#drawing mock-ups on top of the model and going from there

[miodiodavinci]

i'm still working on my PV for today, but perhaps in the meantime you can enjoy the remnants of my scrapped anniversary plans from earlier in the year w

at the very least, should i ever choose to return, i'll at least have one ZOLA's hair and faceup done ! ! !

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Makeover

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Max one-shot, if you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

You sat cross-legged on Max's couch, rolling your eyes as he argued over the fit of his latest pair of skinny jeans. The conversation had veered from his undying loyalty to his closet staples to your mounting frustration with his predictable wardrobe.

“Max, I’m serious,” you said, leaning forward and poking his arm for emphasis. “I love you, but if I see those jeans one more time, I’m going to burn them.”

Max’s eyes widened with mock horror. “You wouldn’t dare.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. “Try me.”

A dramatic sigh escaped him, but the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “Fine,” he muttered, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I’ll do it—but only because it’ll make you happy.”

The next day, you dragged Max into every fashion store Monaco had to offer. The montage that followed was a whirlwind of laughter and exasperation. Max tried on everything from sleek tailored trousers to bomber jackets in bold colors. You snapped pictures as he struck over-the-top model poses, nearly tipping over a rack of shirts in the process. When he emerged from the dressing room in a sharp suit that accentuated his broad shoulders, you couldn’t help but stare.

“Well?” he asked, giving a half-smile as he adjusted the collar. The deep blue of the jacket brought out his eyes in a way his Red Bull gear never had.

You grinned. “Perfect. You’re officially a fashion icon now.”

Max rolled his eyes, but his cheeks flushed a little. “I’m still not giving up my T-shirts,” he warned.

“We’ll see about that,” you teased.

Race day arrived, and the paddock buzzed with anticipation. Max stepped out of the car looking nothing like his usual self. Gone were the skinny jeans and snug team shirts. In their place was a confident figure in perfectly tailored clothing, drawing glances from fans and drivers alike.

“Wow, Verstappen, look at you!” Charles said, clapping him on the back.

“You’re making the rest of us look like slobs,” Lando added with a laugh.

Max smiled politely, but you noticed the way his shoulders tensed, the glint of unease in his eyes. He played along, accepting compliments with a nod and an awkward smile. Something gnawed at you as you watched him move through the crowd with a different air—confident, yes, but not quite... him.

As the day wore on, the realization hit you: this wasn’t your Maxie, the one who rolled out of bed with messy hair and a scowl until his first cup of coffee. The guy standing there was polished, put-together, and fit in seamlessly with the elite crowd, but he was missing something—the spark of authenticity that made him Max.

That evening, you found him sitting on the edge of the track, legs dangling and gaze lost in the distance.

“Hey,” you called softly, sitting beside him.

He glanced at you, the corners of his mouth lifting, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Did I do okay today?”

“You were great,” you admitted. “But… I miss your skinny jeans.”

Max let out a chuckle, the sound filling the quiet space. “You?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. “They’re you. And I miss my Maxie.”

He turned to look at you, a warm, genuine smile breaking across his face. “You know, I only wore all this to make you happy.”

Your heart tightened, and you reached up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. “Max, you should never change who you are for anyone—not even me.”

“Thank God,” he said with a playful sigh of relief. “Because I was already planning on going back to my old clothes tomorrow.”

You laughed, the tension melting away, and before you knew it, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It was soft, familiar, and full of all the things unsaid.

When he pulled back, he whispered, “Guess we’re stuck with the skinny jeans, huh?”

You smiled, eyes shining. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And in that moment, everything felt right again.

[hazelnutsforellie]

pose for me | e. williams ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

PAIRING— ellie williams x afab!reader

SUMMARY— ellie finds a polaroid camera while on patrol and asks you to model for her.

WARNINGS— smut [18+], language, taking nude photos, established relationship, fluff, implied consent, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), top!ellie, bottom!reader, multi-orgasm [2], nipple play, praise, dirty talk, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), face riding, the works, just ellie wanting to please reader, not proofread.

WC— 2.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— i'm not sure if anyone has already come up with this idea but i couldn't hold myself back. there's not much build-up but i tried to make it lengthy xx enjoy!

Despite finally having an off day from patrol, you couldn't help but miss it. Not patrol itself, but being with your girlfriend, Ellie. Sure, you enjoy time away from each other every now and then, but you had to admit that you were dependent on Ellie's company.

You seemed to have lost track of time, your head spinning in the direction of Ellie's door when you heard the knob squeak. It was louder than the music you had playing in the background, startling you as you sat on her bed, drawing in your sketchpad. You had your own place, but most of your nights were spent in Ellie's makeshift home in Joel's backyard.

"Hey," you warmly greeted the auburn as she made her way inside, closing the door behind her. You noticed a peculiar glint in her eyes, a gentle smirk playing on her enticing lips. "What's that look for?"

"I have a surprise," Ellie hinted, not fully explaining herself. You hummed, your eyes narrowing at her in curiosity as she pulled her backpack off her shoulders, tossing it onto the bed beside you. You folded your sketchpad closed, tossing it on the bed on your other side, along with your pencil.

"Go on," you smiled, your hands folding in your lap. Ellie thought you were so cute, so innocent. Ellie pulled her jacket off, tossing it on her desk chair before standing in front of you, her knees hitting the bed. She leaned in with her eyes closed, expecting you to reciprocate her greetings kiss, to which you did. "You're killing me now, spit it out."

Ellie leaned over to unzip her backpack and moved it to the floor after pulling out an old polaroid camera. Your eyebrows raised at the object, knowing of polaroid cameras but never seeing one before.

"Found this while scavenging a house," she explained, examining the front of it. "I'm sure its owner won't mind."

You playfully rolled your eyes at Ellie's humor, smiling, "That's quite a find. Does it work?"

"It does, actually. I took a picture of Jesse. Look," Ellie pulled a polaroid picture of Jesse out of her back pocket, angling it so you both could see it. He was clearly caught off guard, looking confused as hell. You stifled a laugh, which made Ellie roll her eyes before tossing the picture to the side. "Anyway... I was wondering..."

Ellie would be lying if she said she didn't have rather indecent thoughts her entire way back from patrol after finding the camera. Immediately, in her nature, she thought of you, which then further progressed into... rather mature thoughts.

"Wondering..." you trailed off to mock her, but she ignored you to gather her words. She wasn't sure how to ask you, let alone bring up that she wants to take provocative pictures of you for her to keep.

"Pose for me," she said nonchalantly, shifting her weight onto her right heel as she eyed your form. She took in your appearance, admiring your loose sweatpants and white wifebeater tank. She could see your hardened nipples piercing against your tank, which only made her want to say fuck it to the camera.

You were slightly caught off guard, having expected her to ask you a question, but it was more of a suggestion.

"Pose? Or... pose?" you inquired, unable to hold back a teasing smile, which Ellie returned. You both quickly reached the same page, your eyes locking with hers as your thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of your sweatpants to ease them off your form.

Ellie's gaze was solid, her eyes blowing with excitement as she watched you tease her. She was surprised that you were so willing, but then again, you would do anything she asked and she knew that. She wouldn't ask you to do anything that would put you in an uncomfortable position, and that is why you had so much trust in her. You finally tossed your pants to the floor, regaining her attention.

"Want one with my shirt on?" you innocently asked, looking up at her as you rearranged your sitting position to sit on your knees. You noticed Ellie's jaw clench as her eyes danced up your thighs before finally reaching your face.

She gently gripped your chin with her thumb and index finger, pulling you in for a kiss before saying, "Who could say no to that?"

Your lips curled into a smile as Ellie took a step back, turning on the camera. She raised the camera to her face, peeking through the lens with one eye while she closed the other.

"Just like that, baby."

You obliged, continuing to sit on the back of your legs, your knees pressing against the bedding. You tilted your head to the side, slightly widening your legs apart with an innocent smile, knowing that Ellie was going to have a hard time holding herself back much longer.

Ellie took a sharp intake of breath, pressing the button on the camera. The flash illuminated her room for a split second before the polaroid was ejected from the front of the camera. She murmured, "So beautiful."

"How does it look?" you asked, placing your right hand on the bed in front of you to stabilize yourself before leaning forward.

"It won't show up just yet," Ellie explained, showing you the blank polaroid before gently placing it on her nightstand. "We'll have to wait until after."

"After what?" you asked, to which you received no answer other than Ellie's damned smile. Ellie circled the bed until she was on the other side, directly behind you. You didn't break eye contact until she was too far behind you, not wanting to break your position. The tension was thick, a known tension that was bound to be broken at any point.

As Ellie walked, her eyes trailed from your face, to your shoulders, all the way down your body until they landed on your cheeky panties. Ellie hummed in satisfaction, her finger grazing your skin before hooking onto the hem of them, dragging her finger across the thin strap.

Your breath hitched in your throat, the feeling of her finger grazing your skin causing you to clench around nothing. You knew how it was going to end, awaiting Ellie's orders.

"Bend back a little," Ellie tenderly ordered, watching as you arched your back to oblige, still using the space in front of you to stabilize yourself. Her finger released from your panties, dragging up your spine until she reached your midback, applying pressure with her hand to help you.

"Oh my god, so fucking perfect," Ellie admired to herself. You then heard the click of the button being pressed on the camera, followed by a bright flash. You smirked to yourself, knowing that Ellie was loving every second. You heard the sound of the camera and polaroid picture hitting the bed beside you, and as you tried to lean back up, you were stopped by Ellie's hand remaining on your back, firmly holding you down.

Before you could utter a word, Ellie's fingers tenderly glided down your clothed slit, a faint chuckle escaping her throat. She noticed the dampness, slowly tugging your panties to the side to expose your sticky folds.

"Seems you're enjoying this," she teased, the warmth of her fingers ghosting your slit nearly causing you to gasp. "Maybe even a little more than me."

You couldn't try to deny it, even if you wanted to. How could you possibly remain calm when your girlfriend practically admitted to you that she wanted such photos, let alone wanted to take them herself? The way Ellie looks at you, at all of you, it drives you mad. In a good way.

"Fuck," You whimpered, ducking your head down. Any touch from your girlfriend would have you melting between her fingers.

"You want me to touch you, sweetheart?" Ellie purred from behind you, and you had to hold yourself back from frantically begging for it. A waft of cool air brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling a gasp from your lips.

"Yes," You nearly whined, your itch for her touch causing you to be impatient. Ellie smirked to herself, pulling your panties off your lower half. You felt the tip of her fingers glide down between your folds before slowly sinking them into you, leading you to let out a soft moan from the contact. Her other hand was still firmly placed on your lower back, now using it to her advantage to hold you down against her hand.

"Fuck," Ellie drew out a groan, feeling your warmth hugging around her fingers perfectly. The way her fingers slid in with ease led her to instantly curl them, unable to hold herself back. The sounds of your slick were not helping either, causing Ellie's jaw to hang slightly agape, heavy breaths falling from her lips. Her fingers curling inside you pulled another moan loud from you, and at this point, you looked pitiful.

Ellie had barely touched you, and to see you so eager was making it difficult for her to remain composed. Ellie wanted nothing other than to flip you over and take you, but she didn't want to rush your pleasure.

"Does that feel good, babe?" she cooed from behind you, earning a desperate "mhm" in response as her fingers thrusted into you at an even pace. "Yeah?"

"Yes, yes!" you answered eagerly, knowing that she would've pried out a verbal response one way or another. "Feels s-so good--"

Even though she couldn't see your face, you were very verbally responsive. Your moans grew louder as the pace of Ellie's fingers grew faster, and much harder. Ellie wanted to see you struggle a response, lightly biting her bottom lip as she watched you quiver.

"Take this off," Ellie barely uttered, pushing the back of your tank up your spine. You obliged her order, using one hand to pull it off while you used the other to continue stabilizing yourself. You threw it elsewhere, leaning down to stabilize yourself on your forearms instead, gripping the bedsheets for support.

Ellie continued to skillfully pump her fingers, your wetness coating her hand as well as her toned forearm from how vigorous her thrusts were. With her free hand, Ellie began palming your left breast and press wet kisses on your lower back, expanding up your spine as she massaged your sensitive peak.

"Just like that, just like that!" you cried, your grip on the sheets tightening to the point where your knuckles were turning white. You could feel the coil within your lower stomach beginning to tighten, knowing you were inches away from your release. Ellie knew it, too. She could tell you were close in many ways, especially by the way you frequently clenched around her fingers, sucking them in further.

"Are you close? Hm?" she purred, her lips ghosting your ear from behind you as she spoke.

"Mhm," you hummed with a nod, feeling your thighs begin to tremble. Ellie relished in the sounds of your moans growing louder and louder, nearly pornographic as her fingertips brushed your sweet spot, pushing you over the edge. "F-fuck, I'm coming!"

Your warning was Ellie's sign to continue with the same pace, watching your orgasm crash over you as you faltered against the bed, chest heaving as you clenched around her fingers subconsciously.

"That's right, baby, come for me," Ellie praised, working you through your orgasm. Once you seemed to have caught your breath, Ellie slowly pulled her fingers out of you, and you could faintly hear a pop sound come from her mouth as she sucked them clean. "So sweet."

You turned around and sat up, finally facing Ellie as your legs continued to shake. Your eyes met hers, noticing her eyes were dark and blown with lust. Her lips were slightly wet from previously sucking her fingers, small beads of sweat trailing down her temples.

You reached out for her with your hand, batting your lashes the way she likes it. Cute and innocent, only for her.

"Your turn," you said, knowing that it was a known practice for Ellie to go after you. What surprised you, though, was that Ellie merely shook her head, kicking her boots off so she could join you on the bed.

"No, I'm not done," she said, climbing onto the bed to lay on her side of it. She reached toward you, grabbing your waist. "Sit on my face."

"Wha-- Ellie," you attempted to protest, her hands gripping your thighs to pull you toward her. Not that you would turn down such an offer, you just didn't want to skip her turn. Because of this, your words were contradictory to your actions as you followed her movements, allowing her to move you onto her lap.

"I just want to make you feel good, sweetheart," Ellie convinced you, her fingers delicately grazing your jaw as she cupped your cheek. "Is that okay?"

You nodded, melting under her stare once again. Ellie leaned in to capture your lips with hers, exchanging a wet kiss before she laid down and began pulling on your thighs, urging you toward her face.

Ellie didn't waste any time dipping her tongue between your folds, gathering your fluids before you could fully rest against her face. Her arms tightly wrapped around the top of your thighs, pulling them down to give herself more access, if it were even possible.

"Oh f-fuck!" you cried, your hands flying to grip her white headboard to hold yourself up. Ellie smiled against your skin, swirling her tongue against your sensitive hole once more before dragging her tongue up to your swollen clit, closing her lips to gently suck. Her eyes never left your face, watching it contort in pleasure.

"Shit, baby," you moaned, your left hand flying to her auburn locks while the other remained on the headboard. Before you knew it, you felt another orgasm quickly approaching. The overstimulation seemed to only enhance what you were feeling mere minutes prior.

Ellie continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves, coating it in her saliva as her fingernails dug into your thighs, holding you against her. She could feel you beginning to tremble again, dipping her tongue back between your folds.

You tipped your head back, not having a care in the world for how loud you were being. Ellie didn't care either, in fact, she loved it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the polaroid camera, a sly smile spreading across your agape lips.

As you continued to ride her mouth, you let go of Ellie's hair and leaned over to grab the camera, holding it up to your face to take a picture of her. You peered into the viewfinder, seeing her looking right into the lens, her mouth visibly attached to your core. All you could see was your lower stomach and her face from the nose up, followed by a flash after you snapped the picture.

Ellie's eye contact was edging you toward the edge, along with her moans against your core that sent vibrations up your spine. You knew you weren't going to last much longer, still using her headboard as leverage as you grinded your hips forward, feeling Ellie's nose ghost your clit with each thrust.

"I-I'm gonna come," you whimpered, staring down at your girlfriend while she absolutely devoured every drop you could spare. In Ellie's eyes, you were nothing less than captivating... legs trembling, pitiful moans, desperately forcing yourself onto her to reach your release.

Ellie didn't need a warning, fully knowing that you were seconds away from your second orgasm. Knowing this, she began giving all of her attention to your swollen clit, softly suckling on it.

"Oh, oh, oh-- fuck!"

A loud string of moans fell from your lips as your second orgasm crashed into you, your thighs tightening around Ellie's face. Ellie loudly moaned against your clit, the vibrations causing you to tremble even more. Ellie refused to waste a drop, lapping at your hole as you came down from your high.

You used the headboard and the pillow beneath Ellie's head as leverage to shift from her face to her lap, leaning down to capture her lips into a passionate kiss. Her lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening from her saliva and your fluids, and you attempted to speak, but nothing came.

"Tired?" Ellie smiled, her hands finding your waist to roll you onto your side of the bed as gentle as possible.

You nodded in response, your lashes fluttering rapidly as you tried to keep your eyes open. Two orgasms on top of your exhaustion only pushed you closer to a slumber.

"Come here," Ellie softly murmured, arms open and inviting. You tucked your back into Ellie's chest, holding her hand after she wrapped her arm around your waist.

"What about your turn?" you asked, your voice growing quieter the more you spoke. Ellie softly smiled against your ear, pressing a gentle peck on the shell of it.

"Another time."

[useless-catalanfacts]

La Pedrera. Photos from Ajuntament de Barcelona and La Pedrera.

Nowadays, la Pedrera is one of the most famous building in Barcelona, Catalonia. It's one of the most emblematic buildings in the Catalan Modernism style, and has been declared part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site "Works of Antoni Gaudí".

But it hasn't always been recognised as good architecture, all the opposite! In fact, take a look at its name: it's technically called Casa Milà (house of the Milà family), but locals always call it "la Pedrera", which means "the quarry" in the Catalan language. When it was built, in 1910, Barcelonians thought it looked like an ugly piece of stone-y quarry mountain in the middle of the city.

But that's not the only thing that they thought it looked like. Let's see some parodies that were published at the time:

In 1909, the popular magazine Cu-Cut! published this vignette of a mother and a son walking in front of the house, when the child asks his mom "was there also an earthquake here?". This is a reference to an earthquake that happened in Sicily the previous month, and to the house's bendy shapes that look like it was shaken.

In 1925, the children's magazine En Patufet also joined in, with a vignette where the owner realises he can't hang up curtains* on this windows.

*Note: I'm using the translation "curtains" as a simplification so that English speakers without a detailed knowledge of Catalan culture can understand the joke. The vignette actually uses the word "domàs", meaning a decorative textile that is hanged from balconies during holidays.

In 1910, Cu-cut! compared it to a mona, the cake that Catalans eat on Easter Monday, by drawing a vignette where a child says "Daddy, daddy, I want a mona as big as this one!".

Three times did the magazine El Diluvio mock this building.

First, in 1910, they called it a "Medieval architecture model, between burrow and burial, that I don't quite dislike". It described its future in the following way: "the round gaps in the façade have become dark holes where all kinds of vermin come in and out: crocodiles and rats, but also snakes, hedgehogs, owls, sea monsters... Two undulating lines wrap up the building, which stands in front of an absolutely black sky. Above it, in the rooftop, the chimneys, the air vents and the stairs' endings have stopped being whipped cream mountains to become sinister piles of skulls."

In 1911, El Diluvio striked again, comparing the building's cast iron handrails to a fish stand. Their illustration had Casa Milà with a sign saying "cod entrails sold here!".

And lastly, it made fun of the controversial statue of Our Lady of the Rosary that was supposed to go on top. The Milà family in the end decided not to place the statue (some say because they didn't like how the sculptor made it, some say it's because they were scared of having a religious symbol after the 1909 anti-clerical riots) but the architect Gaudí, who was a very religious man, insisted on having it. This caused the Milàs and Gaudí to argue, which the magazine represents with a caricature of Mr. Milà wearing a Tarzan-like loincloth and branding a whip fighting against Gaudí wearing a pith helmet, grabbing him by the hair and hitting him with a hammer. The text under the image translates to "Will the Virgin Mary stand on top of the peculiar monument? Who will win, Gaudí or Milà?".

In 1912, the popular magazine L'Esquella de la Torratxa imagined that this extravagant futuristic building could only be a garage for parking airship and air-planes. This satirical drawing is titled "Future Barcelona. The true destiny of the Milà and Pi house". (Milà and Pi were the owners of this building).

The text that accompanied this illustration wondered if this building is the Wagnerian Valhalla, an anti-aircraft defense for the Moroccan War, or a hangar for zeppelins.

What do you think? Was the banter justified?

[midnight---express]

Who with Who?

A Fun idea that I am so sad that no-one has taken advantage of is the idea that everyone genuinely can't tell who's dating who between Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Kaminari, the massive Bi-energy that emanates from that group is as thick as a thundercloud, and it doesn't help that they are all so comfortable with each other.

Like Denki will throw his arms around all of them, pell-mell, he vibes in Momo's room, Shouto discusses the meaning and intricates of lyrics with Kyouka (his conspiracy theorist brain would love picking them apart), Momo and Kyouka are almost joined at the hip most days chatting away, and Denki and Shoto are just vibing doing what ever crosses their mind (talking about Western heroes at the moment).

Like this group is so fun it's formed of two of the most sunshiny smiley people in the class with the two socially kinda awkward sarcasm duo.

It's such a fun crew and I love the fanon interactions, like we get plenty of all three of them with Momo.

But what does the dynamic between Kyouka and Shouto look like, I think it would be really funny if those two interacting is the complete opposite of what everyone expects, that being a sullen staring contest over coffee but no, it's these two dorks gushing about their interests and their SO's like you walk into the common room and you hear Shouto excitedly talking about the little jump, bounce and smile that Momo did when she saw him that morning, and Kyouka intently listening nodding furiously.

One stupid little headcanon I like is that both are so enamored by Thomas The Tank Engine, Shouto likes it as the expressions are super easy to read and Kyouka loves the soundtrack, since basicly no-one comes into his room they haven't realised that he's been building a model railway in there, and there are some suspiciously high-priced models in his collection.

Denki wanders in one evening as he can't sleep (weirdly a common fanon thing with him, must be all the extra electricity keeping him up) to see Shouto running his trains and they just sit and watch them like Ash and Kristofferson.

Okay we are working this out, who has string!

It's just fun that there are two sun's and they just pull around their moon's who are completely enamored by their smiles and are so obvious about it but then everyone else is going full Shouto mode and are grouped together in the common room with several balls of thread (Borrowed from Mezo) which have been spanned across it trying to work out how the hell this relationship works.

To top that whole bit all of the four walk into the spiders nest of Blue, Red, Purple and Yellow threads, holding hands (Yes in the order just mentioned) with befuddled faces, the rampant hushed shouting dials down, Mina is melting at the image presented.

"ahh, Polyonomy" Utters Fumikage in the most deadpan tone possible. (He knows that's not how the relationship is, as does Katsuki but both of them are doing this for shits and giggles and are really committed to the bit.)

They all hand Ochaco 1000 Yen in defeat (mock for two of them), Shouto is processing the walls of string with an impressed expression, Momo simply looks confused, Kyouka is red in the face, and Denki half explodes into a peels of laughter whilst pointing at Momo and Shouto, then back at himself and scream laughing again.

The Gods have descended.

Another stupid idea that I need to draw is simply the idea that Momo has accidentally taken on most of the Class Rep duties and now is spiraling mess trying not to cry and the other three latch onto this, with there now being the living embodiment of a thunderstorm inhabiting the inside of the classroom, the floor is vibrating, it smells like ozone and is muggy as hell, several people are standing in the doorway, Katsuki is halfway under his desk, Aizawa doesn't even want to try erasing one of them as Denki is being handed permissions slips and reading them (How is his Dyslexic ass doing that?) Kyouka is ordering people to sit down and Shouto is giving her a back massage (Very nice hands) the idea that those three teaming up can create the physical environment of the inside of a Thunderstorm is a terrifying prospect, Aizawa ain't questioning he's doing the roll less he get a live performance of Thunderstruck.

It's so funny that they three are some of the chilliest people in the class but then it's the full force of Wall Socket, Surround Sound and Thermometer turning into forces of nature when their bestie get's insulted or starts crying, I'm calling this dynamic the MomoMilitia.

Those three will fight god for their friend at 3am, they will win.

Thank you for coming to the inane ramblings.

[rynekins]

Welcome, friends, to the Sideshow Bob Awards! Recently I did a few polls about certain elements of Sideshow Bob episodes, and now I shall give some commentary over the results!

Why did I do this? Eh, funsies, but I’ll always look for an excuse to ramble about Sideshow Bob.

First up is the Award for Humor. Which Sideshow Bob episode is the funniest? Black Widower makes Honorable Mention. While an important episode with a lot of notable moments, I might not personally rank it amongst the funniest. Though Bob’s dry wit (as always) wins me over, and Bart explaining Bob’s plan to Homer, worthy of a chuckle.

This overall ranking, out of all of the polls, I agree with the most. Sideshow Bob’s Last Gleaming has some stellar Bob moments: Bob on helium, mimicking the Colonel, his pathetic attempt to kill Krusty, and who could possibly forget the Air Show Rant.

“Air Show? Buzzzzzz-cut Alabamians spewing colored smoke from their whiz jets to the strains of Rock You Like a Hurricane? What kind of country-fried rube’s still impressed by that?!” As for the Air Show Rant, I am also giving it the Award for Best Quote. Unfortunately, this poll did not have much engagement. I expected people to be shy, and I suppose I should have made it a normal poll for people to vote on instead of asking for more direct input, but there are simply too many good Bob quotes to narrow it down! How could I possibly? I had not the strength. His exasperation with his peers, mocking elitist tone, the venom, the sass, the hip swaying and crossing of his feet, going wall eyed and throwing his arms out cuz he always gotta be extra, if there is a perfect Sideshow Bob quote that exemplifies his character it would be this one.

Aside from that, mocking the military and garbage television, this episode offers a ton of laughs, worthy of at least Third place.

Brother From Another Series takes Second, and has a different brand of humor, but the kind that always gets me. It’s supposedly written like an episode of Frasier, which means the script is chock full of one liners from two guys too smart for their own good, constantly trying to one-up eachother. You wonder how both Bob and Cecil could ever end up in Springfield, an environment of pure dumbassery, and it clearly has had an effect on them (they must have drunk the water). Personal favorite moments are the boys with the slack-jawed locals, “especially Lisa, but ESPECIALLY Bart”, and “utterly hopeless”.

To no one’s surprise Cape Feare takes the crown. It often makes top 10 lists for its humor alone, and with good reason. This episode is packed with jokes, funny drawings, and goofiness, with running gags so memorable and powerful that they would get callbacks even 30 years later. The idiocy is at an all time high, both with Homer and Bob, which frankly is necessary to balance out the more sinister and rather tense scenes. Homer scaring Bart, the rakes, the drive through the cactus patch, The Rakes, “Hello Mr Thompson”, THE RAKES. This episode is iconic, and I completely understand why.

Next up we have the Award for Animation. For our Honorable Mention, we have Bob’s official debut, Krusty Gets Busted. I’m glad to see some love for season 1, when everything was experimental especially with the animation. The linework, expressions, poses, models, colors, everything seems off by today’s standards, but you can see the effort and love put into it. There’s something beautiful about how rough it looks because you know what a struggle it was to make it work. And it does work. But I’m biased toward things that are hand drawn.

In Third for this category, the award goes to Gone Boy, the complete opposite of Krusty Gets Busted. We have the modern era, the clean colors, the characters staying on model, a lot of the stiffness that a lot of people don’t care for. However, there are moments that feel like a return to form in this episode. My eyes lit up when I saw Bob’s face as he encountered Milhouse. Then the dance he does as he sings is song-o. The wintery environment, a few ambitious angles, some great character acting. It’s proof that newer episodes have their beauty too. I only wish that the hallucination sequences went harder. Imagine, if you will, they suddenly went Courage the Cowardly Dog mode on you and changed mediums, turned into something more experimental and maybe truly nightmarish. This episode was great, but it could have been legendary. I am grateful for the feast we got. In Second, Black Widower returns, which dare I say has been robbed. Yes, I think it should have been First. This episode is gorgeous, but as I have established, I liked the earlier, rougher animation.

Every single frame of Bob’s rant on MacGyver is absolutely wild, as is the skipping through the flowers. The colors in the night scenes. The glow from the explosion. There’s so much character here, so many expressions and extra motions with hands in scenes, even when no one is talking. The weight in Bob’s hair when he throws back his head for a maniacal laugh. What this episode’s got is flair. Once again, Cape Feare takes First. I can see why, because it is a very good looking episode. One of the best. Oh, how I wish the show still looked like this (the latest Treehouse Ei8ht made me crave what we have lost). But I must wonder if it might be taking the number one spot because of how memorable it is with other factors. No doubt it’s funny, with a lot of well done and imaginative scenes. Bob’s lil dance during his work out comes out of nowhere and is hysterical. You think for a minute that the episode is going to cheat you when the elephants are trampling him off-screen then it pans down to show you the exact moment one steps on and off his skull. The increasingly elaborate set and costume designs for Bob’s theatrical performance. There is a lot of artistry to appreciate here. It’s cinematic even. Then again, a lot of the cinematic moments can be attributed to its source material: the 1991 movie Cape Fear, some moments directly inspired. Not to say that all of the work was done for them, certainly not. They put their own spin on things.

Perhaps the placement is deserved. The shot that goes from Bart’s window, flying over all of Springfield, to Bob’s prison is particularly impressive. There’s a lot of juicy saturation and shifts in color reminiscent of shots from Krusty Gets Busted and Black Widower. It’s safe to assume that I’m drawn more towards character details, and little things like all the lower angles we get from Bob work well in conveying menace, as if we, the audience, are in danger

This concludes Part One of the Sideshow Bob Awards, In Part Two I will cover Best Song and Best Mystery. As for intermission, picture THE RAKES!!!

[genericpuff]

i have this problem where i have to spend shitloads of time drawing and mocking up extra stuff that probably isn't even that important because i need to fundamentally understand what it is that i'm drawing and perceiving through the creation process so i can have the confidence in showing it to others, even if what i'm showing to others will likely go unnoticed

i'm sure it's not a bad problem to have because it means i'm actually putting in time and effort to develop things like props, backgrounds, worldbuilding lore, etc. but the downside means i spend way too much time stressing over little pointless details that don't affect the story and i don't even know if other people will notice. and when i try to go easier on myself and remind myself "puff, no one is going to notice these tiny pointless details if they go missing or aren't taken into account", that little voice in my head chirps "you're the kind of person to notice these things, so there are definitely others who will, so you absolutely have to make sure you have the layout of artemis' house designed for those people who will pay attention to those sorts of tiny pointless details like you do-"

anyways here's the layout of artemis' house that i finally settled on after 2 hours of fiddling with it and moving things around and trying to figure out how the fuck stairs work from a top down view, based on the 3D model i used for it in Ep 18. only the exterior of the model was designed so i had to figure out how to fit an entire living space inside the pre-existing 3D shape (subtracting the garage extension of the model that I thankfully didn't draw in Ep 18, phew) and what i had already shown of the interior in Episode 19 and thus couldn't be changed (such as the closet being to Persephone's right and the dining area being immediately visible from the front door and the couch in the living area needing available space behind it because artemis fell asleep behind it in Episode 16, yes these are the things that my brain works itself into a tizzy over-)

i guess it can serve some kind of purpose outside of my own head if you want to make a sims version of her house or something idk LMAO

although i'm realizing that there's still an issue with this because this stupid 3D model is covered in stupid windows which i've already drawn in Ep 18 and there's one SPECIFIC stupid window to the right of the front door which is precisely where the closet and stairs are in my drawing and i'm realizing that i'm accidentally creating some fucked up house of leaves scenario where the house has features that by all means shouldn't exist nor function but exist unapologetically with full functionality anyways

this is the part where i need to go to bed and worry about it later when i can boot up the sims and build the house myself just for the sake of fact-checking myself, please stay tuned because this may not even be the final version of the house after i'm through with building it in-game (。_。)

[archive-of-artprompts]

Send in a character trope and I'll draw or write an OC/Character with that prompt

tropes from tvtropes

All-Loving Hero - A heroic character whose love and compassion are unlimited.

The Antagonist - Opposes The Protagonist.

Anthropomorphic Personification - Living, roughly hominoid embodiments of abstract concepts.

Anti-Hero - A morally questionable hero who lacks conventional heroic qualities.

Blind Seer - Physically blind, but "sees" with other means.

Blue-Collar Warlock - Modern, street-smart spellcasters.

Bruiser with a Soft Center - Tough characters are capable of having soft hearts.

The Champion - A character devoted to sticking up for another character.

A Chat with Satan - A character tests whether the hero would enact their darker desires if tempted.

The Chosen One - The ancient prophecy says that only a certain person can save the world.

Classic Villain - A villain who acts as an evil foil to the hero's personality and is a main block to his journey towards his destiny.

The Conscience - A character that acts as another one's moral guide.

The Corrupter - A villain who tempts people into doing evil things.

The Cynic - Someone who always has low expectations for everything.

Demiurge Archetype - Someone evil pretending to be the setting's Top God.

Dumb Muscle - Lots of brawn, short on brains.

Eccentric Mentor - A mentor who is quirky, yet still wise and skilled.

Enigmatic Empowering Entity - A mysterious character who grants great power.

Evil Overlord - An incredibly powerful, highly influential despot who is usually the Big Bad of the story.

The Fair Folk - Fairies have Blue-and-Orange Morality.

False Prophet - A savior or religious figure, or someone posing as such, lying for selfish reasons.

Father Neptune - An old, gritty, experienced sailor.

The Ferryman - A mythical figure whose boat is used as a vehicle to transport people to Other Worlds.

Fool for Love - Tough, and possibly cynical, but still a sucker for love.

Gentle Giant - An imposing and scary but kind-hearted Big Guy.

The Good King - A king who is good at his job and beloved by the people.

Granny Classic - A wise, nurturing, and reliable grandmother.

The Grotesque - A character's ugliness is so extreme that it elicits pity instead of disgust.

Herald - What sends The Hero on their journey.

The Hero's Idol - The character who inspires The Hero to follow their path.

Heroic Wannabe - Wants to be a hero, but lacks the skills and/or mindset for actual heroism.

The High Queen - A woman of wealth, power, near-impossible beauty, and a calm demeanor.

Higher Self - A character's wiser, dettached side.

Hunter of Monsters - Someone who hunts and kills monsters and supernatural creatures.

Ideal Hero - A morally perfect hero.

The Idealist - A character defined by their hopefulness in the present and the future.

Ineffectual Loner - A capable but solitary character whose efficiency is limited by their lack of friends.

Jeanne d'Archétype - A young, soldier woman who is seen as her cause's symbol.

The Kirk - The balancer/combination of logic and emotion.

The Klutz - A character whose defining trait is clumsiness.

Knight in Shining Armor - A hero who champions the weak and innocent, especially women in distress.

Loser Archetype - A character whose disgrace comes from their lack of talent/skill.

Lovable Rogue - A charming, likeable trickster.

Madonna Archetype - Humble mother figure modeled after the Virgin Mary.

The McCoy - The emotional and sentimentalistic character.

Mentor Archetype - Someone whose role is to ensure The Hero's Character Development.

Messianic Archetype - Someone who endures great sacrifices to save others.

Mock Millionaire - A millionaire wannabe.

Modern Major General - Can do anything well except their actual job.

My Girl Back Home -The loved one who The Hero leaves when going on an adventure.

Old Soldier - Military Old Master.

The Paladin - Holy knight with healing and defensive powers and light based magic.

The Paragon - An embodiment of virtue who inspires others to help society.

The Patriarch - A male elder with the highest authority in his family.

Person of Mass Destruction - A person with massively devastating abilities.

The Pollyanna - A character who remains optimistic no matter what may happen to them.

Powers That Be - Almighty, powerful, and invisible forces.

Princess Classic - An innocent, good and kind princess.

The Protagonist - The character whom the story is about.

Rebel Leader - The character who leads La Résistance.

Rebellious Spirit - A character who doesn't abide by the rules.

Reluctant Monster - An Always Chaotic Evil species is oblivious/reluctant to their deeds.

Satanic Archetype - An evil-doer modelled after Satan.

Seeker Archetype - A character whose main motivation is to learn a certain truth.

Shadow Archetype - A character embodies another character's rejected facets.

Sidekick - The ever-reliable Number Two guy to every hero.

The Spock - The logical intellectual.

Star-Crossed Lovers - Lovers doomed to be kept apart.

The Storyteller - A character who tells tales and sometimes is the narrator.

The Trickster - A cunning character who disregards the rules.

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Festival Accompanying Chapter 16

Back in Massacre chapter 17, Takano said there are powers in Tokyo who want to see Tokyo fail. And we're seeing some of that now that Nomura is here.

I'm going to take what Nomura says with a grain of salt. She's ultimately trying to manipulate Takano so we can't guarantee anything she says is actually true. In particular, she says the new board in Tokyo wants to discontinue Takano's research because they disagree with it and she brings up wanting to continue Koizumi's legacy.

Remember that under Koizumi's influence, Hinamizawa Syndrome research was directed toward military use. And Takano's thesis went as far as assuming the possibility of human thought being controlled by parasites.

The "logical" conclusion I see is this research could lead to developing mass mind-control.

But anyway, Nomura is an obviously evil person with evil intents. It's absolutely creepy how much she read Takano like a book, but then again she probably didn't need to do much work to figure Takano out. If she really did talk with Koizumi about why he was funding Takano's research and if she knew about her outburst during the meeting last chapter, it probably wasn't difficult to realize Takano is only doing all this to make the people who mocked her grandfather's research acknowledge it as true.

And while we don't hear Nomura's suggestion, we can know exactly what it was. Emergency Manual 34 already exists as it was mentioned in chapter 12. Tokyo ultimately wants to eradicate Hinamizawa Syndrome and act as if it never existed. But invoking Emergency Manual 34 will force Tokyo to have to enact a FAR greater coverup which will be the cause of speculations, conspiracies, and policies for at least 20 years.

And while I'd assume Takano already is a hobby occult writer, she probably slipped some of her writings into all the myth that will surround the Great Hinamizawa Disaster as some way to include a little bit of the true reason for everything into it.

Keiichi has moved into the village and he's getting a look at the school.

Keiichi and his family moved to Hinamizawa after Keiichi had assaulted children with a model gun and shot one girl in the eye. And now he's going to be in a class with children around the same age as that girl.

Chie asked that he set a good example for them as he will be the oldest boy in the class. Keiichi was very awkward in agreeing to that, but he does genuinely want to be a good role model going forward.

I wish I could tell who this is supposed to be. Is she a magical girl, a music idol, or just a character someone drew?

The VN contains a few instances where it mentions things that don't exist in 1983. From @8bitsupervillain's playthrough of the VNs, I found screenshots mentioning Cardcaptor Sakura (renamed as Card Master Sakura) and the end of the Cold War. Cardcaptor Sakura began publication in 1996 while the Cold War ended in 1991.

But anyway, the first thing that popped into my mind was Madoka from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, which is extra insane because it first aired in 2011, a year after this chapter was first published.

I wonder if Keiichi had a similar scenario his father had when meeting Hanyu and Rika. We have no confirmation that this scene of them introducing themselves to him happens in every timeline.

The moment I read "You're the six on the die, Keiichi, sir." I started trying to assign characters to each value and realized none of Rika's preparations include Shion at all.

There was something about how Hanyu's horns are drawn that's been bugging me and I finally figured it out with this panel.

The way Karin Suzuragi seems to draw Hanyu's head is by drawing Hanyu's hair and then placing the horns on top of her head. As a result, Hanyu's hair doesn't flow around her horns.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Takano's reaction to god rolling ones on her is to flip the table to make the dice become a six. And everything about Operation Apocalypse is that plus more. Not only does she intend to flip the table once more, but she's decided to directly fight against who she believes is responsible for all her struggles.

Although really, she's taking all her frustration out on a local deity who really has nothing to do with anything. Really, Takano should want to befriend Oyashiro since Oyashiro is so deeply tied to Hinamizawa.

Takano said an absolute will shall decide an absolute future. Her will is to make herself and her grandfather into gods. The means do not matter. She previously tried to accomplish this through her research, but now she's decided to achieve godhood by becoming Oyashiro.

And since her approach requires her to oppose god rather than have god's support, she decided to give back the one thing god ever gave her.

I think it's safe to assume Takano offered a ten yen coin to the Furude shrine in every timeline. And in every other timeline, the offering was accepted. So Takano could say she owed nothing to god.

But this time, her offering was rejected. Oyashiro has declared that she will oppose Takano's plan from even the first step.

NIPA BEAM!!!

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Spoiler Discussion

This is pure speculation on my part, but I want to throw out the possibility that Nomura may be behind even more than what we're given. There's no proof, but I kinda wonder if she may have had Koizumi assassinated. His cause of death was a sudden heart attack. Sure, he's old and it's not unusual for someone his age to die like that, but the Wild Dogs previously killed Rika's father in a way that makes it look like he died from a heart attack.

And the Wild Dogs were hired by Koizumi, but they're secretly working under Nomura during Operation Apocalypse. Maybe Nomura decided to get rid of Koizumi so she could make a power-grab that failed. Or maybe things are going exactly as intended and she just wants to sow as much chaos as possible.

[meanwhileinstasiville]

I see all the yellow and I get followed around by the cars and...

You guys are stacked up against *every single old world stereotype from everywhere on earth* about that standard Latino build; laziness, pestilence, Animal Farm of the pigs as fascists, corruption, graft, sickness of the heart and of the mind.

Dear Arin, your brother acts and socializes and even attempted to court women, like a latino. And who absent that, seemed keen on tabling doumas like a Russian, a probable heritage from the perogi preparing great grandma of gangnes drive. And not white so much. Whataboutism, though definitely. Walking by "otterlifter" summons a yellow clad person, cooper, or otherwise? Mazatlan? Any of a number of college-meets-siskyou buildings?

Actives "that must not go unanswered" like *walking down the street* *across a bridge* *up a hill*? Really?

Whatever it is, it's not whiteness. American even at times. Slavic quality more and more, I swear.

(Am glad it's not dying, or that I can find shoes *because someone intends to mock me* rather than going barefoot, or that I eat daily because someone wants to ascribe or draw conclusions from it) Really.

...But what does it do? My parameters don't change anyone else's for being harassed all the time.

*seems to be getting a lot of exercise, the stationed person from the library lobby who spends time hogging the community phone there* (Since I started sitting in the corner)

*seems the mumbler girl who holed up; outside what was the paddington throwaway store, what the vicinity of love revolution has for seating, at the top of the library stair in the magazines, is taking to walking all the way to clay street to meet me there*

*Exponentially increasingly bizarre conversation downstairs as of the last three days or so*

*used to see this stuff at the mountain avenue crossing below the highschool where the walking path met the road* (any of the random encounters waiting for me to have them)

*used to see the car thing piled up as curated traffic at the walking path meets garfield location* (stacks of cars from encounters at intersections around town and the outskirts)

*and first spot next to the coop where had sat red hondas and blue fords before that, yet another cooper because some economist mags were left on a low library shelf* In the large print section (I'm going to hazard a guess that you became an economist because Eric read that, ryan. So, economics is about *making people ***do things*** not reading and citing indicators for praises; military strategy is about killing people *it's not about studying maps for notable features* ("we'll inflict so much pain on them (meaning I think, the fed) that they'll have to lay people off" said an old issue of the economist about fixing things. Which is why *you can't ever afford to actually be wrong* as a late friend might observe. Out of every hundred people; who lives dies works gets sick or has unmet needs?

(Following by cars based on make model and even color, is not a solution to any problem that I have. I am not for want of it when it is not there)

Unless of course, it's the nazi thing; which another friend strongly denies. So I lived at *both* an address of a dead friend and later a living one. I squatted a place in highschool formerly occupied by a family or two of illegals who spoke spanish. I am not any of them. I feel like this is more important than ever, to point out

Add to that the yellow clad woman with a leash and then the guy in yellow coat who made several passes *to be seen* next to the library

A motorcycle with sidecar, I don't know guys seems gangs plus fascism

[charlie-fabray]

"Maybe you and I should check out one of those fancy grocery stores and see if we can find some of those." he wondered if Kyle would want to go the nursery with him or if that would be boring. Though the boy had made it quite clear that he wouldn't find any parts of him boring. no sense testing that theory though.

"I suppose so. My brother taught me by example to stand up for people who can't stand up for themselves. I'm not as good at it as he is, but I like to think I can make him proud sometimes." He tipped his head to the side and grinned, reaching out to gently tap Kyle on the tip of his adorable nose. "Pretty much all of the parts sweetheart. Mostly your honesty and good heart. The world has plenty of jaded, grouchy people. You make me smile and I'm sure many others too. So don't change that okay?" He gave him a mock stern look. Of course how could he keep a stern face at that declaration. "More than pizza? That is a lot." He hugged him for a moment enjoying the simple closeness without any expectation other than just this.

"Sure, but if I get tipsy you have to promise to behave like a proper gentleman," he said with a playful wink. He listened to Kyle explain what he enjoyed about bondage as he sipped his wine appreciatively. He'd heard people talk about it that way before though usually from the tie-ee perspective not the tie-er side of things. It was interesting. He did some strange head shake/nod thing to indicate his ambivalence. "I like it just fine, I suppose, but it more that I enjoy whatever give my partner pleasure. If they like to tie me up than I want to be tied up. If they want to blindfold me, I want to be blindfolded. If they want to cut, I want to be cut. I only have a couple of hard limits. They've gotten in the way a few times, but I'd rather keep the limits for the time being than risk a sub drop or something."

Charlie laughed out loud. "I have indeed. A lot. More than my fair share if I'm being honest. I'm not sure I'm a terrific model for you about this topic." He sobered and leaned forward drawing his knees up to his chest. "Listen. There is no wrong or right or anything in between when it comes to this. I lost my virginity way too young and I wasn't in a good place when I did it and kind of wish I'd waited for that reason, but even so I don't regret it. On the other hand I didn't top anyone until just a couple of years ago. I waited and I don't regret that either. It's all just a journey, you know." He was, if he was actually being honest, glad that Kyle wanted to make his first time be with someone he cared about. Getting fucked in the back of a pick up truck with too little lube and too much enthusiasm was fine and good for him, but his friend deserved much, much better. He let a small smile curve his lips. He didn't know if Kyle knew how much his expressions broadcast his thoughts. There was obviously someone. Charlie tried to think about anyone he'd seen his friend with. "You seem to be getting pretty close to Miss Jade," he hinted in a conspiratorial voice. "Is there something going on there?"

“I do now!” Kyle grinned, letting out a chuckle to match Charlie’s. Shaking his head, he looked shocked. “But I’ve seen it! And other fruit that’s a combination of two. Like the plumquat, and the pineberry (pineapple and strawberry). They are real!” He was certain of this, even if it had been years ago when he heard of these fruits. It’s not that he’d never seen one in real life, but he remembered hearing about them through a credible source. “Oh, so you were standing up for someone. That’s nice! I think putting yourself out of your comfort zone for other people feels easier… or less scary.” He wasn’t sure if he was making sense. “Though I can’t imagine speaking up to a professor!” Especially one that was clearly a bully. “Which… part… exactly?” Kyle asked, slightly confused about what he had said to garner the other’s compliment. But nonetheless, he smiled and nodded. “I appreciate you guys more than pizza.” Which was a lot. As he was pulled in, Kyle moved his arms around Charlie’s body, hugging the other man for a moment.

“If I don’t like it, will you drink it for me?” It was something he and his brothers used to do. Share unfinished or unwanted food, drinks, etc. Crossing his legs on the chair, Kyle continued bringing nachos to his mouth. “I really like the different ways of doing it. Like you can use cuffs, or rope, or tape, or silk ties, and they all look and feel different. And then you can tie someone up in so many different ways!” He had yet to actually do it, but maybe soon. “So, you’re into, like, light bondage?”

As Kyle listened to Charlie, he started to wonder if he should wait and not rush it, either. He just got in these moods where he was tired of waiting. Currently, he was in a ‘I wanna lose it before my 19th birthday’ mood. “I don’t know… I feel like you would know more than me… cos you’ve actually done it.” He took a sip of the wine, cold and dry. “Why do you wish you hadn’t rushed it?” He paused for a moment. “I think… I just want to do it with someone that I have feelings for.” Influenced by his movies, Kyle didn’t want to just fuck. “I don’t need to be in love with them, or anything. I just want to know I had feelings for that person and they had feelings for me.”  He shrugged. “I don’t think so.” His crush on Jade was no secret, but he didn’t feel like they were there. He could hope, but that's all at this point. He took a bigger sip of the wine. It wasn’t something he would get for himself, but he didn’t hate it.

[gew-portfolio]

Digital Portfolio

Media: Ink

Size: A1

This is a drawing of a female form, focusing on creating deep shadows and a clear gesture, as well as trying out a pose that I found interesting to draw from.

Media: Chalk

Size: Roughly A1

In this piece the task was to shade only where the light hit the body instead of drawing the outlines and shading the shadows. This allowed me to focus on the highlights.

Media: Charcoal

This piece was one of my first 10 minute sketches, where I tried to focus more on gesture than shape.

Media: Charcoal

Size: A1

I enjoyed this one a lot. These were 1-2 minutes sketches using the charcoal on its side and trying to use only straight lines to convey gesture and display figure.

Media: Pencil and Charcoal

These were my first set of 15 minute drawings, where I was trying to experiment.

Media: Pencil, chalk, and charcoal

Size: Roughly A4 each

This is were I began to focus on shadows and highlights more, as well as exploring perspective and foreshortening.

Media: Ink, bleach, and pastels

Size: A1

In this piece I had to be careful not to completely outline the body and focus on just the highlights with the bleach. I didnt think I could get the head in while just looking at the highlights so I focused on the torso and thighs. I also tried to deepen shadowy areas slightly with a blue pastel.

Media: Ink

I began to look at movement by overlapping different poses on top of each other in different colours. The model would dance until someone said stop then we would have 3 minutes to draw the pose.

Media: Pencil and ink

This was also a piece looking at movement, it was the models movement from standing, to sitting on a chair, to sitting on the floor, to finally laying down. I used the same media for every other pose. pencil for the 1st and 3rd and inks for the 2nd and 4th. I also began to use more vibrant colours.

Media: Acrylics and pencil

This was my first exploration with acrylics whilst life drawing. I wanted to focus on the legs so I could experiment on the foreshortening with the legs.

Media: Ink

In this piece I tried to be a bit bolder with the inks and didnt use pencil to out line the figure.

Media: Acrylics and pencil

Whilst I did use some pencil in this piece to outline, I tried to reduce how much I out lined. I also tried to use more mid tones to make the highlights look lighter and shadows look darker. This was a difficult pose for me so I tried to only focus on some of the body to get the foreshortening.

Media: Soft pastels

I like this piece. I focused on gesture with this piece and tried to exaggerate the slight turn to the left and weight put on the back foot. I also focused on the shadow and highlights, especially on the back.

Media: Screen print and sewing

Size: A3

This is a single screen print design repeated and overlapped on a piece of fabric. I then sewed over the top in red and orange following the pattern of the screen print.

Media: Screen printing

Size: A3

This is the same design layered on a piece of paper, that I cut up and the weaved back together.

Media: Paper (laser cut)

Size: Each circular design ranges from 10cm - 15cm in diameter

These are my paper cuts and designs which were a development piece. I used black sugar paper, white paper and tracing paper with each design printed out several times in the different papers. On the physical piece they are raised off the backing paper with sticky foam giving them different elevations.

Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, dissolvable fabric outcomes .

Size: A2

This is a mock piece where a put several development pieces together. This used a lot of experimentation, and some trial and error especially with the fine lines of the screen print design.

Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, appliques, and sewing

Size: Circle is 20 cm diameter, and rectangle is just bigger than A4

This is a set based off of a the same piece but going in 2 different directions. I began sewing into these pieces and continued with the circle organic theme, using patterns to sew them together instead of just outlining the separate pieces.

Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, applique, sewing, dissolvable fabric outcomes

Size: Each fabric circle base is about 20 com in diameter

This was my final outcome of this set of experimentation. 2 of the fabric circles are separate, and 2 of them are connected with the appliques and paper cuts. As they aren't all connected they can be rearranged or even hung up.

Media: Pencil and Acrylic paint

Size: A1

The one on the left is a scan which has more focus but makes it too light/white. The one on the right is a photo, which has less focus but show the colours better.

This is part of the first project from the course that I'm currently on. In this piece I explore linear perspective as well as attempting to grey colours out as they extend into the distance. This is technically still a work in progress, as I haven't finished the view from the window.

Media: Foam board, and Styrofoam

Size: The base circle is 15cm in diameter, the top of the arc (where the "brain" rests) is 10 cm in diameter.

This was a model I made in the 2nd project, that had to involve an aspect of the body. I chose the brain and decided to do a museum with an auditorium at the top. This is all created without the help of a computer or machine, which meant it took up a lot of my time and effort.

Unfortunately I was too focused on creating this piece, and I dont think I explored around as much as I wish I had done, but I am glad that it came out as well as it did despite this. It also helped me realize that I needed to explore more colour, texture and materials with each project.

This is a board with some of my initial ideas, final ideas and some tests with materials and getting them to flex.

This is one of my recent projects (3rd project, finished as of 30th of January), where I'm designing a sculptural small building. It has to do with giving a place for the homeless to sleep without causing issues, and whilst being a sculptural piece .

This is part of my current project. These pieces were part of my colour and shape exploration after I looked into the MahaNakhon Tower. I had decided to explore a geometrical aspect and how different colours and lighting would affect it. I started it with a hand drawn sketch and transferred it digitally into illustrator. I also tried to give a glowing effect.

[gw-portfolio]

Media: Ink

Size: A1

This is a drawing of a female form, focusing on creating deep shadows and a clear gesture, as well as trying out a pose that I found interesting to draw from.

Media: Chalk

Size: Roughly A1

In this piece the task was to shade only where the light hit the body instead of drawing the outlines and shading the shadows. This allowed me to focus on the highlights.

Media: Charcoal

This piece was one of my first 10 minute sketches, where I tried to focus more on gesture than shape.

Media: Charcoal

Size: A1

I enjoyed this one a lot. These were 1-2 minutes sketches using the charcoal on its side and trying to use only straight lines to convey gesture and display figure.

Media: Pencil and Charcoal

These were my first set of 15 minute drawings, where I was trying to experiment.

Media: Pencil, chalk, and charcoal

Size: Roughly A4 each

This is were I began to focus on shadows and highlights more, as well as exploring perspective and foreshortening.

Media: Ink, bleach, and pastels

Size: A1

In this piece I had to be careful not to completely outline the body and focus on just the highlights with the bleach. I didnt think I could get the head in while just looking at the highlights so I focused on the torso and thighs. I also tried to deepen shadowy areas slightly with a blue pastel.

Media: Ink

I began to look at movement by overlapping different poses on top of each other in different colours. The model would dance until someone said stop then we would have 3 minutes to draw the pose.

Media: Pencil and ink

This was also a piece looking at movement, it was the models movement from standing, to sitting on a chair, to sitting on the floor, to finally laying down. I used the same media for every other pose. pencil for the 1st and 3rd and inks for the 2nd and 4th. I also began to use more vibrant colours.

Media: Acrylics and pencil

This was my first exploration with acrylics whilst life drawing. I wanted to focus on the legs so I could experiment on the foreshortening with the legs.

Media: Ink

In this piece I tried to be a bit bolder with the inks and didnt use pencil to out line the figure.

Media: Acrylics and pencil

Whilst I did use some pencil in this piece to outline, I tried to reduce how much I out lined. I also tried to use more mid tones to make the highlights look lighter and shadows look darker. This was a difficult pose for me so I tried to only focus on some of the body to get the foreshortening.

Media: Soft pastels

I like this piece. I focused on gesture with this piece and tried to exaggerate the slight turn to the left and weight put on the back foot. I also focused on the shadow and highlights, especially on the back.

Media: Screen print and sewing

Size: A3

This is a single screen print design repeated and overlapped on a piece of fabric. I then sewed over the top in red and orange following the pattern of the screen print.

Media: Screen printing

Size: A3

This is the same design layered on a piece of paper, that I cut up and the weaved back together.

Media: Paper (laser cut)

Size: Each circular design ranges from 10cm - 15cm in diameter

These are my paper cuts and designs which were a development piece. I used black sugar paper, white paper and tracing paper with each design printed out several times in the different papers. On the physical piece they are raised off the backing paper with sticky foam giving them different elevations.

Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, dissolvable fabric outcomes .

Size: A2

This is a mock piece where a put several development pieces together. This used a lot of experimentation, and some trial and error especially with the fine lines of the screen print design.

Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, appliques, and sewing

Size: Circle is 20 cm diameter, and rectangle is just bigger than A4

This is a set based off of a the same piece but going in 2 different directions. I began sewing into these pieces and continued with the circle organic theme, using patterns to sew them together instead of just outlining the separate pieces.

Media: Fabric, dyes, screen print, paper cuts, applique, sewing, dissolvable fabric outcomes

Size: Each fabric circle base is about 20 com in diameter

This was my final outcome of this set of experimentation. 2 of the fabric circles are separate, and 2 of them are connected with the appliques and paper cuts. As they aren't all connected they can be rearranged or even hung up.

This is a board with some of my initial ideas, final ideas and some tests with getting the materials to flex.

This is one of my current projects, were I'm designing a sculptural small building. It has to do with giving a place for the homeless to sleep without causing issues, and whilst being a slight sculptural piece.

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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@dino-doodles I was just going to reply but I simply had too much to say now that I've had time to stew about it so fuck it. reblog.

cw for fatphobia, eating disorders

so I read slott's great lakes avengers miniseries from 2005 because it happened to be in a squirrel girl collection I was reading. now, one of the gla characters is, of course, big bertha, whose mutant power is that she can control her body fat (the marvel wiki says mass but it means fat). now this has always seemed to me a little. hmm. bc whoa a fat woman and her secret identity is a model she's so skinny normally and her power is presented as bizarre and vaguely useless like all the other members of the gla and also holy shit the way she's drawn sometimes. I wouldn't exactly call it outright malicious? but as a fat woman it definitely makes me distinctly uncomfortable

so anyway, issue 3 of slott's gla opens with her announcing that to "get rid of the extra bulk" she has to vomit. and then she does. you can look at the panel if you want but I'm not going to put it here and I'm going to refrain from describing it because jesus.

I sat there in horror for a moment because what. what the fuck do you mean this woman's superpower is bulimia. what the actual fuck. then I went to investigate.

AS FAR AS I CAN TELL, slott created this little tidbit of information. I briefly looked through all of her (13) appearances prior to this series, and did not see this in evidence anywhere. most of the time you're not actually seeing her transform but there is one instance where in one panel she's fat and in the next one is skinny which seemed to me like an artistic continuity error. (this was a deadpool comic and god the other horrors i witnessed watching deadpool interact with her. that's not the point.)

the marvel wiki does cite as an additional source for this information the "official handbook of the marvel universe master edition #3," from 1990 which I was not able to find online anywhere (that's kind of a lie I was able to find a cbr file that I was not able to open bc I draw the line at downloading an additional app to open a sketchy file from the internet for this).

regardless, even if the official handbook does list that she gets rid of the extra mass by vomiting, it doesn't appear in an actual comic book until slott. it would be like slott to read something in an official handbook that never appears in an actual comic book and then put it into his comic book just so he could be like "wow look guys I pay attention to the official handbook I'm such a nerd I love continuity," either not considering or flat out disregarding the fact that BULIMIA AS A SUPERPOWER is FUCKED UP and DOES NOT HAVE TO BE INCLUDED JUST BECAUSE IT SAYS SO IN THE OFFICIAL HANDBOOK OF THE MARVEL UNIVERSE MASTER EDITION #3 FROM 1990 AND LITERALLY NOWHERE ELSE BEFORE HE CAME ALONG

Either way, this is not a fact of her powers that appears anywhere in an actual comic book pre-slott. ON TOP OF THAT, as a narrative device he has squirrel girl's squirrel sidekick monkey joe make fourth-wall breaking jokes throughout the miniseries, and on this page monkey joe says: "Bulimia is never funny! Good gravy what were they thinking? Want to complain? [Marvel's address]"

This is a common problem of his, downplaying the fact that he's being fatphobic/misogynistic/etc. by lampshading it. "wow it's so fucked up that someone wrote that" ignoring the fact that it most certainly did not have to be written like that, but it was because he only cares about shock value. (this happened all the time in his she-hulk series and it makes me so mad). here he goes even further by preemptively mocking the people who might be (reasonably, rightfully) upset by it by making them seem like uptight whiners who can't take a joke and are going to run to marvel editorial to complain.

2005 was a bad time to be a woman in a marvel comics, particularly if you were written by dan slott. add this to his list of crimes.

dan slott my despised. im going to kill him with my bare hands.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Fat Funny Friend — you choose the character/profession

The old stylized lights that surround the mirror aid in reflecting your image and you stare at yourself on the surface while your hands rest on your lap. The mirror is high enough that you can see your body until the point where the reflective surface cuts off at your stomach, and a thought enters your mind that is toxic in itself.

You wonder if you had your face but the body of someone else if you would be considered worthy enough to be here. You let your mind wander to the slanderous draw of the surgeries and the procedures that are catered to and meant for people like you. The way that the advertisements are worded and produced has been made for girls and women who want to change everything about themselves.

You can still see the boldened words flashing in your mind, the brazen statements that knock you down while attempting to provide hope for other women like you who are fortunate enough to be friends with pretty people. The Fat Funny Friend is what they had labelled you despite knowing him since you were in diapers.

You are the plus-sized woman that followed him throughout childhood and into your teen years, encouraging him to become the heartthrob he is now. You were the poor soul he had taken pity on to spare your feelings. That is how they’ve spun the story, that’s how they’ve woven the web of lies that justify the pictures of you and him hanging out late at night.

The Fat Funny Friend and the breathtaking specimen that female models, actresses and musicians are lining up to date. The Fat Funny Friend who makes everyone wonder why he had kept you around even after he had gotten jobs and deals one after the other.

Their digs and barbs, the comments that have been made to your face by snideful and beautiful women had been like acid on your skin. They were bold and brazen, they were unapologetic even when he had come to your defence.

Even when he had called you beautiful and gorgeous, even when he had kept himself close to you because of your friendship and the years that followed you, they had denied there was anything more than pity.

No one your size, no one worthy of his time, could look like you.

The Fat Funny friend had been your staple within the circles he was now a part of. They wanted you to be a memory of the past, they wanted him to completely lose you for the sake of a relationship more worth his status.

All the pictures, all the memories of you spending hours talking late at night had been mocked.

Every picture that been dug up from the past, had been criticized.

If they had seen you out together and you were enjoying any minuscule morsel of food, it was questioned and you were scathingly torn apart.

If they had seen him out with a friend, or a coworker, eating anything that you would’ve, they were praised for enjoying themselves.

The lights had flickered, dimmed once and then twice, a sign that he had only a few minutes to get where he needed to be. You sat where you were and watched in the reflection as the door opened and he stepped out wearing what they had picked for him. He looked gorgeous and put together like he always was, he looked perfect in every possible way, and you disdainfully felt your heart skipping beats as your throat tightened.

“You’re always there for me,” he addressed you before he did anything, his bright and megawatt smile stealing every atom of oxygen from your lungs, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, lovebug.”

“You’re going to be amazing, like always.” You couldn’t stop yourself from feeling the sting of tears and the shake of your voice had nearly given you away.

“Only because of you,” he stopped by the mirror and leaned in, resting his hands on either side of you, “you get more beautiful every time I see you.”

Your eyes close as he kisses the top of your head and you dig your nails into your thigh, urging yourself not to cry until he’s gone. You have to wait until he mumbles can’t wait to see you when I’m done before you can let the stinging tears roll down your cheeks and the first strangled cry fall from your lips.

You have to wait until the door is closed before you can cover your face with your hands and quietly scream into your palms. You wait until he’s gone and doing his job, being the captivating presence he always is, before you stand and hastily grab your things.

You can’t be here when he’s done, you can’t be here when his fans start screaming his name and the women eager to sleep with him fight to find him. you can’t be here when the press takes pictures of you, only to reduce you to the ugly best friend.

You have to leave, because staying another moment may actually shatter what’s left of your tender heart.