling when he turns you both to your favorite place to eat. “None of your friends like me.”

“I barely think they like me, only Chad really.” He laughs, doing his best to play off his own anger. You knew it well by now, he was one of the sweetest people you knew but he got angry and quiet sometimes. Normally he smiled it off, trying his best to pretend nothing was wrong.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He lies, leaning down to kiss you. “Everything is fine.”

- -

Your boyfriend looked around your room with curious eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. You stood in the doorway, fiddling with your nails as you watched him. This was the first time he had come to your apartments, and you were more than nervous.

“What’s this card mean?”

“Oh, that’s bad card….well normally. It really depends, but tower means doom normally.” You mutter, watching him move closer to your record player. “Ah, Stevie nicks…Taylor Swift… Abba?”

“I like upbeat sometimes.” “Wanna dance?”

You hesitate for a moment, watching him before shrugging, moving closer as he chooses a vinyl to play, the sound of Taylor Swift fills the room, his other hand flying out to grab you softly. The wine he was holding sloshes a bit when he slips, drawing a gasp from him and a laugh from you. “I am so sorry-”

“I am fine. Just a dress.” You mumble, setting both your cups down before letting him pull you to the center of your room. You both dance easily, giggling between each other whenever one of you trips.

“I’m really glad I met you.” You whisper, hugging him tightly.

“Right back to you. You make life better.”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Ethan stuck close to your side Halloween morning, clinging to you as tried to get ready. Your roommate, who hated Halloween, sat on your couch in the living room trying to convince both of you not to go out.

“And your cards?! What bout that tower card you keep pulling?!” She cries, stuffing her face with grapes as you search for your heels.

“Tower? That was the one that meant doom, right?” Ethan asks, dragging his attention between the two of you, the cardboard vest he wore duct taped tightly.

“No!” Lie. “Nothing is wrong, we are all going to go out and have fun. Yeah?”

You were determined to have a good night, since Mindy had invited you to come with when he heard that your roommate bailed. “It’s going to be grand.”

You just wanted to impress his friends, so you grabbed your eyelash glue and placed some on the mustache you had bought for the ted lasso costume, trying not to shake. “Do you think I should have dressed….”

“Your costume is amazing.” Ethan is quick to correct, peeling himself off of you to sneak over and see what your roommate was turning on the tv. “What is that?”

“Global warming.” Your roommate snaps, turning to glare at him before she hears something and snaps her head to see the window.

“You going to be okay here?” You ask, waiting for the glue to dry as you watch her.

“I am going to be great. Mind your own business.” She mumbles defensively, getting up to hug you and dash to her room.

“Okay, ready?” You ask, sticking the mustache on your face and smiling at him. “Wait…. You ready?”

Your voice slips into a smooth southern accent like Ted Lasso, watching him smile. “Let’s go.”

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!” You laugh, snagging your phone from the table. “It’s Mindy!”

“What? Why?” Ethan asks, wing sauce all over his face as he stares at you in a panic, your shouting making his heart race.

“She…. she is inviting me out with you guys tomorrow! To the party!” You squeal, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “She wants me to come hang out.,...... she must think I’m kinda cool!”

“You are more than kinda cool, you know.” He laughs, watching you with a smile. “To me you are the coolest person I know.”

“You have to say that, I kiss you.” You laugh, dashing to show your roommate the text.

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbin' with your head in your hands

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

Things had not gone as you thought they would. Not in the slightest.

You had gone from wearing a fake mustache to that same wine shirt you had once danced in with Ethan, the wine stain still covering the heart as you watched everyone around you. Your face was tear streaked, blood running down your face as Chad leans to snap you out of it. “You okay?”

“No.” You answer bluntly, doing your best not to throw up. “Anika….”

“Don’t look-” As if she knew you were turning to stare down the alley Sam appears and blocks your path. “Don’t.”

“Scarface dude was strong, and Quinn-”

“Ghostface.” Mindy laughs, drawing your attention to her bitter expression. “You were close though.”

“Does it matter, the prick-”

“Y/N!” Ethan calls, and you spot him dash through the crowd, hearing Chad mutter out a ‘hell no’ before turning to shove him back.

They snap at each other for a moment, Ethan casting a look to you every once in a while as you go through the events of the night. Before you know it his hands are on your jaw, pulling your attention as he cradles your face. “Look at me, are you okay?”

“That was crazy, Ethan he just-”

“I know. Breathe.” He mumbles, pulling you in so you can sob. After a couple minutes he pulls back, reaching into his bag for the essential oil you had mixed together. “Safety and calmness….right?”

“Yeah.” You sniffle, hands shaking as you reach for it while he pulls out your ointment.

“For the cut on your thigh.” He explains, setting it next to you before he moves back to Chad since his roommate couldn’t stop glaring.

You smile, loving the fact that he remembered all the healing you explained to him before your heart drops and you slowly process.

You were wearing a blanket over your lap, Ethan hadn’t been there. How the fuck did he know you were cut on your thigh?

A scream tears through your throat when Quinns door bursts open, blood going everywhere as her body flies to you and Anika.

Ethan had left you here with everyone while he went to class……well more of Anika demanded you stay so you would be safe rather than at your apartment.

Her body hits you both as you look to her feet where she seems to catch her own fall on the floor, making you stop for a moment before the masked figure is after you. Another scream tears through your lungs and you snatch Anikas hand to move out of the way only for him to go for Mindy.

A moment of chaos ensues as everyone fends for survival, you grabbing the lamp from the side table and throwing it as hard as you can as the assailant tears their knife through Anika.

“OH MY GOD-” You scream, watching the blood pour from her as the figure slashes you back, hitting your thigh harshly while you struggle to get to Ani. Pain flashes through you as the figure grabs your arm and throws you to the side, your rib catching on the knife.

Sam is quick to snatch you off the floor, keeping you close as she goes through Quinns room, only to find the body in the bath.

“IMGONNAPUKE-” You call as Mindy pulls Anika in.

“Hold it in.” Sam breathes out, trying to figure out what to do when someone across the way calls her.

“I got you baby!” The man calls, pulling a ladder for them to climb across. “I GOT YOU!”

You push Sam to go first, trying not to be sick, then Mindy. You pull Ani to the ladder, trying to get her to go across.

“No no no. You go.”

“Anika, I’m barely bleeding. If I am behind you then I can get you across. Come on.” You mutter, pushing her through the window so you can follow. Your heart is racing through your chest, and your hands are shaking so bad you think you are gonna fall anyways.

“Y/n.” Anika sobs, and you look up to see her already staring behind you, when you turn you see the figure lurking at the window.

The head tilts, and the hands grab the end of the ladder, before you know it the ladder starts shaking. It goes from side to side, and when you take a hand off to go help Ani you lean too far and find yourself slipping off, screaming out as you tighten your arm around, your shoulder burning out harshly.

You can see as Ani falls, hanging from the ladder as everyone screams for you. For a moment you debate it, it would be better if you died like this right? Better than the knife.

But then Sam is reaching out, and you snap back in.

You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

I feel you no matter what

The rubies that I gave up

Three days ago you were dancing happily to Fleetwood Mac in your hallway, today you were staring at the history of Ghostface past, blinking at the old T.V. that looked completely fucked up, seeing Ethan approach from the reflection.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” You answer, leaning forward to read the description. “Actually yeah, because I just want to think this all through.”

“Yeah-”

“You miss a day of class, I don’t hear from you and when I do you say you have been with this group the whole time, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“Then you go to class and two people die…..three people. Naked guy in the bathtub was dead.”

“Okay?” He seems to get defensive then, straightening up a bit as he watches you and you catch on to that.

“Just…. I thought for a second who would be told if I died. You know?” He nods then as you try to come up with the words. “Who would be notified for you? Your sister?”

“I don’t have a sister.” He laughs, a red tint climbing his neck.

“Right…. yeah. “

“If you die, I will make sure the entire world knows about you. But I refuse to let you die.” He smiles, leaning to kiss you.

“But you don’t really have a say… you know?” You smile, trying to play off the bile rising in your stomach.

“Y/n….?” He asks, something crossing his face before the woman in the purple suit grabs your attention by snapping her fingers at you two.

“Do you have any siblings?” You ask, looking around the room for your bra as he lays in his dorm bed watching you with a wide smile.

“I do. A sister.” He mumbles, leaning up to catch your hand and pull you in for a kiss. “Stay, please?”

“Chad will be back soon…..” You mumble, hugging him close. “You close with your parents?”

“My mom left about a year ago, but I’m close with my dad and sister. I can tell him you are here and make him sleep at his sisters dorm…” He is so warm, pulling you back into the bed as you giggle.

“Pets.”

“No.”

“Do you miss your mom?”

“No.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You wake up a couple hours later, wrapped tightly in the comforter as Ethan keeps you covered, Chad snoring loudly on the other side of the room. You don’t stay awake for long, the heat coming from Ethan pulling you back into another deep sleep.

And I lost you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

“I can’t believe you would do this,” You sob, limping across the stage of the theater. You had more stab wounds than you ever thought possible, and now you stared at Ethan in a ghostface getup, tears streaming down your face.

Kirbie laid odd on the floor not too far off, where Ethan's father had killed her. He smiles softly, shrugging a bit with a bashful ease. “Baby-”

“DON’T!”

It had been Quinn that stabbed you, three times, and you were sure you were going to die here but that didn’t matter. Not with the burning in your heart.

“Just listen-” He pleas, moving to walk forward.

“BACK THE FUCK UP!” You scream, holding the bat tighter, ready to hit him at any chance. “I swear to god Ethan-”

“You love me! You won’t hurt me because you love me-”

“LOVED!”

“You don’t mean that, baby, you don’t mean it.” He mutters, stepping forward only to step back when you swing the bat.

“I mean it. I defin-” A scream rips through you as pain shoots from your side, Ethan screaming out and dashing for you as you fall to the stage floor.

Quinn stands over you, a knife gleaming with blood……your blood.

“We agreed not her-”

“WE HAVE TO- NO WITNESSES-” She screams as Ethan moves to cover you, your body relaxing under the pain, a warmth crossing you as tears fall from your cheeks. That’s when you spot her, coming to help you, covered in blood and tears streaks down her own face as Tara swings something at Quinn.

But you are already slipping from reality.

“Witch.” One of your classmates coughs, laughing when you look his way.

“It doesn’t even make sense.” Ethan sighs, watching your face fall at the diss. “Witches have always had a strong impact in history. They just think they have a good diss because……well I have no clue because it is stupid.”

You smile, looking over to the kid that has sat next to you the past week.

“Ethan? Right?”

“Ethan Landry, yeah. And you are Y/n L/n.”

“Yeah,”

“It’s great to meet you.” He blushes, nodding his head. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you since I saw you, I just haven’t found a good starter and-”

“It’s great to meet you too. You want to get coffee?”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

Suddenly it all seemed like a joke, right before his eyes Ethan can see everything his family has worked for crumble. He keeps his hands on your wounds, not that it would matter with the amount of blood you were losing.

But he had to try.

You meant way too much to him not to.

This hadn’t been planned, he thought it would be easy to do this for his father. But then he met you and things began falling apart. He went from trying to take down the friend group to only being able to think about you.

“Y/n, come on….. Come on please.” He cries, hearing screams and stabbing noises behind him. “Please please please.”

He was begging someone who couldn’t even hear him, but he needed you to hear him. He needed you to make it.

“Please please please-”

“ETHAN!” His father calls, and his gaze snatches to where his father now stood. “LET’S GO!”

“Ican’tleaveher.” He breathes out, his breath snatching. “PLEASE!”

He doesn’t get to keep arguing, the flash of a knife filling his vision as a ghostface comes out and slashes at him.

Ethan Landry could not believe his luck, watching the girl in front of him with wide eyes as she settles into the coffee shop seat, hands wrapped around the cup while she smiles at him. He can’t breathe but can’t seem to stop breathing in the wonderful scent she is wearing.

He thinks of something to say, anything to say that would make him seem cool but he can’t seem to come up with anything. Please, he just needs something to impress you with, anything.

“You like coffee then?” He asks, watching your face pull into a smile that has his heart melting. His phone rings in his back pocket and he knows it would be his father wondering where he was, but he can’t seem to care.

He just wanted to make you smile.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

You wake up a couple months later to the sound of your class alarm, your heart racing as you lean up, tears still slipping down your cheeks from your dreams. Your daily routine doing nothing to stop the thoughts of him as you got ready.

The scars reminded you of him, the songs and the oils and the sage. Everything reminded you of him, and if you had a day where he hadn’t snuck into your mind the world took it upon themselves to remind you of him. He was there, haunting you.

You think back to the day he helped clean your vinyl collection of incense, talking to him about the dark energy that had led you to saging your apartment so many times. A bitter laugh creeps up your throat as you think how much you sage now, from the second you open your eyes to the second you fall asleep you cover yourself in Sage.

No more messing around.

You get dressed, limping to the living room of your new apartment where your roommate already stood.

“You okay?” She asked every morning, and the answer never changed.

“Fine.” You mumble, ignoring the look she gives you.

Even dead he haunted you, and you couldn’t figure out how to move on.

The hospital room smells like death, well at least to you.

Peeking your eyes open, flinching from the light, as you try to look around the room and ignore the dark energy that surrounds it.

“Y/n?” Your roommate calls, catching your attention to where she sat, leaning to check your forehead. “Hey, easy. It’s going to be okay.”

“Is he dead?” You ask, tears welling in your eyes as you watch her closely.

“.......Yes.”

“Okay.” There isn’t much more to say after that, trying to keep contained as you turn to the wall in the room. “Okay..”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)

The news channels called you a final girl, and tweets showed that hundreds of men thought you were perfect final girl material as ironic as it is. But you always thought it was a laugh in the face.

You follow Chad through the hall, ignoring the whispers around you as you listen to the trial update, hearing Gale Weathers testimony. She had survived, barely, and now told the world everyone's stories so they could go back to living their own lives.

Not that you had much of a life since…..him.

You found yourself staring at the evidence shown, the bloody shirt you had worn that night. The wine stain was barely seen now, the rest of the shirt dark red.

You had to stop yourself from getting sick, remembering the night with Ethan dancing in that shirt.

Nothing would ever be the same now.

It was maroon

6 months after the trial you find yourself sitting on your living room floor with Taylor Swift blasting in your phone speaker as your friends did her own makeup a couple steps away, humming as you focused on your gemstones.

“I cannot believe we are about to see Taylor Swift in person!” She smiles, and you can’t help but smile as well.

“I hope she plays You Belong with me- hey- knockit off!” You laugh, turning to see her stealing your liner.

When she snatches it you have to reach into your makeup bag, pulling out a picture of you and Ethan that you had shoved in there awhile ago.

Your heart stops at the photo, staring at it for a second before shoving it back in, not quite ready to throw it out and not ready to enjoy the memory. Forever haunted.

(I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight)

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HIRAETH CH-1

MDNI

Chapter two

Home. That's a word Song Nari never truly understood. She never had someone to call home, or somewhere that felt like home. No backup safety, no supportive family, just herself and her friends.

Barely having enough money to pay for her cigarette addiction along with drowning myself in alcohol, paying rent and don't even get started on buying food.

Sighing, Nari reaches into her draw and pulls out a half empty pack of Marlboro. Living alone now, atleast She don't have to deal with they nagging of Rosé, Jennie and Felix, her siblings telling her to stop smoking.

She lights up the cigarette, opening up the apartment window and stares out at the city below, which is still rumbling with life. People of all backgrounds out on the streets, some homeless, some partying, some running off to do a late night business meeting.

She never had a good life, even from the beginning. Her parents were constantly fighting with each other. The abuse she went through both mentally and physically was utter torture.

When she got her soulmarks on her fourteenth birthday, her father tried his best to get rid of them. Bleach and blades were used to cover up all seven marks that settled deep on her stomach. Each one distinct and unique from one another, her own mark, a small snowflake was circled by the rest, in a protective but symbolic carving of her own fate.

Her father hated the idea that he didn't have control over one final aspect in his daughters life. From that day, the beatings got periodically worse.

Two years later, Nari took her three younger siblings and ran. Stealing just enough money to settle herself in a small apartment at the mere age of sixteen, where the four of them lived for four years, in hiding from their parents.

That never changed, although miles and miles away from their family home, they could never truly stop hiding. Nari knew they were being hunted, and as the oldest and knew that she needed to protect them, and so she did.

She worked for them, giving them money every week, even though they seemed to be doing better then she was financially, Nari still gave them money every week without fail, just to be sure that they would be safe and healthy.

But now time was going on, and with each and everyday it got harder to keep up with rent, harder to pay the bills, harder to get food, harder to keep on going.

Nari began to struggle once again. Like years ago, she was drowning in her own mental health, feeling no escape, turning back into the bad habits she once swore to quit.

Cigarettes and booze became a daily thing, while cutting down on food to save herself some money got herself in trouble with not only her siblings, but the landlord aswell.

Two years ago Nari got a job with Min Ko, an secret strip club. For legal reasons, it definitely was not a strip club. But it was definitely a strip club.

Although she didn't strip herself, so to say. Most of her closest friends there did. She worked the bar, serving drinks, wearing the shortest and tightest clothes, basically selling herself for tips.

Occasionally you'd get the men and women in their early twenties wasting the occasional won, then you'd have rich Middle Ages men throwing thousands at them, for doing basically nothing. Not that they'd complain. Most of the men and women there needed the cash. Especially Nari.

"Are you okay?" Nari asked one of the newly employed girls, who she earlier learnt only just turned 18. She noddles slowly, although clearly her body said the opposite.

"Just because it's your job, doesn't mean you can't say no." Nari comforted, placing a reassuring hand on the girls back.

"I just felt so dirty Nari, the way he touched me. He didn't even ask first."

"Sit down, let me get you some water." Nari said, gesturing over to one of the staff couches, in the staffs sit down area. "Men are pigs. They all crave sex. But it's up to you to stick up for yourself and say no. If they don't stop, you kick them right in their balls, and tell them to fuck off."

The younger girl laughed, collecting the water that Nari just fixed up for her.

"It's hard when there is lots of them all at once."

Nari sighed, fixing herself a glass of water at the same time, "Lisa, you're a beautiful girl. Some day you won't need to be here anymore. You'll meet your soulmate, and money won't be a worry." She combed back a lose piece of the girls hair, tucking it behind her ear. "What do you want to do in the future?" Nari asked softly, "because I don't think you want to do this for the rest of your life."

Lisa smiled, looking down at her hands which cupped the glass of water, she took a sip quickly, "I want to be a singer." She sighed," I know that sounds a bit far fetched, but I auditioned last year, but I was too young, so they told me to try again this year," she smiled a little, "I'm only working here to survive. Living is so expensive, I need to buy food, clothes, travel expenses, you know." Her smile quickly disappeared, "it's hard."

Nari nodded, agreeing with what she just said. "How much is your rent?"

"400 a month, but I can afford it," she looked off to the side. Clearly a lie.

Nari sighed, turning to grab her bag from the hook behind her, which was full of the money she earned for the night. She gathered up 400 which she was going to use to pay her own rent, but instead put it in Lisa's hands.

"I can't take this. T-this is your money!" Lisa's eyes widened as she pushed the money back into Nari's hands.

"Take it. Or it's just going to go on the floor."

Lisa sighed, "thankyou so much."

"Go home, get some rest. You need it. I'll have a talk with Soomin, and let him know the situation."

Lisa nodded, bowing politely before grabbing her belongings and leaving the building.

"You keep sending my staff home Nari."

The stern voice caught the girl off guard, she quickly turned to see her boss, Soomin. A cruel, but genius man standing by the door frame.

"She needed to go home. Besides she's not even legal age." Nari states, giving off a 'I don't give a fuck' vibe, except she was terrified of not only losing her job, but her dignity to the man behind her. He would do it. He had no guilt. He slaved these women into sexual favors for a "promotion" and had no hard time firing them after he finished using them.

"You know, pretty soon I'm going to run out of whores, and eventually you're going to have to take their place."

He slowly made his way behind Nari, pushing into her behind as he grabbed her by the hips. Nari quickly turned around pushing him off of her. "I am not a toy. And neither are those girls. You treat us with respect." She spat with narrowed eyes. "Don't fucking touch me again."

Just as she began to storm off to get back to work, she stopped in her tracks when he continued on berating her.

"You know your little sisters aren't that bad looking, the club could use whores like them." He chuckled, "I know they need the money." He grinned at Nari, who wasn't facing him. "You wouldn't want that now would you?"

Nari's temper got worse by the second, the more he kept talking the more hate she felt for him. "What do you want."

"In the past four months you have gotten seven of my girls to quit. You need to take over their job. Times it by seven, and we'll be equal."

Nari turned silent. "I'll work extra shifts."

"That's not what I mean," Soomin said, his mouth forming a straight and intimidating frown. "From now on you will strip for our clients. For the same amount you're on now."

"Fuck off," Nari scowled, "I have dignity, unlike those poor girls yoy blackmailed into doing this shit. I could get you in prison, you know."

"And I could get your family killed. What's your point?"

"Stop bringing up my fucking family."

Soomin smiled, "go into the back, change into the outfit Lisa left, and get your ass on the stage."

!NOT PROOF READ! MAY UPDATE AND CHANGE THINGS!

#bts x reader #bts soulmate au #bts fic

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thilsworld · 2 months ago

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[Oct 18th 2024]

Just once can I remember to write here every day for at least 1 week in a row? Probably not lol

A while ago a bunch of kpop albums arrived at my place that I had ordered with online friends together to save on shipping, and now that everything has been unboxed and sorted I finally got to packing everyone's items. Idk why, but I just love packaging things. It's very peaceful.

I also got an email from my goverment appointed youth guidance person for disability aid. Since I'm currently unable to work we had talked about me doing something like a volunteering gig or a weekly activity at a community center or something of the sort. Turns out a community center a little bit away from me is starting a weekly creative space for people with disabilities or mental health issues who want to engage with other people in a safe space under guidance. And since I love to paint and draw, my goverment person thought this was perfect for me so she sent me info about it. And well... It IS perfect for me. Hopefully.

In 2 weeks I'm gonna find out if it really is cause I'll meet with the person organising it to see if they can offer what I'm looking for. I'm really nervous but also very excited. It's getting a bit lonely at home with just my mom and only seeing a friend once every few months. I need something to leave the house for.

Speaking of leaving the house, I actually went to an aquarium 2 days ago! I've been recovering from the exhaustion ever since I got back which is why I haven't written about it yet. I'll probably sit down and write about it tomorrow. If I remember 🤭

For now here's 2 pictures from 2 days ago:

Okay time for 3 positive things about today!

My mom made freshly baked pizza for dinner!

After lunch Storm came to sit on my lap and started kneading on my sweater while purring like crazy 🥺

A singer that I really like, Rosé, dropped a new song with Bruno Mars and it's so much fun. Go check out Apt! I'm gonna link it in the post for you

#it's actually my birthday in a few days #I'm gonna be 24 soon #mid life crisis? maybe #obviously not midlife #but I feel old #okay now some actual tags #dear diary #diary #life update #Spotify

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adenei · 2 years ago

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Maroon

Second and Final Submission for the Debut/Midnights Era of @cruelsummer-ficfest !!

Song: Maroon

Album: Midnights

Ship: Romione

Summary: DH Missing Moment/Slight Canon Divergence. In the darkest days of the mission, Hermione must find a way to move forward, to keep fighting. Ron is gone, but she finds solace in his memories and the smell of his sweater to help her get through the sleepless nights.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

—-

Of all the colors Ron Weasley brought to her life, it’s the reds that stand out the most.

His hair, of course, and the Gryffindor scarlet that dominated so much of their wardrobes over the past six years. The dark pink that starts at his ears and spreads from there when he’s even the least bit embarrassed. The awful burgundy dress robes he wore to the Yule Ball.

Then there’s the metaphorical reds of anger and affection that she feels for him, sometimes simultaneously. Pretty much always simultaneously since the night he left.

But it’s one particularly technicolor night that haunts her now that he’s gone, leaving nothing behind but a warm woolen jumper and a hole in her heart.

Harry had already gone to bed, so it was just the two of them, alone in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place playing an ill-advised drinking game with a cheap bottle of Muggle wine that Seamus had gotten from Merlin-knew-where, that had somehow made it home in Ron’s trunk and then somehow into the beaded bag Hermione had packed for the mission.

There were any number of more productive things they could have been doing instead, but planning for the Ministry break-in had stalled, and Hermione wanted to think about something else for a night. Anything else. And Ron had suggested a game.

They were sitting on the floor—neither of them could quite articulate how that had happened either, though Hermione suspected the rosé—and she had plopped her feet into his lap about three drinks ago, when she was already about three drinks beyond caring how the gesture would be perceived.

Ron’s thumb had managed to find the one sliver of skin that was exposed on Hermione’s ankle between the top of her socks and the bottom of her leggings, and the rhythmic caress as he pondered his next challenge had lit every nerve ending in her body on fire.

“Okay, would you rather…have detention with Snape every day for a month, or spend every Christmas with Filch for the next five years?” Hermione shook her head and emptied her glass, an obnoxious crystal goblet with the Black family crest that they’d pulled out of a cupboard for the occasion, and Ron laughed at her response. “You can’t just drink on every question.”

“Sure I can,” Hermione argued. “It’s right there in the rules.”

“You and your damn rules.”

Ron took a swig straight from the bottle before reaching over to give Hermione a refill. He poured until the frosty pink liquid sloshed over the rim of Hermione’s cup and splashed onto her t-shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry.” Ron made a quick grab for his wand and aimed it at the wet spot, but paused as he took her in. “Is that my shirt?”

Hermione smirked. “I stole it from you in fifth year, and you’ve just now noticed?” The golden yellow Gryffindor Quidditch shirt couldn’t have fit him for more than a week after he got it, as fast as he was growing that year, and she’d had no qualms about taking it from his trunk.

“Is this a habit you have, then?” Ron asked with a laugh as he siphoned up the wine with his wand. “Stealing my clothes?”

“Maybe. Is that a problem?”

Their eyes locked and the teasing mood faded as Hermione realized just how close they were. She caught the flicker of Ron’s gaze to her lips just an instant before he leaned in and kissed her.

There had been no extravagant declarations of love, no other outward displays of affection before or since. Only an understanding that had developed over the months since Ron’s poisoning that their feelings were reciprocated, and that said feelings would have to wait until after the mission. But what good was constant mortal peril if it didn’t challenge them to be young and dumb and reckless just once?

Their lips met in a frenzy and their hands roamed as if they wanted to devour each other while they had the chance. Instinct told her this would be their only opportunity to be like this, at least for a while.

If only she had known how true that would turn out to be.

Hermione tosses over in her bunk, unable to sleep despite her constant state of exhaustion. She lights her wand and looks down at the burgundy splotch on her shirt, the only physical reminder she has of that night. She would almost think she had dreamed it, if not for a stubborn wine stain that they had been too preoccupied to treat in the moment.

There are spells she could use to get rid of it, even now, but at this point, she cherishes the color, and what it reminds her of. A shiver travels down her spine, and she plucks Ron’s jumper from the end of the bed where she tossed it earlier, pulling it on for the meager comfort it provides in his absence. The whole world’s been black and white without him.

Well, black and white and maroon.

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #cruel summer fic fest #ron x hermione #ron weasley x hermione granger #hp fic inspired by taylor swift

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dixxiemaegraphics · 4 months ago

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Get to know me better!!!

Tagged by @jennilah

Tagging: literally any of my buds here! Any of you!

Three ships: Stuilly (Billy x Stu from Scream), Hoffstrahm of course (because they’re my favorite boys from Saw), Laszlo x Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows)

Honorable mentions: Louis x Lestat (any version), Hannigram, and Ricky x Julian (Trailer Park Boys)

First ship: Hmmm probably either Tulio x Miguel (Road to El Dorado), Tommy x Merton (Big Wolf on Campus… ALSO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MORE PEOPLE NEED TO WATCH THIS SHOW IT’S LIKE A LESS SERIOUS CANADIAN VERSION OF BUFFY), or Quicksilver x Avalanche (X-Men: Evolution… I literally don’t remember why though)

Last song: “Waiting for Mommie” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult (goddddd that’s a fun act) (I will list my recent on repeat songs under the cut if you’re curious though… I could go on about music forever)

Last movie: lol Dinocroc (I had to show it to my husband to explain who Dick Sydney is)

Currently reading: SO I haven’t started these yet, but these are stories I’m about to start: Rouge by Mona Awad (because I just read Bunny and I LOVE THIS STYLE), Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle, and I really need to jump back into Debaser by @sharpth1ng (and Wave of Mutilation to that extent)

Currently watching: I’m so bad at sitting down to watch shows consistently because I can’t stay still unless I’m drawing… That said, my go-to’s whenever I turn on the TV are It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Trailer Park Boys, Mighty Boosh, or What We Do in the Shadows

Currently eating: Coffee with Mean Girls creamer and a rosé Poppi mixed with Hydroxycut (messy milf-coded breakfast as I call it)

Currently craving: Black clove cigs and an iced caramel hi-rise from Caribou Coffee

Okay still with me?

Here’s my recent on repeat songs! Check ‘em out!

“Sherlock Holmes” BUT THE MINI MANSIONS COVER

Also from Mini Mansions: “Vertigo”, “Monk”, and “Death is a Girl”

“Off to the Races” Lana Del Rey

“Perverted” Elita

“Hip to Be Scared” Ice Nine Kills

“Ritual” Ghost

“Lucretia My Reflection” Sisters of Mercy

“Get Off” Kittie

“Taipan” Kublai Khan TX

“Your Love is My Drug” Kesha

“I Can Dream About You” Dan Harmon (lol mine and bestie’s song)

“Lust” Boy Harsher (read any Corey Cunningham fic to Boy Harsher and have a nice time)

#get to know me #get to know the blogger

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lady-assnali · 2 years ago

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This is quite literally so much longer than I thought it would be, but here it is. Auntie Nali to the Rescue (feat. Special guest Rosie)

(For context, this happens after the first Auntie Nali fic and if i said once that Marcia is Jan’s cousin in this teacher au just ignore that, I’d rather them be sisters and bc it’s my au they’re sisters now).

“Shit.” Denali sits up in bed, squinting at the light coming from her phone. The mattress jostles as she wriggles out of the covers, fingers flying furiously over the screen while her unoccupied hand searches for something to put on. Rosé wakes, confused, and frowns at Denali’s frantic pace.

“Do you…want me to leave?” There’s a level of vulnerability to her voice that stops Denali in her tracks for just a moment, softening her gaze. She stumbles to the bed, cupping Rosé’s cheeks in her hands and kissing her briskly, heatedly.

“Don’t,” She says, drawing her eyes over Rosé’s beautifully disheveled form before remembering the task at hand. “I have to go get the girls, they sent an SOS.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. They went to that concert tonight and they were going to hang out a bit before coming home, maybe sit in a McDonalds and chill. But the concert is over and where are they? Who the fuck knows. They sent me their location and it’s some random diner like 20 minutes away from the venue. Don’t ask me why they went all the way over there, or why they can’t seem to find their way home by themselves, but now I have to take an Uber all the way to Harlem and back and try not to imagine all the ways they could die before I get there.

Rosé slips out of bed, throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie. Denali rambles on nervously, flitting around the apartment with a sense of unfocused purpose. The redhead waits by the door for her, keys in hand, and Denali nearly stumbles over her in her panic. Rosé steadies her, hands her her jacket.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“You don’t have to come.”

“Yes, I do. You’re not going alone. Call the girls from my phone and I’ll handle the Uber, okay?”

She takes hold of Denali’s hand, locking the door behind them and guiding them to the car. Denali’s voice is soft on the phone, launching questions with barely a pause in between. Rosé smiles to herself as the blonde lets repeats for the fourth or fifth time that an SOS text is always the right thing to do, leaning over Rosé’s shoulder to give them an update on what time they’ll be arriving in Harlem. When she hangs up, Denali’s nearly in tears.

“They’re supposed to be safe with me.”

“Baby, don’t cry.” Rosé reaches over, softly pulling the blonde into her arms. Denali leans her head back onto her shoulder, closing her eyes.“You just got off the phone with them. They’re safe.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll go grab them and go right home, everything will be fine.”

Something about the way the word home falls so easily from Rosé’s lips makes Denali’s limbs go weak; they still haven’t put a label on themselves, their friends with every benefit situation. The word home feels right, though; so much that the time apart they’d spent while Denali transformed into cool aunt mode had felt long and lonely.

And anyway, Rosé hadn’t left. She hadn’t taken this emergency as an excuse to split. She’d put herself into action and made sure everything was okay. The thought makes Denali’s heart flutter and her head spin. She spends the ride tucked into Rosé’s side, listening to her make idle chitchat with the driver through the surprisingly sparse traffic.

…

The bell on the diner’s door rings soundly as it’s whipped open, nearly slamming into the wall with the brute force. There are two waitresses sitting in a booth within eyesight, drinking cups of steaming black coffee with their heads bent close together. They’re startled by the noise, jumping from their seats to face the door.

A beautiful, very frazzled Denali hurries in, scans the room with wild eyes before she lands on a booth in the back corner. She whispers something in Spanish, making a beeline to the back booth. Rosé’s not too far behind, coming in just in time to see the panic-stricken waitresses glancing between each other and Denali’s retreating form.

“Her nieces called for help.” She can’t manage to get more than those words in before Denali’s voice fills the near-empty diner with elation. Rosé and the waitresses look over to find her sliding into the booth, brushing back both the girls’ hair and tipping their chins, repeatedly asking if they’re alright.

“They came in looking a little distressed. Apparently someone was following them. We overheard the little blonde one on the phone, we’ve been keeping an eye on the door. We gave them some coffee and pie-it’s on us.”

“Thank you so much, really. That’s…”

“You don’t need to say anything else, sweetheart.”

Rosé nods thankfully, allowing relief to take over. She’d been nervous too, despite the façade she’d put on. She doesn’t know the girls aside from Denali’s stories and their awkward first encounter a few nights ago but she does know what it’s like to be young and pretty in New York. Her mind had wandered to several worst-case scenarios before she’d stopped herself to focus on keeping Denali calm in the Uber. She approaches the table slowly, watching as her friend’s face teeter between the lines of concern to tough love and back again.

“Wait, so you decided that instead of staying closer to home or the venue you’d come all the way here? In hopes of what, exactly? Being somewhere even more unfamiliar to you?”

The girls seem surprised by the sudden change in demeanor, Roxxi crosses her arms over her chest, huffing, while Phoebe softens.

“Auntie Nali,”

“-Just…hold on. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt! It took you that long to call me?!”

“We thought we could handle it.” Roxxi’s swiftly coming to their defense, and that’s when Rosé is able to fully notice how similar Denali is to her nieces. The black-haired spitfire of a twin has the same passionate flare of emotion that Denali often shows when she is upset with something. It’s the look that has Rosé opening the snack stash in her classroom when Denali walks in, preparing herself for a vent session. It’s the look she’s seen when they’re arguing over who should be the winner of The Voice, or when Jan beats them all in Mario Kart for the fourteenth time in a row. Roxxi is fire like Denali is, intense and determined, and by the way they’re locking eyes Rosé feels the temperature rising between them.

“Sometimes you’re not invincible, Roxxi.” Denali huffs. “Sometimes you need to call for help.”

“We did!”

“Yeah, after whoever was following you could have taken you!”

“Hey, it’s okay. They’re alright.” Rosé’s voice seems to pacify Denali for a minute. She sinks into the feeling of Rosé’s hand on her waist, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. It only lasts that minute, however, because when she opens her eyes she’s reminded of her other point of interest.

Across the table from her girls, Marcia-past student Marcia, golden girl Marcia, the same Marcia she’d found sneaking into a club-sits shock still, biting her lip and staring at her hands in her lap.

“And you…what are you doing here?” Denali raises a scolding finger to the blonde in the middle, eyes alight with protective energy. She works hard to keep the nervous shaking of her hand under control, her voice unwavering and powerful.

“I,”

“It’s not her fault!” Phoebe’s eyes are wide and pleading-the other side of Denali. It’s almost laughable, the way these two girls are so quintessentially Denali in so many ways. And just as Rosé would do, the blonde shakes the situation off for later, sliding some money onto the table.

“-you know what, never mind. Never mind.” She presses the heel of her hand onto her forehead, sighing. “All three of you get in the Uber right now.”

It’s a quiet ride home, for the most part. Rosé offers to sit in the front but Denali asks for space, stares out the window and attempts to compose herself after what felt like her soul completely leaving her body. Her limbs are still numb, her brain swirling with what could have been as she listens to the faint chatter of Rosé and the girls. Looking through the rear-view mirror she can see them just enough. Rosé is watching with rapt attention as they take turns passing their phones to her, animatedly whispering about the concert they had just seen. They sing along to some of the songs, pointing at specific sets of choreography and squealing, giggling, bonding. Rosé asks questions, points out things that make the girls delve into the history of the band and why it’s been so important to them in the first place.

Not once does she seem disinterested in them, or bored of their videos. They talk the whole way home, wrapped up in conversation and clearly feeling much better than they had when Denali had spoken to them on the phone. The sound of Roxxi’s shaking voice is something that plays on repeat in her mind, and she tries to pay extra attention to the way they are now, Rosé’s unshakable nature keeping everyone calm.

…

They enter Denali’s apartment after her insistence that Marcia stay with them, not wanting her to go home alone at this hour. She points to the couch and all three girls shuffle over, sitting and waiting for the inevitable conversation. Rosé puts around in the kitchen, pouring water into glasses and setting snacks onto the coffee table. She gives a sleepy, confused Donut a treat to pacify her. Denali perches on the edge of the coffee table, looking over the trio of teenagers with a renewed sense of responsibility. She’s living on an unreliable balance between disrupted sleep, irritation, and incredible anxiety that has her searching desperately for the right words to say.

Rosé, noting the blonde’s trepidation, paces in front of the couch. She points at Marcia, bemused.

“I thought I got rid of you when you graduated.”

“I’m your best friend’s little sister, you think you can get rid of me that easily?”

“I’m just saying, I‘ve never heard you mention your friends from California before.” A flush of pink dusts Marcia’s cheeks and she looks between herself and the twins cautiously.

“We met on Tinder!” She defends herself, turning her gaze to Denali. “I didn’t know they’re your nieces!”

“Ok, well now you do. And if you weren’t aware, this is the second time I’ve saved your ass from getting yourself hurt over a girl.”

“Nali…” Rosé’s voice is a murmur, a suggestion. The blonde shakes it off, and Roxxi leaps to their defense, cutting through the conversation in a less than delicate interruption.

“I’m the one that suggested we meet up,”

“Oh, I’ll get to you later. You two sit back and zip it.” The teenagers shift awkwardly on the couch. Rosé taps her fingers against her leg for a moment, then comes to sit beside Denali, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She can feel the tension that’s built up there again, the need to do and say everything the exact right way that’s causing her to flounder under the pressure of the conversation. Granted, Rosé’s experience with teenagers is a bit more practiced than Denali’s, having taught longer than her. Denali had been coaching one or two teens, but mostly preteens. This energy isn’t in her wheelhouse when she’s not on the ice. She takes charge of the strained energy in the room and looks at everyone, breathing and allowing them to linger in the silence for a moment.

“Denali, it’s late. The girls are tired. Why don’t we just all go to sleep and come back to this discussion in the morning with clear heads?”

“We don’t go to bed angry.” Phoebe brings up the point with a quiet, exhausted innocence that hits Denali’s heart with a low, simmering sort of pain.

“I’m not…girls, I’m not angry with you.” She sighs. Scooting forward on the table, she leans over to rest a hand on each of their shoulders. “Getting that call tonight was the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. I was a wreck-I’m still a wreck. I’ve been so worked up out of fear that I’ve been yelling and that’s not fair to you. You handled the situation the best way you knew how to, and you got yourselves out of trouble. And you called me-that’s all I want, is for you to call me whenever you’re in trouble. I don’t want you to think that you can’t do that.”

“I thought we could handle it on our own.”

“You did-I didn’t mean to downplay what you did. That man shouldn’t have been following a bunch of teenagers around the city at night. This is all on him, not on you. You were aware of your surroundings, you stuck together, and you eventually did call me. You went somewhere that you knew would be open all night with people who would keep you safe until I could get there. You don’t deserve the rant I gave you, but I did it out of love.”

“We know.” Phoebe launches herself forward to wrap her aunt in a hug, squeezing her. “You were just worried.”

“You were a lot…but it’s nice to know that someone cares that much about you, y’know? Even if you were kind of an ass.”

“Roxxi!”

The girls laugh and the thickness in the air breaks, a feeling of peace washing over the now full apartment. Rosé turns the attention back on this quiet version of Marcia, a hand on her hip and an over exaggerated disappointment on her face.

“I just need to know two things; when did Denali save your ass the first time, and why are you meeting up with strangers at concerts? And wait-does Jan know this?”

Marcia’s eyes widen and she’s grabbed by the twins on either side of her. They laugh, pulling her off of the couch and calling out their good nights as they run into the guest room, closing the door behind them.

Denali and Rosé stare at the closed door for a moment, shaking their heads at the laughter floating down the hallway. They’re illuminated only by the strand of soft fairy lights in the living room and one light on in the kitchen, and it’s enough to make both adults feel the stress of the night come crashing back down on them, Denali more than Rosé. The blonde is slumped over, head resting in one hand. Rosé slides a glass of water over to her, rubs her back affectionately.

“They’re home.”

“Somehow. In one piece, thankfully.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I could’ve helped more!” Denali runs a hand through her hair, exasperated. “I just don’t know why they waited so long to call me. How long do you think that person was following them before they decided to call? How many other options did they try before calling?”

“They called you, that’s what matters.” Rosé wraps her arms around Denali’s waist from behind, kisses her cheek. “Baby, they’re teenagers. They’re going to do shit like this.”

“I never did anything like this as a teenager.”

Rosé raises an eyebrow at her, moves her face from Denali’s to look her in the eyes. The blonde shifts back, raises her hands in defense.

“What?” She retorts. “I’m serious! You think I was really risking it all when I was on track to compete at the Olympics?”

“You went to parties.”

“Yeah, house parties. With a bunch of my friends who were also skaters. Did we drive out to the mountains and share a 6 pack of cheap beer? Of course. But no way in hell was I walking around a city I don’t really know in the dead of night and taking the subway random places.”

“Yeah, because you’d all just take your sled dogs instead.”

“You’re such an ass!” Denali rolls her eyes, but the pretty little dips in her cheeks are a dead giveaway that she’s in higher spirits now.

“And I’m sure you were a saint.” There’s a glimmer in her eyes, a teasing that has Rosé shrugging her shoulders unashamedly.

“Me, Goona and Jan used to sneak out all the time to go to shows. We’d crash at one of our places and then leave as soon as everyone was asleep. It was easiest at Jan’s because her rich ass parents never really cared enough to check on us, or they’d be gone all night too. We were pretty stupid, but honestly? All those stupid decisions made us as close as we are today.”

“What do you think I should do? I mean, I don’t have to make a big deal out of it. I don’t really feel like I should tell their parents, not when they literally did nothing wrong. I mean, other than meeting up with a stranger. But even then, they were in public and they had each other, and,”

“-Oh god no, nope. I don’t think you need to bring it up. If the girls are concerned they can. It’s not like they went out and did hardcore drugs and you haven’t seen them this whole trip. They’re safe, they’re happy…”

“And if I do that, they might not come to me for help next time.”

“Trust me, teenage me would’ve appreciated having someone to call.” Rosé rests her hand on Denali’s thigh, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I think you handled that pretty well. They’re good kids. I don’t think they’ll need to utilize that call again.”

“I mean, they did sneak their way across the country for this concert.”

“Yeah…I kind of forgot that part.” Rosé breathes out a sigh that sounds like a laugh, and Denali laughs along with her. Sleepily, she wraps her arms around Rosé’s neck, buries her face in her hair.

“Thank you for being here.”

“Any time, Nali.” Rosé brushes her lips on the top of Denali’s head, runs her fingers gently through her hair. Denali sighs under her touch, keeps her hands wrapped around her neck.

“It’s almost four a.m,” Rosé says, her hands moving to the blonde’s thighs. “Let’s go back to bed.”

Denali gasps as she’s picked up, laughing as Rosé’s lips tickle her neck. Then, they pass the guest room. The chatter of the overnight guests is a startling noise, and the blonde practically jumps from Rosé’s arms when she hears it.

“Not with the girls over!” She hisses, crossing her arms and making her way to the bedroom with a huff.

“What’s wrong? You don’t think you can be quiet for me?” Rosé shuts the door behind her, discarding her t-shirt on the floor. Denali’s eyes grow wide and wanting, lingering on her breasts a beat too long before she closes them altogether, turning around.

“I can be quiet.” She mutters, sitting on the edge of the bed. Rosé smirks, closes the distance between them and pushes Denali onto her back. She admires the way the pretty girl looks beneath her, lips parted and breath quickening in anticipation. She pulls Denali’s hands above her head, holds them in place while their lips dance dangerously close to each other.

She shifts her weight, dropping her voice to a whisper before saying the two words that set Denali aflame.

“Prove it.”

#Rosenali #rosenali teacher au #auntie nali #Anyway the reason it takes me so long to write anything is probably because i don’t know how to write short things SORRY

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