#felt like showing the sketch since it is almost the same but still a lil diff and i��d like u to see them

[d0d0-b0i]

“this new outfit really suits ya lil bro!”

bonus: sketch under the cut cus i liked it

[yourlocalartsonist]

MONTHLY MFIP UPDATE✨✨

9/24 | Month 2 | Next Month | Month 1

Hey folks 🦐 I finally got the chance to make this month’s MFIP Update cuz god damn life was kicking my ass. College is fine for the most part tbh, just a lot of reading and writing cuz of the specific classes I chose. HOWEVER I have 💥FUCKING PMDD💥 so um skill issue on my part but it’s why I’ve been kinda exhausted as shit this week and was late with the update so my bad folks! (Also for more info on PMDD, click here! I don’t wanna spend this post yapping about it but wanted to leave a resource to spread awareness just in case :3). Also, Imma be tagging some of y'all who have been reading/supporting MFIP consistently just for this post, so yk you guys actually know these updates exist. I was gonna do that for the first ever update but as with many things, I forgor, so I'm doing it now! They’re supposed to come out on the 18th of every month, but yk sometimes life happens and I’m a lil late. It won’t be any earlier than the 18th tho so look out for these once it hits that date! Anywho, cheers to this month’s update!

Alrighty folks we be starting with the Art~!

Alrighty so obvious new thing, WE GOT RAPH’S REF SHEEEEEEEET TEEHEEEEEEE

BRO IM SO HYPE ABOUT IT! It turned out so genuinely amazing and I’m ridiculously proud of it! Especially cuz I honestly thought Raph was gonna be a harder design to figure out yk? I’m not used to drawing his body type, I wasn’t as familiar with his outfit, and even tho I’ve sketched him a few times before, I was just a bit nervous with Raph. Funfact, he’s also been the hardest to figure out how to write back when I was first starting MFIP. I genuinely don’t know why, but I got there eventually (I actually really love writing him now—) and same thing happened with his design!

Since MFIP’s taking place a few months after the Krang invasion, i’m able to take creative liberties and update the boys’ designs more! For some clarification btw, in my story’s lore, the invasion took place in September 2020, and MFIP starts on March 2021. Anywhizzle, my ideas for the boys’ designs is to combine their movie look with their show look, cuz while I do LOVE the black on them, it doesn’t feel right to me to not make them still unique in their own ways. These guys are all about authenticity, so why make their gear exactly the same, ya get me? I basically recolored his show gear to be black and red (and added a lil asymmetry on his legs) cuz I think it makes Raph feel older and more sure about himself, just feels right for him! I also just think the red fade on the black is hella cool! Fun lil color theory i think application, the black is more of a really dark, inky blue, so it makes the red pop out even more! I decided to make a bow out of his mask tails, too! I don’t wanna spoil the entire lore reasoning for it yet (it’ll pop up in the story), but I can indeed say it’s intentional that it looks a little like a lunamoth with damaged tails :3 I also took a BUNCH of creative liberties with his sais’ handles, since we haven’t really seen it much so like idk gaslight yourselves into thinking it’s always been this epic✨✨

Also I gave him his shorts back because FUCK YOU I LIKED THE RED TRIMMMM—

OH I ALMOST FORGOT yes he has longer eyelashes! I saw he grows to have really pretty eyelashes in the future cuz of his turtle species, and I wanted to lean into that by showing they’re starting to grow now :3

Bullshit Gag Because Yes‼️‼️

There ain’t shit to say about this, I just pulled a silly. I saw the fact Donnie was supposed to have a “Doctor Donatello” persona in the deleted episode where Dale turns into a werewolf. I’m really heavily on the train of Leo being the team medic and into medicine in general. I don’t think it makes sense for Donnie to be the medic judging by his sensory issues and this mf being as much of a germaphobe as my mom, and in my opinion it felt too stereotypical anyway to have Donnie be the medic. Ofc, to each their own, and this is just my interpretation of it, but I thought it’d be funny if Donnie still had this persona and was passionate about it, but was like horrifically bad at being a doctor. I made this dumbass sketch that I’ll finish sometime in the future (it’s gonna be a chapter in Arc 3 probably) and I just wanted to share it with yall~

THEY’RE HUMAN NOW⁉️

My ass wanted to show off cuz I’m sketching out some ideas of what my human designs for the boys culd be. I already did Leo’s like ages ago so he’s not on here but I’m realizing as I’m typing this my dumbass forgor to post it so um my bad I will do that in a few days—

But I wanted to design (or more accurately, redesign cuz I did draw em once a while back but I’m not satisfied with them) and I think I ate so far so uh yea. There isn’t any logic to sharing this, I just thought it was cool😭

And actually, imma share them here too just so y’all can see my boy ;w;

(A lil outdated cuz I didn’t give him lips at the time)

Okay there we go~

As you can see, I want all the boys to look kinda etherial and like they'd turn heads, and I think I am SUCCEEDING SO HARD SO FAR CUZ DAMNNNN THEY'RE ALL PRETTY AS SHIIIIIIIT TEEHEE✨ Also am tryna make sure they actually look Blasian since that's what the canon of my story says they are. I'll talk about them more another time when I have all of them on here~

But yea that's all for art this time folks :> ONTO THE NEXT THINGGG

Chapter Progress Time Whoop Whoooop‼️‼️

I didn’t make much progress on anything this month due to college—again, it’s fine, but there’s a shit ton of time management going on in my part to just manage everything and make sure I’m on track—BUT I am indeed still working on chapter 10. We’re up to 20 pages now which is only two more pages written from last month, but it’s kinda cool writing Donnie and I feel like I’m getting a better understanding of him! One thing I’ve been tryna do is understand autism better as a condition cuz I do wanna acknowledge and show bro’s autism instead of just ignoring it due to a lack of understanding. Donnie ain’t Donnie without it, ya know? I don’t know everything and tbh I would say I still have A LOT to learn on the subject matter, but I’m tryna expand my knowledge every opportunity I get and experimenting with how to better show it! This is to say tho, I’M NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AN EXPERT ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM. This is what I’m finding and comprehending via my own research, and can tbh end up being wrong so please don’t quote me as a reliable source, I’m still learning ;v;

I remember one of the things I kept hearing about was autism leading people to struggle with empathy. The best way I heard it being described was someone bringing the example of when their friend was upset. That person can’t truly feel their friend’s emotions because they’re not the one experiencing it, so can’t properly understand how it’s making their friend feel. But they can see that their friend is communicating their sadness, and they still try to comfort them and make sure their friend knows they’re there for support. I understood it as bringing logic to emotions in a sense; collecting data and figuring out how to handle the situation based on the data rather than using intuition alone.

I’ve been using that to figure out how Donnie might handle more emotionally subtle situations, where he might try to rationally work through what’s happening and kinda substitute it in place of natural empathy. Like the little tidbit I gave above! Instead of just automatically being able to get vibes that the other person is upset, I felt maybe Donnie would instead notice the fact their tone is kinda different from before; it’s basically a data point. With that data point in mind, he could connect it to past experiences where a tone change could indicate a mood change, and as a result he might conclude that Salena’s tone change means she’s upset. I comprehend it as manually working through empathy rather than it being second nature, if that makes sense. Obviously and thankfully Donnie isn’t gonna spend the entire chapter playing a guessing game or anything with Salena’s emotions, it’s just one lil moment that I thought was cool challenge to myself with when writing him! I really love putting myself in the characters’ shoes when I’m writing them or their dialogue. I highly recommend it as a tool too, since it's helped me a lot with staying in character!

Last Lil Segment Y'all

Aight so, I wanted to try doing something cool if y'all are up for it. I really love rambling about my story and lore and characters blah blah blah, but I don't really know how to do so tbh. I'm not that familiar with how social medias work cuz I just never took it seriously, and I don't wanna just keep being like HEYYYYY ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN like I'm screaming from the top of the hill either. Sooooo insteaddddd

I think it'd be fun to do Q&As here! Or at least something similar. I'll open my ask box again and feel free to send any questions you want; it can be about the story, past lore, design questions, getting to know the characters, absolutely anything! Then when I'm gonna do my update for the month, I'll compile all y'all's asks, (prolly will have to tag to make sure you guys know I answered it, or if you ask anon then uh idk look out for the monthly update) and then answer them during the monthly update as the last section! I think it'll be a cool way to make this feel more interactive, and gives me an excuse to ramble. Don't be afraid to ask potentially spoilery questions either! If it's something I can't spoil yet or even give hints or vague answers about, I'll just say so in the update!

Anywhizzle, That's All Folks~!

I'm glad there was so much to talk about this month! I actually deadass thought it would be short but I should know better with my yapping' ass💀✨ But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your days, and I shall see you next month~ Bye :D

Tageroonies:

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By the way, if you guys think you’d like to be tagged whenever an MFIP chapter is posted, lmk in a reblog or comment (no asks or dms plz, too inconvenient) and I’ll be sure to tag so it’s more reliable than tumblr notifs :3🫶

ROTTMNT: Moths Fly In Packs

[blackmissfrizzle]

Angel’s Girl

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel wants everyone to know you’re his girl. Also, part of a request from @brownsugarcoffy​/  Hi! I don't know if your taking any request, but I saw this picture of this necklace with Angel on it. I was wondering if you would write a imagine of Angel Reyes giving the reader a necklace with his name to claiming her as his old lady and now Angel now wants to only see her wearing his name as they make love. I really adore your writing and know you will do it justice. ❤

Warnings: A lil angst, a lil smut, a whole lotta fluff and cheesiness. 

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At some point, you and Angel knew you had a forever kind of love. The kind of love where you get tattoos expressing that love. When it was your two-year anniversary, he propositioned the idea.

He showed you the sketches he drew of your name. He was so excited, that it physically hurt you to burst his bubble. “Angel, I love you, but there’s no way I’m getting your name tattooed on me.” Angel grabbed you by the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know, mi dulce. You’re too practical for that, so that’s why I drew you these.”

Moving his page of his drawing of your name Angel revealed a sheet of paper full of angel wings drawings. The one in the center, immediately caught your attention. “That one! That’s the one!”

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked nervously. Angel had only shown his drawings to you and EZ. He was too insecure to share them with to anyone else.

“Duh! And I’ll get ‘em on my fingers and go like this,” you flicked your wrist. “And tell them my super amazingly talented boyfriend drew them.”

“Handsome. Your super amazingly talented handsome boyfriend.”

“Oh, how could I forget!?” You smacked your forehead. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” He kissed your temple and listened to you plan when you and he would get the tattoos while he rubbed the ring finger you flicked at him earlier, thinking how well it would look with an engagement ring.

--

Angel just loved how you showed off your tattoos. Or better yet how you explained the meaning behind them. Club hang arounds? You flaunted that shit and in the next breath you threatened to punch them dead in the face if they ever disrespect you by flirting with Angel. Dudes hitting on you at the bar? You shot them down with the quickness and told them you only belonged to one person and fluttered your fingers like you were already married.

But one day the tattoos weren’t enough. Angel didn’t know what it was, but he knew he needed something else to say you’re his. An engagement ring was out of the question because he had yet to find the perfect one. Luckily, one day he stumbled onto a heart locket that had his name engraved in it and he knew that was it. That would show everyone you were his old lady.

When he brought the necklace to you, you were automatically in love, but you also had to tease him. He was practically going all caveman on you when he requested you always wear it. “Damn Angel, I might as well get your name tattooed on my forehead.”

“Angel!” You hit him as he was seriously mulling over the idea. “I’m just kidding, querdia. We want to take attention away from your big ole forehead not bring more to it.”

--

With your forgetful self, one day you forgot to put your necklace back on after the gym. That didn’t sit well with Angel, especially since you and him weren’t on the best of terms.

“Where the fuck is your necklace, Y/N?”

“In the car. I forgot to put it back on.” You set down your gym bag, went into the kitchen and got you a bottle of water.

“You forgot? Didn’t I tell you to keep it on at all times?” His insecurities were flaring up, driving him to be crazily possessive.

“Angel, I’m not your damn property! When you get that through your thick ass skull give me a call!” And with that you ran out the door with him calling after you was cut off by you slamming the door and running into your car.

That’s how you ended up at the bar, listening to some lame pickup lines.

“Angel, that’s a pretty name.”  The guy pointed to your necklace.

Soon as you decided you were going to the bar you put the necklace back on. “It is.” You replied in a monotone voice, keeping your eyes straight ahead. He didn’t take the hint that you were not interested and continued to talk to you.

When you raised your glass to take a sip, he noticed your tattoos and made some corny joke. Somehow, he kept going even though that was like the fifth joke you didn’t laugh at.

From afar Angel was watching the interaction partly amused and partly jealous. He wanted you to tell the guy get lost, but he could clearly see your annoyance and it was funny to him. He decided he’ll let it go on for a little while longer to let you suffer some more unless it got out of hand.

“So, Angel what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” The stranger was about to put his hand on your thigh, but he finally picked up on some social cues and stopped himself. “I was enjoying my drink and my name’s not Angel.”

“What? It says it right there.” He pointed to your locket. Oh, this man was dumber than you thought. “Doesn’t mean it’s my name.”

“Then whose name is it?” He got defensive, he didn’t appreciate being made a fool of.

“Her boyfriend’s.” Angel finally decided to intervene when he saw the guy become agitated.

The sleazebag was about to be Billy badass, but then he saw Angel’s kutte and became a stuttering mess. “Sor-so-so-sor-sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girl. My bad.” He didn’t even give Angel time to threaten him. He ran off afraid of what could happen.

“Took you long enough off.” Halfway through your one-sided conversation with your unwanted suitor you saw Angel’s reflection through the bar’s mirror. “You knew I was here? Why didn’t you stop him?”

“I thought you would.”

Angel took your glass and drunk the rest of your drink. “Nah, it was too much fun seeing you suffer.”

“Asshole!” You playfully shoved Angel.

He started to laugh but it eventually died down. “I’m sorry, querida.”

“For being an asshole at home or being one here?”

“At home. That shit here was too funny.” He backed away before you could hit him again. “Seriously though, I’m sorry. I don’t think of you as my property. Yeah this,” Angel moved in closer to grab your necklace, “it means you’re my girl, but the deeper meaner is that you own my heart.”

“So that means I’m not your whore you can fuck however and whenever you want?” You asked with a smirk.

“Check, please!”

—

Angel had you twisted up like some damn pretzel, but you loved it. As soon as you got home, he got on his knees and made you cum three times with his mouth and he would’ve gone for the fourth if you didn’t beg him to fuck you.

“Shit! Who’s pussy is this?” Angel was pounding into you, his eyes were focused on your locket swinging against your neck. “It’s yours Daddy!”

“Damn right it is.” He took your left hand and sucked your ring finger. With his hand he took a hold of your neck. “And next time some little bitch tried talking to you, you shit that shit down. You understand me?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered with tears streaming down your face. Angel was too good at this. You could feel another orgasm mounting up and it felt like it would be the most powerful of all.

Angel noticed you trying to hold back your orgasm because he didn’t give you the permission to cum. “Good girl.” He praised you, leaning forward until your foreheads met. “Daddy’s making you feel good?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head, “You’re so big, I can feel you deep in my tummy.”

He pressed a hand to your stomach. “You’re right, princesa. I’m deep in them guts. But can you do me a favor baby girl?”

“Anything for you.” Angel smiled against your neck. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” And just like that you did. You screamed Angel’s name at the top of your lungs almost drowning out his own shouts of pleasure.

After that thorough round you wanted to bundle up and go to sleep but Angel made you get up. “Hygiene over comfortability,” he said.

As you went to use the restroom, he changed the sheets and started the bath. Just before you joined him in the tub, he handed you your shower cap. It was blissful silence as you two cleaned up.

Again, Angel was rubbing in your left ring finger. Ever since you got the tattoo there, he’s been obsessed, but he never gave the same attention to your middle finger with the other angel wing.

“Angel?”

“Yes, querida?”

“Why do you keep a hand on my ring finger?”

“Man, I thought you were the smart one of us two.” You splashed some water his way and he quickly apologized knowing you could start a splash war like nothing.

He brought up said finger to his lips and kissed it. “Because I can’t stop imagining how good it’ll look with a ring on it.”

His answer appeased you which led you to your conditions of your proposal. Angel listened eagerly and ingrained each requirement in his head. There was no way he was gonna mess this up.

--

He hadn’t been shopping for it, he just accidentally stumbled on it while at the mall. Weeks later, Angel finally found the perfect engagement ring for you. He was so excited that he planned to propose that night, but your nails weren’t done and one of your requirements were to make sure your nails weren’t ‘raggedy’ as you would put it.

Then another couple of weeks later the opportunity presented itself. You were on your lunch break and you came to the clubhouse to spend it with him and the guys. Your mouth was full of tacos like chipmunk cheeks while you yelled ‘No fucking way!’ at Coco and Angel thought there was no one he rather spend the rest of his days with.

He did a quick check of your nails and they still look good from the day before. Yeah there were people around, but it was people you and him consider family. Your hair was done, and you had a nice outfit on, so all the boxes were checked.

“Querida,” he called out to you to stop you from arguing with Coco.

“Yeah babe?” You turned to him and found him on one knee. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and started wiggling around doing some weird celebratory dance.

The guys turned to see what was happening and they all cracked a smile. “About damn time.” Coco slapped the back of Angel’s shoulders. The rest of the Mayans came out with their guns out when they heard your screams, but quickly put them away when they saw what was happening.

Each time Angel tried to say something you would just squeal and continue dancing, not giving him a chance to get one-word in. “Prospect, get her.” Bishop ordered, seeing how uncomfortable Angel was getting from kneeling on the gravel.

EZ wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other over your mouth. “I know you’re excited to be my sister-in-law, but you can’t say yes if he can’t ask the question. So, can you be quiet and be still?” You nodded your head fervently and EZ released you.

“Thanks, bro.” Angel cleared his throat before looking at you. He was getting nervous again, but then he saw how you had to contain your excitement and he was overwhelmed with love again. “You know I’m not good with words and shit, but I’ll try. You’re my everything, Y/N. You’re my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. I honestly can’t think of my life without you because it would be too depressing. God, I hope this isn’t too corny, but here it goes: what’s the point of an angel if there’s no heaven? So, with that being said, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Angel was lucky he started to stand up because you tackled him once he slid the ring on. He was attacked with kisses all over his face and he wondered how could he had been worried about you saying no at all.

“You know you’re gonna be stuck with me forever, right?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine with that. What’s the point of heaven if I don’t have my Angel with me?” Forever with Angel sounded like paradise and you couldn’t wait.

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[mechanomorphic]

first draft of a boom redesign for shadow and a design for rossum.

the reason i did this was mostly bcs like,,, i was watching the boom show and it made me realize they introduced all this new lore and really shaked things up and then they just. plopped shadow in as he was, like the only real change was making him MORE of a prideful jerk (almost like a certain prince a lot of people compare him to..) and then just?? never explain anything???? so im connecting him more into the universe by tying him into some of the unique elements the boomverse had to offer. no sports tape tho, sorry.

also i did boom!rossum bcs the idea of these two being a sort of yzma and kronk/pinky and the brain style duo cracked me up. i take my baby and i make them BIG.

in this au they woke up together and thus just are just regular siblings no angst edition. the pair of them are from the time of the anicents and were woken up recently (either by eggman or sonic or both). shadow is the “ultimate fusion of technology and organic life” (*sonic voice* yeah im just gonna shorten that to “ultimate lifeform”) and rossum was a failed prototype of said plan. shadow seems to have some grand overaching goal and rossum is just along for the ride.

im just gonna ramble a lil more under the cut.

shadow

shadows kinda got his own thing going on and is much less vegeta and more just like, mysterious kinda brooding anti hero. got a strong sense of justice, which can sometimes manifest uh, violently, if he feels the situation calls for it. initally he’d prefer not to fight sonic and co but if he gets in his way he’ll crush him, but after fighting sonic both of them realise it was kind fun. their rivalry is a lot more friendly tho either will take any oportunity to fight the other. also im keeping the fact he’d blow up the universe if he felt embarrassed mostly bcs i think its really goddamn funny, ross can usually talk him out of that tho.

design wise i gave him a lot more chest fluff to obsuce that mysterious collar(tm) around his neck. gave him some funny shapes on his forehead and chest to make him look different from regular vers shadow (mostly inspired by these other boom redesigns). the belt i gave him is based on the mind control device from shattered crystal and is supposed to be one that he repurposed. his inhibitor rings have these lil crystals that like bounce back his power (i just wanted them to be a lil more detailed to draw a lil more attention to them). also his rocket boots are heels bcs i think it would be funny if he was short and also the fact they work like actual rocket boots (like. he can fly w them) reminded me of starscream. also in the sketch i gave him a cape bcs i was originally going to give him one to go w his whole brooding loner thing but i thought it might be a little,, boring? and cover up too much of his design?

rossum

rossum isnt as active as a character as shadow is, theyre generally more reacting to situations as opposed to causing them. theyre still a lil dumb but its more,, being naive about Literally Everything (whereas shadow was let out during the past it seems rossums freedom/time to develop was a lot more limited). theyve still got a gentleness to em but unlike their regularverse theyre very much not a pacifist - though they dont enjoy fighting, but are good at it and thus often have to be encouraged into fighting by shadow. often times if theyre fighting the good guys rossum takes on the rest of team sonic whilst sonic and shadow have their Rival Brawl Fight. despite that i think rossum actually likes team sonic and considers them their friends. i think them and knuckles would be good pals bcs theyre both big and dumb and sweethearts.

onto the design: theyre supposed to be a sorta inbetween of knuckles and the regular sonic character body type, so theyre big but not as big as him. third eye was replaced with shape (since theyre not aliens anymore). rossum also has a collar tho unlike shadow theirs is cracked. they also have the same inhibitor rings, tho the crystal has either been torn or broken off at some point. it might be hard to tell but their gloves and boots are now armor to play into their role as kinda shadows body guard, also the boots loose their rocket spots bcs i couldn’t see them using it like shadow would during combat.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Marrying Each Batboy HC! (insanely soft and fluffy)

req: "Hi!! I hope you’re having an amazing day! I love your account // it’s literally platinum. I was wondering if you could do maybe do a planning your wedding with the batboys/YJ boys too of you’re up for it?? Thank you! 💕"

i'm always up for it! thank you for the wonderful compliment i'm honored 🥰🥰🥰! I shortened this to just the batboys because i went off and realized i didn't want this post to be like a million words so i'm calling this part one! part two with yj boys will be up in a couple hours or so! i hope you enjoy!

CHECK PT 2 WITH YOUNG JUSTICE BOYS!

Dick Grayson

- tell me dick doesn't follow you around like an excited puppy showing you millions of choices for your wedding

- he's convinced he can bake the wedding cake but after THREE different tries it's a definite no unless it's a cereal cake but that's honestly still too risky

- everyone knew dick was going to marry you

- partially because he'd been telling everyone since your started dating, some people genuinely thought your name was Y/N Grayson because your loving boyfriend/fiancé only used that name

- the only downside to marrying dick is the invitations

- this man has led/worked with/trained almost a hundred heroes then add that to all his random friends he makes while in adventures PLUS all his coworkers PLUS all their s/o PLUS all your friends and family

- because you're marrying dick, damian takes it upon himself to perfect everything for you but only you know this

- lil dami shows you his sketches of bouquets, hair styles, wedding center pieces, and small swatches of color schemes he knows you'll love

- nothing makes dick happier than his little bro wanting to make your day perfect, he loves watching you and damian excitedly sketch designs and will do everything to make your dreams come true

- dick's biggest thing he wants is a first dance with you, he will convince you to take ballroom classes to shine on the dance floor and he looks forward to whispering in your ear while holding his wife to his chest for the first time, swaying you to your favorite song

- dick has dreamt of marrying you since the day he met you, his excitement is unmatched and heart warming, every night he'll tell you how he can't wait to marry you, and you know that if you're marrying your lover boy nothing else matters because it'll be perfect.

Jason Todd

- jason won't want to wait to marry you

- after the proposal, during which he cried like a baby, he's ready to marry you the next day against his families wishes

- they want to watch The Red Hood settle down with the person that makes him good, Dick threatens to abduct you if you try to elope without him

- this causes for a quick venue pay out by Wayne Ent. and simplistic decorations and a small gathering

- you invite close family and friends and jason begrudgingly invites his entire family

- you get jason to agree to wait a month or so to get married on the grounds that there will be an open bar and buffet for his dining pleasure

- originally he tried to feign annoyance but as the days went on he slowly crept into the planning, pointing out how beautiful red roses look in bouquets and that he actually didn't mind the lace table covers paired with the satin napkins and silvery tableware

- jason's family each plan to give hilarious toasts to the newly weds to jason's disgust but secret excitement

- jay will demand a honey moon, but he won't tell you or his family where it is

- you'll take the time during the honey moon to give your vows in private, making soft promises and loving remarks between just the two of you, because your love is the reason for the union of your lives, and the promises you make are so personal and loving they seem better to be made in private with the love of your life

Tim Drake

- before any wedding planning tim would take either your best friends or family out and ask for permission to marry you, not because you're property to held but because he wants to prove to your loved ones that he'd do anything for you, and he knows that their approval is everything to you

- your best friend would totally pull his leg and be like "hmm i don't know i thought you and y/n were just friends?!" and tim would almost pass out until "UM DUH IM KIDDING THEYRE TOTALLY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU TIM HAHA OF COURSE YOU CAN MARRY THEM!"

- tim would want a destination wedding, somewhere beautifully foresty and green, surrounded by the cleanest air and the best views

- he likes the idea of marrying outside of Gotham because you remind him he's more than just a ceo or hero, you show him the beauty of life and he'll want to portray that through the venue itself

- he might struggle with the anxiety of wanting to impress everyone who's coming or question if the wedding is cool enough

- reminding him it's just you and him, surrounded by your loved ones, the people who never expect perfection and love each of you for you!

- he takes the "to be married can't see other" saying very seriously, refusing to tell you about his suit other than the color and almost fainting if he sees anything that looks like a white dress or fancy suit anywhere near him for fear it's yours

- if you'll let him, he'll hire a wedding planner to take the pressure off your shoulders

- he'll send you on cute day trips to get massages, manicures, facials, or other fun activities in the days leading up to the wedding to pamper you

- tim would want to take pictures at the wedding, he's often busy with heroism or work trips so he wants the best day of his life memorialized by the best photographer money can buy so he can have the photos forever to remind him that he won the only game that truly matters, and if everything seems bad he'll always have you

Damian Wayne

- damian might not have understood the concept of weddings for a while, if he knew he loved you why did there have to be a big party to secure it?

- whay gets him hooked on the idea is the decor, he loves getting to sift through design ideas and concepts making the most extravagant designs for the two of you

- he also would take special time on your ring, he'd spend months drafting and finalizing a ring created by him, a design that no one else in the world would ever have but his beloved

- the ring would be delicate and expertly designed, he'd include little ridges to fidget with because he knows you like to toy with your jewelry so he'd try to make the ring beautiful from all angles, he'd engrave the inside of the ring with a saying personal to just the two of you so that you knew his love was sitting right on your finger

- dami might get stressed before the wedding, the night before instead of sleeping separately with his bachelor party he'll sneak into your bedroom and you'd both spend the night talking about your future and how nervous but excited you were

- that night was your vows, it was private and soft and loving, it was perfect. there was no need to try to perfect a speech in front of thousands when you gave damian your promises the night before the wedding, held tightly in his arms while he swore the same

- that's a common theme for your relationship, damian comes to you when he's scared or nervous, he trusts you infinitely and rushes to your embrace when he thinks no else cares for him

- the day of the wedding you and damian will do a first look, there are beautiful pictures of damian's watery eyes meeting yours as he admires how perfect you look

- embracing him as he tells you all his vows still stand forever and always, then parting ways only to be married in a few hours, it all felt beyond perfect, your forever and always.

[moonslove7]

Helloooo~ can I request? If yes, here is my idea: Reader being super amazing at drawing and she secretly has a huge crush on Remus and as well has a sketchbook with tons of his portraits with cute words. James and Sirius discover that she looks at Remus and "write" on her notebook so decide to secretly take her "notes" and read them. Remus finds the two admiring/laughing at the sketchbook and take it from them while the readers is going crazy searching it. Full creativity to you for what happens next just make it floof cuz I need it haha. Love your writing ❤ and Have a wonderful day :3

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS THANK U SO MUCH 🥺 also lmao this would so be me i already draw him n do lil poems for him even tho i’m awful at it

Artistic Love

It was another late night in the Gryffindor common room, students rushing in and out while some sat down and talked with their friends you, sirius, james and remus all sat next to the fireplace on the sofa, you had your sketchbook out, using your pencil to your crush, Remus Lupin, as he laughed with his best mates probably planning some pranks to do with them, you didn’t really pay attention you were more focused on capturing how beautiful this man was in your sketchbook, after a few hours you had finished and coincidentally Remus had to leave to get a game from their dorm room. Just as he left you thought of a few words to jot down next to the recent drawing, “your heart reminds me of a home i never had”.

Little did you know a certain Sirius Black kept sneaking glances at you, wondering what you had been doing for the past two hours, but you had your sketchbook hidden by your knees as you brought them close to you to hold your sketchbook on them, then Remus came back and you quickly shut it and put it down on the arm of the sofa next to you, “wanna play with us (Y/N)?” Remus asked when he noticed you had put what he assumed was homework away, you nodded with a smile, moving closer to Remus you all played a game of snap which resulted in James being told since he lost he would have to do the next prank by himself since it included going into the Slytherin dorms, after another hour went by the prefect came to the group and told them they had to go off to bed, Sirius sent a glance towards your black sketchbook while you were saying “well I guess I’ll go to bed then, goodnight idiots.” James noticed Sirius eyeing something, “mhm, we don’t have much choice but sure, good night (Y/n).” James said, Remus nodded and smiled at you, trying to look like he wasn’t crushing on you, but of course failing as the on coming blush appeared on his face. You walked up the stairs and made your way into your dorm room, you got ready to bed and fell asleep instantly.

Downstairs though James and Sirius stayed down there while Remus was back in their dorms, Sirius walked over to your sketchbook and started flicking through the pages, “Sirius, what are you doing? If you want to copy (Y/n)’s homework you could have just-“ “it’s not homework, idiot. Look...” Sirius pushed the book so James could see it, and there in pencil was an accurate sketch of Remus from that exact night smiling away. “.. it’s Remus? Why... Unless-“ James concluded locking eyes with Sirius, they both smirked at each other thinking the same thing, “She fancies him...” Sirius said confirming what they both thought, “it’s kind of cute but ew,” James replied while looking at the older sketches as Sirius continued looking through it.

“Wait till Moony finds out, he’s going to have a heart attack.” Sirius laughed, “what if we gave them the extra push? Like we hide the sketchbook until (y/n) admits their feelings and what’s really in here?” James wondered out loud making Sirius grin at the suggestion, “that, my friend could work, but we have to hide this though so Remus doesn’t find it.” Holding the sketchbook in his hand they book walked up the stairs to their shared dorm, when opening the door Remus was already ready for bed reading a book he glanced up when he realised they had come up, “took you long enough,” he sighed, putting his book on the side table Sirius walked to his bed, crouching down he began to take all the stuff out of the cupboard that each of them got, Remus now had seen the sketchbook asked both of them, “why are you stealing (Y/n)‘s homework for ? you guys can just copy from me you know...” He wondered making James shrug as he watched Sirius hide it, “(y/n)’s got better notes than you Moony, let’s be honest,” Remus gasped offended, “fine be like that, I won’t let you lot copy from me again then.” He said before turning over in bed and trying to fall asleep.

Sirius sent James a smirk, knowing what was about to happen the next day the boys quickly got ready for bed and joined Remus in dream land.

“WHERE IS IT?!?” The Mauraders heard as they came down the stairs, dressed and ready for the busy day ahead, they saw you throwing the cushions around the sofa and looking underneath it only to find Zonko’s sweet wrappers, Remus looked at Sirius and James with a raised eyebrow not forgetting that he saw them two with their book. “Give it back to her, please don’t be a pair of dicks.” He asked, making Sirius say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about mate, come on let’s help (Y/n).” Making their way over to you James spoke first, “what you lost (y/n)?” “My uh notebook, it had class notes in and stuff,” You replied anxiously, your eyes wondering all around the room in hope it would just appear. “oh yeah? what kind of notes?” Sirius asked with a small smirk on his face trying hard to hide it as he leaned against James. “y-you know, school stuff,” You started to blush as Remus began looking around, looking at the clock Sirius mentioned, “why don’t we look for it later? we’ll miss breakfast at this point and i don’t know about you lot but I’m craving some breaky right now.” James nodded along with him already waiting just near the portrait door for Remus.

Remus sighed as he looked at them, he looked back at (y/n), “we’ll look again later, we’ll either find it or you can have my notes.” He reassured making you nod and smile at him, “I have to keep looking but you guys go on and have some breakfast.” They all began walking out, leaving you alone with the scary thought that either someone would use the sketchbook as blackmail or would just straight up show Remus breaking the little bit of friendship you did share with him.

You looked for another two hours, then stopped knowing you’d be late for class if you didn’t, you walked solemnly to the lesson which was transfiguration, the boys had already sat down but Remus kept a spot empty next to him for you, “you find your notebook yet?” he asked, “nope.” You responded, you thought to yourself at least you know it either hasn’t been kidnapped or given to Remus yet.

After the class was over as you began to walk away Remus called for you, “I saved you some food, you know from breakfast,” he placed the food container his mum had given him in your hands that had a few slices of toast inside of it, somehow it still felt hot. “oh, thank you Remus, that’s really sweet of you.” You replied making Remus reach his hand up to his neck, the tell tale sign he was nervous, he nodded with a smile and began to walk away towards Sirius and James who were standing there smirking at the interaction. “You dog, you so like her!” James said with a laugh leaving him as he wrapped an arm around Remus’s shoulder. “No i don’t! It was a thoughtful thing to do, it’s not her fault you idiots probably lost her notebook.”

After classes were over the Sirius thought the plan needed an extra push so James distracted Remus while Sirius put the push in action, “You like Moony don’t you?” He asked making you freeze up, “n-no, why would you think that?” “well, a little birdie told me you draw him... A LOT.. you even write little almost like poetry beside said drawings.” “oh my god, Sirius who has it?? Tell me, please-“

“... James, he’s actually thinking of showing Remus it right now-“As soon as that nearly full sentence left Sirius’s mouth you ran up the dorm stairs, as you had seen James take Remus back to their dorm room you were ready to kill him for this. Opening the door you saw what you thought was James holding open your sketchbook to Remus, “IT’s NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” You shouted, the blush on your face deepening at what Remus probably thought of you now.

“what is it then, (y/n)??” James, asked closing the book and waiting for your answer, “I drew Remus because I just thought he is aesthetically pleasing to my artistic senses, there, not that i’m in love with him.” You said in a normal tone, thinking you had tricked them all, but you did not.

“... you drew me?” Remus asked in a whisper, James brought the book he was showing Remus to you, inside it was just school notes, it wasn’t your sketchbook at all. You gulped, trying to think of how you were going to get out of this one. “y-yeah... it’s not weird though, right?” You asked nervously, James sighed loudly, putting the book down he walked over to Sirius’s cup board and got your actual sketchbook out. “For Godricks sake! Just look and see, you both fancy each other and kiss, it’s not that hard you know.” He passed the sketchbook to Remus who opened it to just the first page and looked at the drawing of him, his eyes reading the words “If you’re a monster then why am I so in love with you?” He kept replaying those words in his mind, James decided his job was done and left, joining Sirius downstairs.

“So... you like me?” Remus asked, sitting the sketchbook down so you could see it too, you walked closer to him, nodding sadly knowing he was either going to be mad at you or stop being friends all together. “I’m not mad or anything, honest, I just... I guess I do fancy you.” He added, making you look at him now slightly hopeful, he smiled at you before looking back down at the page, “‘If you’re a monster then why am I so in love with you?’ No ones ever, said anything like that to me before, but it makes my stomach feel like it’s got a thousand snitches inside of it,” He laughed slightly making you laugh with him, you sat down in front of him on his bed when he made room. “You really like me? you’re not just saying that so this isn’t embarrassing or anything right?” You asked suspiciously, Remus responded with “Mhmmm I don’t know, let’s see.” He brought his lips to yours, making you gasp in shock, he took that as his opportunity, and pushed his tongue into your mouth, going from 1-1000 VERY quickly, you both sighed into the kiss as his hands held your face into place your hands moved to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as best as you could, until all of a sudden Remus pulled away, panting out of breath he nodded and almost giggled as he said “yep, I guess I really really do fancy you.” he leaned over again to press a kiss to your forehead.

I hope you enjoyed !

[dragonsareourfuture]

Yoosung/GN!Reader — Muse

AHHHH WHY ARE ALL THE FANDOMS I GET INTO DEAD OR DYING??? Anyway here’s some Yoosung fluff with an artist reader who made a work of art with him as the subject. Begins with headcanons, ends with a lil oneshot. Enjoy!!!

- Yoosung would absolutely go nuts if you were to paint or draw or even just sketch him! As soon as he saw the image you sent of it through the chat room he nearly let out a yelp of joy.

- He’s internally freaking out, he can’t figure out what to tell you that would perfectly encompass how he feels. Just anything he types he’ll have to backtrack because no, it’s not good enough!

- Because of how long he takes though, you might get worried that he didn’t like it and is trying to find a way to let you down easy. In regular Yoosung fashion, he would never just outright say he hated it.

- But after a while, he still can’t think of anything to say, so he sends a picture instead — in it, he’s smiling like a goof, eyes turned to crescents and partially filled with tears. He’s using a hand to hold half of his face in astonishment (and definitely not to cover at least some of the blush he’s sporting). As he’s said before, no one’s ever loved him romantically before, let alone decided to use their talents to create art with him as the subject.

- Along with the picture he sends a little message that reads “I...I’m speechless...! In a good way of course! It looks too good for me to say with words!”

- He feels super sad that he can’t see the painting in person yet and probably calls you about it, asking you to send him more pictures of it until he can get his hands on it.

- He’d just be so grateful and want you to know that, the sweet baby <3

- Count on him asking for a fanart of his favorite LOLOL characters or his avatar after he discovers the true extent to your talent. “Only if you want to of course!”

. . .

Grand doors swung open, giving way to the chilled air outside. The sun was lower in the sky than it had been when the party first began, now brushing against the trees that dotted the skyline. Soft, golden light shone in your face, leaving you to blink away the slight discomfort it caused and keep your gaze angled to the pavement. You almost couldn’t believe you had been there for so long, still filled with energy and partying with your previously strictly virtual friends as all the guests you had managed to rope in left one by one.

By now, there were only a few cars in the lot, all of them belonging to you and your fellow RFA members. You tugged a soft hand along with you as you made your way down the walkway of the party hall and to your car.

A soft chuckle caused you to look behind you, acknowledging the person you could officially call your boyfriend as he asked you, “(Name), where are we going? The other members will worry, y’know.”

“Aw, but you want your present, don’t you?” You responded, a smirk playing on your lips as you turned back around. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your car keys, clicking the button that made your lights blink and the passenger’s side door unlock.

“Present? You didn’t have to— oh! The portrait!” Though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear the bright smile accompanying his words. You knew he wouldn’t forget. He had been asking when he could finally get his pretty hands on your artwork since you sent him a picture over chat. He didn’t include that part about his hands being pretty, but you thought it was necessary.

You popped open the car door, hiding the contents from his single-eyed gaze with your back. “Now, I made sure it didn’t get too roughed up on the drive here, hence the wrapping—“ a canvas wrapped in a sheet was presented to Yoosung. He brought his hands together in anticipation. “—plus this makes for a cool reveal, don’t you think?”

“Yes! I wanna see it!”

“Okay, okay! Ready?” You inquired teasingly, merely fingering the drapes covering the canvas and pulling it down agonizingly slow.

Yoosung pouted childishly and reached forward with too much speed for you to stop him, tearing the sheet from your work.

You stomped your foot jokingly. “You’re no fun, Yoo.” Your smile faded when he didn’t respond. “Yoosung?”

You inspected his expression for any sign of anger, despair, annoyance — really anything that would have pointed to him being unhappy with your work in any way. But what you were met with was more confusing than anything. His expression was quite unreadable, and with one eye being covered by ivory bandages it was even more difficult to get a read on what he was currently feeling.

But the eye that you could see was transfixed on your work. His mouth opened and closed, like he was trying to say something but couldn’t for an unknown reason. Perhaps it was the same reaction that he displayed over text when you showed him for the first time — just speechlessness. You hoped to the gods that was the case. You didn’t know what you would do if he suddenly hated it.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” The nickname seemed to snap him from his stupor. Up until now it had mainly been him that used nicknames like that.

“Oh! It’s nothing it’s...wow....I mean no one’s ever really done this for me before!” Yoosung reached out to brush his fingers against the canvas, feeling each individual stroke of your brush, each bump and dent in the paint in what you swore was disbelief.

“I’m sure Rika’s done something similar.” You shrugged.

The blonde college student smiled sadly. He nodded. “Rika has done a lot for me, that’s true. But this...it’s so you! It’s so unique in a way that can only be you and I don’t want you to ever think that isn’t good enough. Okay?” His expression had grown progressively more serious, more determined to convince you of the value of your efforts. You felt the slight burn of tears meeting your eyelids, pushing them back down with a couple of blinks.

“Okay...I won’t. I promise,” You assured. You looked down at your hands, remembering you still held the portrait. You thrusted it towards him. “Here, it’s yours anyway.”

“Wh...mine? (Name), you know I love it but I couldn’t...! You worked too hard on it for me to just take it!”

“Yoosung, don’t do that self deprecation thing, ‘kay? I made this for you. I worked hard on it because I wanted to give you something I’m proud of.” You paused, waiting for any sort of reaction. All you got was Yoosung’s hands drawing themselves closer to his chest, twitching with uncertainty. So, you pushed your bottom lip out and pouted with obvious exaggeration. “Please? If you don’t I’ll be sad...”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully, finally reaching out and wrapping his fingers around the canvas and lifting it out of your grasp. He smiled down at the image of himself. It looked just like him, but your unique style influenced the way you painted his features in the best possible way. He could tell exactly which photo you used as a reference. He was looking straight at the camera, or viewer in this case, with a side-eyed gaze. In the left corner was the bouquet of red roses he had bought specifically for that picture. Specifically to ask you to be his.

“Why are you so mesmerized?” You asked, chuckling at how Yoosung stared at the painting in awe. “You’ve seen it before.”

“Yeah but this is different! Seeing it in person is so much better!” He defended quickly.

“I got it, it’s okay, sweetheart.” You shut and locked your car door, arm finding its way around Yoosung’s back as your hand found purchase on his waist. You pressed a delicate kiss onto his temple. “I’m really glad you like it.”

“Of course I did! Oh! And I bet the other members will too! Can I show them?”

A laugh broke through your lips. “Obviously. But if any of them ask for a portrait too they have to pay me first.”

“Oooh so I get special privileges?”

“The boyfriend of the artist always gets special privileges. It helps that you’re too damn beautiful not to paint. You’re like my muse.”

You couldn’t believe you hadn’t got to see Yoosung flustered in person before now. And it was glorious, if you did say so yourself. The classic tinge of pink dusted his squeezable cheeks and ears and he let out a small whine of indignation.

“If you keep saying things like that I’ll combust from embarrassment!”

“Better make sure I say more things like that, then.”

Yoosung whacked you with the canvas.

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 65 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Chapter 65 seems like a good time to tell you that there’s nothing we love more than talking to you guys about this story! We are both on tumblr (@theartificialdane and @veronicasanders) and we’d love to hear from you!! We also have other Galactica content there under the “galactica” and “galactica wardrobe” tags. XOXO!! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Bianca threw a wrench in the annual holiday party when she brought Courtney as her date, and Katya tried to (not) deal with her surprise pregnancy.

This Chapter: Miss Fame and the team work on the final lineup for the spring runway, and Katya figures some things out.

***

It was Violet’s luck that she was a light sleeper, the first note of her alarm barely ringing before she had grabbed her phone from under her pillow and turned it off.

There really wasn't a need for Violet to wake up at 6, for her to start her day so early since she couldn’t go to the gym because of her ankle, but habits were hard to break, and she liked how quiet the world was in the morning, how it felt like she was the only one awake.

She wasn’t hungover, had barely had a drink because of her crutches, but she had a feeling all of her coworkers would be wearing sunglasses and asking each other to shut up, the Friday after the Christmas party always an experience.

Sutan’s bedroom was dark, his curtains swallowing the ever present lights of Harlem, the man asleep next to her, his head resting on his pillow.

It took everything in Violet not to reach out and run her fingers through his hair.

She had been so annoyed with him last night, so uncomfortable in the beautiful red dress she had bought with his money, the simmering anger not leaving her until she had felt Sutan’s clever fingers undo the zipper on her back, skin against skin finally freeing her from the smoldering fire.

“Stop staring at me.” Violet froze, Sutan’s voice deep with sleep.

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” Sutan cracked an eye open, a smile playing on his lips as he reached out, grabbing her hip on top of her blanket. “Could have fooled me.”

“Well,” Violet smiled back, allowing him to pull her in, “Maybe I was. A little bit.”

***

As her alarm sounded, Courtney groaned, burying her head into Bianca’s neck. Bianca laughed, reaching over to hit snooze, giving them a few more precious minutes in bed before Courtney had to get up.

Bianca had never been much of a morning person, but she’d discovered that, in many ways, this was her favorite part of the day. When the world was dark and still, and they were curled together under the covers, naked and warm. She trailed her fingers up and down Courtney’s back, pressed a kiss to her temple.

“You okay, sunshine?” Bianca asked.

“Mmmhmm...I just don’t want to go to work.”

Bianca smiled, one hand settling into the curve of Courtney’s waist, enjoying the way they fit so perfectly together.

“Then don’t,” she stated, warming up to the idea of taking a day off, just the two of them. “Call in sick.”

“I wish,” Courtney scoffed, a deep sigh leaving her. “But I can’t, so…”

“Why not?”

“The day after a party? Everyone will think I have some crazy hangover.”

“Yeah, so?” Bianca laughed.

“Plus, I’m pretty sure Miss Fame is less than pleased with me right now. I don’t want to give her any reason to be annoyed. And there’s a big meeting to decide on the spring runway, and I have to-”

“Alright, alright...forget I suggested it,” Bianca said, holding up her hands in surrender. “I just really liked the idea of spending all day in bed with you.”

Courtney raised herself up on her elbow, gazing down at Bianca with a dreamy smile on her face.

“Maybe, um...can we do that tomorrow?”

“You’re on, angel,” Bianca said, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair.

“And...we still have about seven minutes before the alarm goes off again.” Courtney brushed her lips against Bianca’s neck, murmuring, “You wanna go back to sleep, or…?”

“Hmmm...” Bianca cocked her head, pretending to think. “I may have some other ideas…”

Courtney let out a delighted squeal as Bianca flipped her onto her back with a wicked grin.

***

Maxwell groaned as a loud clatter sounded through the design floor.

“Sorry!” Kiara whisper-shouted, quickly picking up the pair of scissors she had dropped. Trixie had gone to the department head meeting about 20 minutes ago, which meant that everyone had given up the pretense that they were working. Alexis had gone straight for the couch to take a nap as soon as the door had closed behind him, April still nursing a terrible-looking green smoothie at her desk. “Sorry everyone!”

“Don’t even think about it girl!” Bob smiled, his phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, and Maxwell groaned again, sliding down so he could rest his head on his arms, Bob chatting away.

He loved his boyfriend, he really did, but there were few things more annoying than when Bob had managed to get into any tabloid, the perceived fame of it always going directly to his head. And of course, it was made even worse by his friends and family back home in Georgia playing right into it, acting as if it meant anything at all.

“Listen, I didn’t ask to be born fabulous, but it’s my cross to bear, and I’m-” Bob laughed, adding, “Exactly!”

“He’s really getting into it, huh?” Maxwell looked up to see Violet standing next to his desk, looking over at Bob, Jovan at her side holding three cups of coffee.

“Here,” Jovan smiled, giving one of them to Maxwell, the scent filling his nose.

“Oh god I love you,” Maxwell grinned, taking the liquid magic. It was probably not healthy to be on his third cup already, but he didn’t care.

“Love you too boo,” Jovan grinned, taking a seat on the edge of his desk, Violet doing the same, balancing her crutch so she could take her own cup. They didn’t talk, and Maxwell loved that, Violet fitting so nicely into their little boys club that he barely even thought about the fact that she was a girl and straight most days.

***

“Pearl! Pay attention!”

Pearl snapped out of it, the wheels of her chair squeaking as she moved, her eyes wide open at the commanding tone in Fame’s voice.

“Sorry!” Pearl sat up straight, Bendela hiding a snicker behind a sketchbook, her brown eyes clearly filled with delight over Pearl getting reprimanded.

“God,” Fame rolled her eyes, her hand on her hip, her outfit of the day a white cropped cashmere sweater and white linen high waisted pants, her blonde hair in a high delicate updo, a golden belt snug around her waist. “Did anyone come to work today?”

If they had been alone, Pearl would have opened her mouth to point out that she was the one who always arranged for the Christmas party to be on a Thursday, but they weren’t, so Pearl kept her mouth shut.

“Fame,” Raja’s voice was warm, and it apparently functioned just as intended, her tone a soothing balm on whatever had Fame into such a tizzy. “We’re almost done.”

If Pearl had to make an educated guess, she’d say it was probably the whole Courtney and Bianca thing, though it could be anything from her breakfast grapefruit not being ripe to morning traffic to a photographer catching a bad angle of her last night.

“You’re right,” Fame sat back down, sliding her chair over to Trixie. “So, fourth look. What do you have?”

“I was thinking about these pants?” Trixie held out a sketch, and Pearl folded her hands over her stomach, watching her best friend do his job exceptionally well.

Fame tapped her fingers against the table, french tips hitting the wood and Pearl made a mental note to see if she could sneak in a visit to Fame’s office, providing their boss with an orgasm before lunch a great Christmas gift to everyone in the company.

***

V-List Alert: BDR’s Latest Blonde Bombshell

[Pictured: A large photo of Bianca and Courtney kissing on the red carpet, along with a few smaller shots of them looking giggly and affectionate. And lastly, a grainy, low-res photo of them on the street after the event, kissing while a driver is opening the car door.]

Well, well, well…

Okay, so to begin with, let’s all admit that BDR showing up on a red carpet with some sweet young thing is nothing new. In fact, it would be strange if she didn’t. But the shameless PDA last night at Galactica’s annual Christmas party—both on and off the carpet—had us wondering...who the hell is the new paramour?

We did a bit of digging and strap in kids, cause it gets juicy…

Turns out that this little darling is named Courtney Jenek. Sound familiar? No? Yeah it shouldn’t. But she happens to have two very interesting connections to BDR: 1, apparently she’s friends with B’s baby sister, princess of the underground punk scene Adore Delano. And 2, even more hilariously, Lil Courtney here is the Executive Assistant to none other than Miss Fame of Galactica.

Wonder what the illustrious and brand-conscious Miss Fame thinks of her bestie using her staff in what appears to be an extremely filthy unprofessional way? And how’s it all gonna play out?

We can’t wait to watch this drama unfold…

***

As Courtney slipped on her coat and grabbed her bag to head downstairs for yet another coffee run, she glanced at her personal phone, laughing to herself when she saw the 17 missed calls from Morgan. She scrolled through the text messages in the elevator.

MORGAN: COURTNEYYYYYYYY!!!

MORGAN: OMG PICK UP

MORGAN: WERE YOU PLANNING TO TELL US YOU’RE FUCKING BIANCA DEL RIO?????

TYRA: She’s WHAT

ADORE: You guys didn’t know? ;)

TATIANNA: Yawn, old news :p

MORGAN: BITCH

MORGAN: COURTNEY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T PICK UP

MORGAN: COURTNEYCOURTNEYCOURTNEYCOURTNEYCOURTNEY

Courtney called her back, laughing some more when she picked up even before the first ring.

“You know I’m working, right?”

“I am going to murder you,” Morgan announced.

“Wow Morgan. A hate crime? I really thought more highly of you,” Courtney replied with a giggle.

“Omigod, shut up! How could you not have told me already?!”

“Well...I don’t know, I wasn’t sure what it was at first-” she said.

“It’s still fucking major!” Morgan laughed. “I guess it makes sense, though. God, you always chose the worst men.”

Courtney chuckled, nodding as she exited the elevator and headed for the coffee shop.

“So what did your parents say?”

“Uhhh...I haven’t exactly told them yet.”

“Courtney!”

“What? It’s not gonna be dramatic or anything, you know my brother’s gay.”

“Omigod, Court, you absolute idiot. You have to-”

“One sec.” Courtney lowered her phone to give the orders for the meeting, then went back to the phone. “Sorry, I’m on a coffee run.”

“Yeah, I heard. Listen, Courtney, you have to tell them! Do you really want them to find out that you’re dating a woman who’s almost twice your age from a fucking tabloid?”

“I don’t think my parents subscribe to American fashion blogs.”

“Did you even read the link I sent you?! Someone’s gonna send it to them, trust me.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell them,” Courtney told her with an eye roll. She really didn’t see the big deal though; telling her parents was the last thing on her list of worries at the moment.

“Also…” Morgan’s voice lowered, taking on a sing-song, teasing tone now that the business was out of the way, “When are we hanging out? ‘Cause you know I absolutely need all the sordid details.”

“Soon, I promise.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“I’m kind of busy tomorrow,” Courtney admitted.

“Busy getting railed, you mean?”

“Maybe…”

“Ha, you slag.”

***

Maybe she was avoiding going home. That was certainly possible. But on Friday, Katya just seemed to keep finding things to do to prepare for the next week of school. It would be their last week before winter break, so she knew that any kind of serious learning would be difficult. Rather than spend her time fighting with the kids to focus when they just weren’t capable of it, she planned as many fun projects as possible, and though a lot of them were old hat for her by now, the prep work never seemed to end.

Which is why, when Jasmine, the woman who ran the afterschool program, came to her door at almost 6:45, she was still there.

“Hey, I’m sorry to bother you…”

“It’s no bother, come on in,” Katya said, a big smile on her face, especially when she saw that Jasmine had Grace with her--one of Katya’s favorite students.

“You know we close at 6, and Grace’s mom is running late today,” Jasmine said. Her tone of voice was light and cheerful, but her eyes told Katya a different story--that this wasn’t the first time it had happened, and that she was likely furious. “I gotta get home, and Dani’s out with the flu, so...do you mind keeping her here until Leslie shows up? It should be soon, she texted me ten minutes ago that she’s on the way.”

“No problem. We’ll have a great time, won’t we Grace?”

The little girl nodded, skipping into the classroom happily.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Jasmine said. “Thank you!”

Katya turned to Grace, who had dumped her jacket and backpack on the rug and was already prowling around the book bins, likely looking for her favorite Junie B. Jones stories. Soon, the two of them were settled into bean bag chairs in the comfy zone, Katya reading a few chapters out loud to her before realizing that she was probably hungry and suggesting a snack. Grace was just finishing her juice box and goldfish crackers when her young mother, Leslie, came rushing inside, harried and out of breath, apologizing profusely.

“Mama!” Grace jumped up from her seat at the little table, knocking the chair over in her excitement to leap into her mom’s arms. She hugged her tightly, face buried in her neck, and Katya could see some of the tension in Leslie’s face melt away.

Katya stood up from her own seat, picking up the book they’d been reading.

“I’m gonna put this book in Grace’s backpack so that you can finish it together this weekend,” she said, and Leslie shot her a look of pure gratitude, nodding.

“Grace, can you say thank you to Mrs. Zamo?”

“Thank you Mrs. Zamo!” she echoed cheerfully, taking the backpack and her jacket as Leslie dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

“Honey, can you go wait for me on the bench for a minute?” she asked, tugging gently on one of her pigtails.

“Okay!”

As Grace skipped into the hallway to wait, Leslie turned to Katya, tears filling her eyes.

“I’m really so sorry about being late, I-”

“It’s okay,” Katya said, head tilted sympathetically. “I get it, things happen.”

“It’s been happening all week. I got this new job, and the hours are so tough and the commute is shit, but it’s an extra two dollars an hour and I can’t say no to that. But I just feel like...I feel like I can’t do anything right.”

“I understand,” Katya nodded, putting a hand on her arm. The truth was, though, she didn’t understand. Not really. She’d never been in a position where an extra two dollars an hour would make such a big difference in her life--not even when her dad cut her off. She’d always had money, and by the time her trust fund was depleted, she was living with Trixie, whose generous salary more than covered what they needed, her meager teacher’s salary mostly paying for fun extras, keeping them entertained and living their best lives, or just going in the bank.

She knew she was lucky, but until that moment, seeing the pain in Leslie’s eyes, the fear that she was failing at life and failing her child, maybe she didn’t understand just how lucky.

“I was sitting on the bus thinking about her waiting and waiting, wondering where I was.”

“Can I tell you something?” she asked softly. “Grace didn’t care that you were late, she was just happy to see you when you got here, because it’s really obvious what a good mom you are.”

“Sometimes I feel like the worst mom ever,” Leslie admitted, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“No way. Grace is an amazing kid. She’s smart and kind and enthusiastic--and it’s totally okay if you need some more help. That’s what all of us are here for. I can talk to Jasmine about maybe extending the hours next week, until you can get your schedule sorted. Or maybe Grace can go home with Joey’s mom...don’t you all live in the same building?”

Leslie nodded, a deep sigh leaving her. “Thanks, that’s a good idea. I...I’ll figure it out.”

“Okay. Just remember that you’re not in this alone, you know?” Katya handed over a box of tissues from her desk.

“Yeah. Thanks. Sorry, I-” Leslie wiped her eyes.

“Don’t be sorry,” Katya said, giving her a warm hug.

***

“Oh god!” Gigi groaned, pushing the door to the modeling apartment open, her shoulders aching, her fingertips numb. “Finally!” She dumped her bags down in the hallway, slumping against the wall.

She had been around the town with Sutan all day, shopping for what he called a model wardrobe, Gigi trying on several pairs of heels and flats, her new backpack and purse stuffed with a newly printed book and her brand new phone, their last stop of the day Gigi’s new gym that was just around the corner.

“Gigi?” Bimini popped her head out of the kitchen door, the golden rim around her eyes and her crimped hair clear indicators that meant she had been shooting, Bimini rarely bothering with removing hair and makeup on set. “Welcome home sweetie! How did it go?”

“I’m exhausted!” Gigi pushed out from the wall and kicked her sneakers off. “Who knew shopping could be that hard?”

Gigi heard Symone giggle, her friend sitting at the table and painting her nails, the apartment's newest arrival chopping vegetables for whatever vegan crock pot Bimini was cooking for everyone. They had someone new arrive every couple of days, most girls only staying for a night or two in the bunk beds in what Naomi had dubbed the summer camp room before they were shipped off again if they didn’t interest any of the agents.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

“I know,” Gigi groaned, dumping down in a chair to rest her aching feet, “but I thought you were kidding.” Symone had gone on the trip two weeks ago, her Instagram exploding with content now that she had a brand new phone to post with.

“Did he give you the drink speech too?”

She had eaten lunch with Sutan at an awkwardly fancy restaurant, three sets of cutlery surrounding her plate, her manager going through each set as well as her wine glasses, explaining it to her. Gigi’s mom had always insisted on good manners, but it hadn’t been anything like that.

“The ‘never leave your drink unattended’ one, I mean.”

“Mmh,” Gigi nodded. “The whole entire speech.”

She hoped it’d be unnecessary, but Sutan had run her through what he called the basic safety procedures like putting a hand or a napkin over her glass when she wasn’t paying attention, her manager drilling it into her skull that she shouldn’t accept poured drinks or opened bottles from strangers in clubs unless she saw the bartender prepare it.

“Is he seriously doing all that?” Naomi raised an eyebrow. “So far, all my agent has told me is that if I showed up in any tabloid looking messy, he’d drop my ass.”

Suddenly, Sutan’s mothering didn’t feel as smothering, the attention and assistance the man had poured over her nothing compared to the terrifying thought of being left basically on her own like Naomi.

***

At first, Katya wasn’t sure why she stopped at Macy’s on the way home. Especially now, on a Friday night during the holiday season, when the sales clerks were at their most frazzled.

She wandered around, unable to get Grace and Leslie out of her mind...and in particular, the look of pure joy on Grace’s face when her mother appeared in the doorway. Leslie was a single mom, and by the look of her, she was pretty young, but she had managed to raise an exceptional kid who was sure how much she was loved.

Why was Katya so afraid of having a baby? It was like she’d told Leslie--she wouldn’t be doing it alone. Not by a long shot. No, she was fortunate to have the most wonderful man in the universe by her side. And lord knew, Trixie would make up for any maternal instincts she may lack herself. And plenty of people, people much less capable and loving than her, had babies every day.

She stopped, looking around, realizing that she’d found herself in the baby department. Specifically, in front of a shelf full of tiny little infant shoes. She smiled to herself, knowing exactly what she needed.

When she arrived home, she was thrilled to see that Trixie had prepared dinner, heating up some leftover chicken and mashed potatoes and throwing together a salad--exactly what she was in the mood for.

She smiled when she saw him, announcing, “I brought you a present.”

Trixie’s face lit up, and for a split second she could imagine that exact same expression of joy on a tiny child, the thought making her insides warm as she handed him the little bag.

He looked inside, where the two tiny pink moccasin slippers sat in their plastic box, his head then snapping up to look at her with an expression of amazement.

“Kat, are you-” His eyes were bright with tears, hopeful but still a bit tentative.

She shrugged slightly, self-consciously, afraid to say what she’s been thinking out loud, but Trixie seemed to know anyway.

He rushed forward and swept her up into the biggest, tightest hug she’d ever had, repeating over and over how wonderful she was going to be. She took his face in her hands, kissing his tear-stained cheeks, finally sure that as a team, they could do it.

[koiantlers]

Puppet Show

Welp, I couldn’t stop thinking about this AU by @fedoraspooky. I’m a sucker for things being a show.  And the thoughts just kept going even further when @modmad and @doodledrawsthings drew even more things to go with it (go check out the art of all these folks and look at those amazing drawings, because I’m smitten)

Anyway, came up with names and a like???? kinda backstory just for this fic, I hope it’s alright! 

"You've made puppets before, right?"

Conall McCoy-Jackson has been asked a lot of stupid questions in his life, but this one takes the cake. The man stares at his friend, before finally, he huffs, "We went to school together, Karl."

"Right! Right…" Karl rubs his hands together, clearing his throat. Karl Abram has always been a nervous man, quiet and preferring to keep to himself. Since they were wee ones, Conall has always stepped up to the plate to be the loud one, the aggressive one, the guy who you deal with if you mess with Karl.

"I...just have this idea," he starts, and his eyes drift down to the floor, "for Timmy."

Ah. Lil Timmy. 

Conall has met the boy several times, an uncle to him considering how he's friends with his dad. The boy is a quiet one, just like Karl. And, unfortunately, a lonely one. Especially now, since his mother…

Karl clears his throat again, shoving Conall's thoughts away. "He loves puppets...and...last night, I stayed up and wrote this whole thing. It just came to me, suddenly, as if she was writing it with me."

Karl's eyes go soft as he thinks of his late wife, and a small smile comes from him. "This story...about these girls looking for objects they lost, and they meet all these characters. Each world is different…"

Karl goes on, describing it. A mafia boss who cooks, a loud mouthed conductor, a purple swamp, an icy mansion...he sounds the happiest Conall has heard him in awhile. He sounds hopeful.

"I just...need help, you know," Karl laughs quietly, looking at Conall, "I can write, but I can't make the magic happen."

Conall has a job, bills to pay. He shouldn't be considering this. There's a high chance it fails, like every other project whenever folks get like this. Doing a show is hard. It takes a lot.

But, his fingers are itching to make it. He feels that flutter in his chest, the excitement as he's already imagining the character. Can already think of how they'd work. And, a smaller part of him says that even if it fails, it'll make a lonely boy happy.

"Fine." He sighs, and chuckles at how Karl's eyes light up, "I'll help. And I know who else can help."

His husband is great with connections, after all.

--

"I think it's great!"

Conall raises his brows, looking over at his husband. He, honestly, was expecting to have to butter him up, get him into the idea. But nope, DJ has his eyes all lit up, that huge grin on his face. The same face he makes when his inspiration is flowing, all those ideas that pop in his head.

"Puppetry is such an underused thing, you know. More shows should use it. And I know the perfect little divas to play the girls." He's already shoving his phone in Conall's face, who huffs and shoves it back a bit before looking.

A picture of two girls and his husband stare back of him. Right, this was for some movie remake, the two girls dressed up in dirty orphan clothes as they smile big. They look so happy, and his husband is laughing next to them. "Their names are Hailey and Bree and they are angels."

DJ also calls their grandkids angels, so Conall is doubtful. He hums in acknowledgement as DJ continues, "And, oh! For the ghost, you said it's gonna be a big puppet?"

"Yeah, will have poles to move it around." He watches as DJ swipes through his photos, stopping at a photo of a man smiling shyly.

"Perfect, Syrus here is real camera shy, but he's an amazing actor, has the best laugh for that ghost fella." And DJ keeps talking, more and more excited as he shows Conall pictures. Already he plans on which calls to make, how to get in touch. There's excitement in those eyes of his, and Conall knows he felt the same tug that Conall felt when talking to Karl.

--

It, amazingly, goes smoothly. They have actors, a script, a stage that DJ manages to get. It goes so smoothly that Conall is almost dreading it, worried that it'll all be a bust.

But he can't fret on that now, not when he has props. He's already made the ghost, Snatcher, and still feels that warmth from how excited Hailey and Bree got seeing it, and how Syrus was instantly giving the puppet a voice and moving it around. He'd already had to fix the damn thing, thanks to those three playing around.

But, he's glad for it. Because that means it's perfect, being used like that.

He's working on the penguin now, the one his husband voices. And he can't help but put touches of his husband into it. The afro, which he had in high school, the red coat that is DJ's favorite color…

"He's missin' something." He mumbles out loud, squinting at the little bird. It's good, of course, he knows because Bree keeps excitedly coming over to look at it, but...it looks...incomplete.

"Needs shades."

Conall jumps, and curses at DJ, who snuck up on him. The man is smug, a playful glint in his eye as Conall huffs at him.

He glances at the puppet. Sunglasses… "Yeah? What kind?"

"Starry kind, darling, of course." DJ still has his smirk as Conall rolls his eyes and snaps, "Just because you had a pair that one time…"

But...hmm… Conall goes quiet as he looks back at the penguin. He pauses before he reaches for his notebook, looking at the sketch he made before of it. He quickly sketches a pair of starry sunglasses…

Hm...actually, it doesn't look bad. He glances DJ, who is still sitting there all smug, and Conall huffs before he tugs him over by his shirt.

He kisses him, a quick one before he says, "Thanks, love." His husband hums, playing with his hair as he replies with, "Anytime, darlin'."

Making the glasses are easy, as is attaching them. The second he does, DJ is picking it up. "Well, isn't he just a groovy lil guy."

Of course, the puppet is named DJ Grooves by Bree because of that.

--

The first episode is recorded. Conall still feels that anxiety in the back of his head, about how this is all a waste. But...he spies Timmy watching, wide eyed and enchanted in the audience, as Hailey jumps around on stage, as puppet Mafia Goons run after her. 

The anxiety melts away, as he sees how happy that kid looks. Along with the other kids in the audience, all laughing at the silliness of it.

This show is going to do fine, he decides.

[cheryllcher]

Marinette: Guardian of the Miraculous

part 2

i have too many wips but im writing something else again :)) (woes of a writer/artist/just creators don’t @ me here)

so my brain clearly isn’t prioritising so here’s a really very long lil one shot based on this post i found by @aly4son and it’s pretty cute and fluffy. i decided to make some changes and add some stuff here as well becuz i love fluff hope it’s okayy. this took pretty long becuz i had to figure out how to put everything together ://

and as it stand it is getting way too long so im gonna have to put up a second part whoops.

—

“Hmm… Add a little of this…, a drop of water from the Dragon’s Tears Fountain… Oh, don’t forget the edible glitter…”

Marinette was adding different ingredients to her pot, swirling her wooden spoon at the same time. She was preparing for her final test before she was officially declared the new Guardian of the Miraculous. However, she needed a break from all the formulas and power-up functions. So, she decided to continue playing around with the concoction she’s been working on for weeks, hoping to complete her experiment that afternoon. She knew she could just finish it after her test, but she could feel that she’s so close, and was eager to observe the results.

Ever since she started learning the recipes of the power-up potions, she wondered what other power ups she could try making, if it were possible. She’s been trying over and over again, playing around with different kinds of ingredients. She’d even brought some items from the bakery, if only to give it a little taste and colour. (And also to test a theory of whether it can be used to make power-up potions. It did work out in the end, but only some foods.) She remembered Chat mentioning that Plagg hated those power-up cheese (said it tasted like “liquidy goo you humans take when you’re sick”) and decided to mess around with flavours.

“And… Done! Tikki? Up for another round of taste testing? I think I’ve got it this time!”

“Of course, Marinette! I’m curious though, why did you add the glitter?”

“It’s for flair, for the potion I’m brewing. If this works, you’ll see why I wanted glitter in there.” Marinette threw in a wink, and dipped a little spoon inside the pink, glittery liquid. Tikki floated towards it and took a sniff, noting the scent of champagne coming from it. I wonder if kwamis ever get drunk, didn’t think we’d try that before in all the time we spent in the miracle box.

She quicked sipped the delicious brew, and immediately felt a tingling sensation.

“It’s happening! It worked!”

In a flash of pink, Tikki transformed, her usual self now a sparkling crystal-like texture, her centre spot and tail (?) now dazzling diamonds.

“Wow… Well, what power up is this?”

“It’s called the Elegant power up, ooooooor Exquisite. Haven’t really decided on the name yet. It’s just a little fun power-up I came up with, you know, like a fancy dress transformation.”

“Cool! I’m sure Kaalki would love to try this power-up. It’s glorious.” Tikki laughed at her own little joke.

Oh, how she wished she could snap a photo of Tikki, but kwamis don’t show up on cameras. It was a great accomplishment, and she was really proud of herself. Specially created with an original outfit designed by her, a sketch of the design slowly added into the mixture while it boils. (Another absurd theory that flitted through her mind.) Never thought this crazy idea would work but here we are.

“Alright, I’m going to try transforming. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Marinette!”

“Elegant Tikki! Spots on!”

The familiar feeling of transforming washed over Marinette, yet it feels completely different at the same time. The swirls of pink magic disappeared to show a red cocktail dress with exquisite black sequins scattered on silk, the fabric a darker shade of red than what she usually wore. Extremely fancy indeed.

A Mandarin collar wrapped around her neck with a mini brooch which had a symbol engraved into it, a representation of her Chinese heritage and the pattern associated with the Miraculous. The top half had black polka dots, embodying her super-persona’s namesake, along with a matching mask and gloves, both of which had intricate embroidery. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish updo, braids twisted to form a crown above her head. Her red heels has little ladybugs on them, just like the one in her hair. Just how she imagined it.

“Wow, this is even better than what i would have done!” Marinette twirled around, noticing that the outfit has a litte glittery shine to it. Now she wish she would get to wear this someday; she felt like a princess! (Well, it was pretty funny because Chat would always call her civilian self that.)

In the midst of admiring her work, Master Fu walked into the room. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, and Marinette shrieked, quickly transforming back to her usual self.

“Ah, sorry Master! I was messing around with an idea I had and I completed it just now. Don’t worry, I was practicing potions before that.”

“I’m not mad, Marinette. On the contrary, I’m actually very pleased that you have managed a feat that even my masters were unable to achieve back when I was in training with them. Perhaps I could show it to them when I return for a visit.

“In the mean time, how about you use this power-up for your Guardian officiating ceremony. It is something to celebrate after all and you deserve it.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say. She just thanked the master profusely, grateful for the opportunity to try out her new invention. She didn’t bother trying to refuse because she knows that there would still be one no matter what she says. Master Fu simply waved it off with a chuckle.

“Now, would you like to have your final test today or prefer to still wait for tomorrow? I feel that you are ready.”

—

School was still a priority, being in senior year and all. Marinette could only work on designs during her free time, and with Hawkmoth around those are scarce. Marinette would sometimes sketch out ideas besides finishing her homework, for fear if forgetting them. She absolutely hated it when an idea struck while she was busy fighting an akuma.

Good thing was, she didn’t need to worry about measurements. The miraculous will ensure that everyone’s suits and dresses would fit them to a t. So all she had to do was make sure that the designs represented each of the holders perfectly.

Tikki wholeheartedly agreed that Marinette deserved to be celebrated as the new Guardian, she hadn’t had a holder who was a Guardian since millennias ago. She was positively buzzing with exhilaration, moves animated with so much zest Marinette was afraid she might explode.

Chat was the first person she told about becoming a Guardian. He was surprised, after all he wasn’t aware of her receiving training, but that was short-lived as he immediately tackled Ladybug in a humongous bear hug for her sensational achievement. He even said, and I quote, “My, I’m honoured to be graced with the presence of the great and powerful Guardian of the Miraculous Box,” topped off with an exaggerated bow and a kiss to the knuckles.

He was also ecstatic about the prospect of a new transformation. Ladybug told him to assure Plagg that she had added a different flavour to it, and will add some cheese to his batch on top of infusing it in his beloved camembert. That night, Plagg denied purring loudly in his sleep. (“You were dreaming, Adrien. Hallucinating!”)

Three months of constant sketching and resketching, coloring in and retracing it for the potion, Marinette finally got the designs out. She asked the kwamis for their opinions on the designs, (after a mini celebration of their own, obviously.) and they gave their input. Some even made flavour requests, though they still kept the champagne in there as they loved it and it made the power-up more fancy.

Then it’s another week of measuring, mixing, and carefully infusing the correct batches into the different snacks. She almost put Wayzz’s herbal tea flavoured potion into Pollen’s honey comb, if not for Tikki and Wayzz’s interference. Oh, the look of horror on Pollen’s face would send Plagg laughing with tears.

With everything ready, it’s time to paaaaaaaaartay! (Clearly Xuppu was here :) )

—

With the help of Chat Noir, they managed to get the miraculouses to the respective holders’ rooms before they arrived home from school. She handwrote all the dissolving letters containing the information, taking care to use her cursive. Those online lessons really paid off, even Tikki couldn’t recognise that she was the one who wrote it.

Ladybug hid behind a rooftop as she watched Max open read the letter, coming to the conclusion that everyone else is doing the same. She hoped that she had made her instructions clear enough, considering how… excited some of her classmates could be.

—

Everyone was confused when they found a box in their rooms, realising soon after that it was a miraculous box. Alya and Chloe immediately opened their boxes, paying no mind to the paper that were below.

“Oh, finally! Ladybug is giving the Miraculous to me! It’s about time.”

“Trixx! Does Ladybug need me?” An extremely loud gasp, “Oh my gosh, is she here? Do I get to hold on to my miraculous?”

The kwamis questioned had to clarify that no, Ladybug was not nearby as there is no emergency, no, it was only for a few short hours, and no again, the miraculous was technically not theirs but “belonged” to the Guardian for safekeeping unless they are permanent holders. They were only temporary holders who are called upon when their help were needed.

(Ladybug and Master Fu had them make sure they got it through their heads after getting irritated when some people kept begging for it again. And also to inform those whose identities were compromised that it was their last time using theirs.)

“Please read the letter before you do anything, Alya.”

“It contains some important information that you really must know before you call upon me, my queen.”

All holders read through the letter:

“Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m to be officiated as the new Guardian of the Miraculous, and it would really make my happy if you could join me tonight. Along with your miraculous, you will find a small snack for your kwamis. It is to be consumed strictly before transforming, so do not waste it as I’ve only provided a small piece.

You will transform tonight at 4am, going going to the address listed below. Don’t worry, the kwami will be able to help you with that. I know it is late but this is to ensure no reporters or your parents will see you sneak out. Hawkmoth rarely comes out at night anyway, so that’s a bonus.

Chat Noir and I are greatful for your contributions as the heroes of Paris, so we would also like this to be a celebration of thanks. Hope to see you there!

Signed, Ladybug

Address: 53 Rue de Corentin, Petit Fortune Hôtel 3rd floor”

The letters dissolved with a flame of green sparkles, kwamis reaffirming the chosens that they know the address and will help them navigate.

[primal-screamer-blog1]

[lentaska]

Height Difference - Fulton fanfic

Note: First person POV, OFC from non-wrestling background. My original plan was to write a short story but somehow I decided to write chapters. So enjoy :)

English is my second language, I apologize for any grammar/wording mistake.

This is a work of fan fiction using characters from wrestling, I do not claim any ownership over them.

@monstersmaid @thecristsandcallihancult 

Part One    “I thought you’re a bear in human skin.”

- They may never understand why I date a wrestler.

With such conjecture and the imagination of predictable turbulence we might rise, I still decided to take my human-grizzly-bear-ish boyfriend to meet my artist friends. The reunion was held in a cozy cafe, where we always sketched, but the relaxing ambience switched off the moment we showed up - they even stopped chatting as if an invisible hand choked their necks simultaneously. My poor friends reacted like a group of frightened nestlings seeing a crowned eagle, eyes widened, bodies straightened in tension. I couldn’t blame them, a tall and muscular man with dreadlocks and tattoos would scare the hell out of me too if I had to face his stare.

After seconds of dead silence, one of them finally came back to herself, “he is... tall.”

I laughed a little bit, “one of the tallest in the rings.”

“Rings? What rings?”

“He is a wrestler.”

My friends were stunned, then I was inundated with comments like “he’s so different from your exs” and “don’t you only date artists”. One even asked if I’m sure this would work out since the background difference was big. My mind went blank for a moment.

Don’t get it wrong. My friends were supportive, but they worried very much about my relationship. Socializing was my weakness, so I barely befriended with people from non-art background, not to mention dating them.

“Well, Fulton is special...” I turned to the giant who earned the name of “Madman Fulton” in the ring, saw him staring at my friends the same way he measured opponents in matches. I knew exactly why: those words hurt his feelings. But I didn’t want my big bear to be misjudged.

I pinched his hand to distract him away from the focus. The expression softened when he looked at me.

“Sorry I was thinking something else.” Unlike the fierce looking, his low-pitched voice was humble and gentle, I was released to see everyone’s nerves was at ease.

Another one asked, “how long have you been dating?”

“Five months in next Thursday.”

I eyed Fulton, wondering how he could memorize the dates - he did mention that he had to remember all the dates of his bookings. I sucked at remembering them, sometimes I even forgot deadline of sending artwork to editor.

Fulton returned a dissatisfied look, I stuck my tongue out at him and saw him shook his head and forced smile back.

More questions were coming, “were you surprised to know he’s a wrestler?”

“Yeh and I thought he was joking, so he showed me a video of him in ring.”

“Do you see each other often?”

“On daily basis when we’re in the same city... Wait a minute, is this an interview?!”

My friends hushed me, “we wanna make sure if you’ll be happy with him.”

No you are just gossipy. I complained quietly.

“So are you two gonna move in together?”

“Not now...” I glanced Fulton to check on his reaction. To my surprise, he didn’t show any disagreement to the answer.

“How did you two meet?”

Fulton was delighted by the topic, “she was reaching to a book on top shelf in library and I grabbed it for her. By the way, she almost screamed.”

“I thought you’re a bear in human skin.”

“You’re easy to be scared, lil’ artist.” he chuckled - which surprised my friends - grabbing my hand. Although he’s not into PDA, he had his own way to show care and affection, one of the many tiny things was to have my fingers interlocked with his. On the contrary, I found it awkward to do so right in front of my friends, so I tried to avoid his action, but like always, his obstinacy won.

Shrugged, I defended for myself, “because I’ve never seen someone tall like you.”

The happening in library could have been more romantic if I hadn’t fallen to the ground because of his unexpected presence and overwhelming aura. I thought he’d kill me when he stared at me, but he just scooped me up from the ground and asked if I needed help. I felt embarrassed to recall that piece of memory. In the same way my friends did, I had misjudged Fulton the first time we met, based on his looking.

The tension in air soon vanished. My friends started to take the initiative to chat with him, as well as asking more about wrestling to satisfy curiosity. I excused myself and went outside to take break, the whole “taking my over-2-meter-muscular-wrestler-boyfriend to meet my artist friends” event was something I had never imagined before. And prior to today, I hadn’t given a thought on the question “if the relationship will work out in which the couple was from unrelated backgrounds”. Fulton’s career did surprise me - not in bad way - because I only heard about wrestling from social media and never considered it could be so close to my life, nor thought about dating a wrestler.

Would he be comfortable to hang out with someone from wrestling field? I wondered. This idea depressed me.

A pair of strong arms bear-hugged me from behind, hot breath leaned closer and passionately licked my neck. “It’s chilling outside.” he said, wrapping me under his jacket.

“Done chatting?” I squeezed myself deeper into his embrace. I loved his smell and warmth, also the way he caressed me.

“Not yet. Your friends wanna draw me.”

I protested, “hey only I can do that. I even bought new sketchbook for drawing you.”

“Oh really?” Fulton laughed. He could be easily cheered up by petty things I didn’t consider as a big deal, such as the portrait I drew. I sketched him several times when we hung out, there’s one time I left sketchbook at home so I used a brochure, he still had it. It’s astonishing to see that he kept everything given from me.

“Really. So did you say yes?”

“Of course not. I found myself excuse to leave.”

“How did you become popular all of the sudden?”

“Because I’m nice.” Fulton replied in joking tone, hand brushing my hair.

I turned towards him, corrected, “you ARE nice. In fact, you are one of the nicest people I know.”

One thing I loved about my big bear was, despite the fierce outside, he had affable and considerate nature and was a gentleman inside, people who were willing to talk to and know about him would eventually like him.

He patted my head, asked, “are you ok?”

“Not at all. I kinda freaked out on the idea that you may prefer someone with same background when I heard my friends asked if this relationship will work out.”

“Why do you think so?”

“I have no idea what wrestling is about. What if you get tired of not sharing mutual hobby with me?”

Fulton sighed, “I thought I’m the one who should be worried. You know, when your friends said you only dated artist, I was upset. Unlike you, lil’ picky artist, I dated not only female wrestler.”

I gently elbowed him, “It’s just easier to date an artist since I don’t know many people outside my circle. But I’m grateful to have you in my life and I wanna know more about your career.”

“I have an idea. I’m taking you to watch wrestling.”

“Your match?”

Fulton bent over to kiss me, “my match.”

[some-dark-side-writing]

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

Yandere!Jackieboy Man x Reader

Request: Hi! If you don't mind could you write a fic (preferably not a bullet fic like you normally do with yanderes) about yandere Jackie boy man who kidnapped his s/o and they're clearly scared of him and keep looking/trying to find ways out of his overly protective watch?

Jackieboy man was sitting on his roof, looking over the house and watching as people came back from work into the arms of their loving wives, husbands and even children, he waved below to the three year old he’d seen in his neighbourhood learning to bike ride and they waved back shyly, luckily no one else noticed him. Oh how he would love seeing you in that position one day, he could provide everything for you. He’d love for you to be on this roof with him too ; with his arms wrapped tight around your waist, whispering promises, that you trust, that he wouldn’t let you fall as you watched the sunset together. But you couldn’t leave the house right now. He made sure no odd sorts were lurking outside before slipping down his ladder and back through the window he then immediately locked upon entering, before making his way to you.

When he came into the basement he saw your head snap up in shock, he had learnt to walk quietly, and he also saw how raw red your wrists were and he sighed.

You had snapped to attention as soon as you saw your kidnapper open the heavy sound proof door and tried to hide your wrists behind your back, only yanking so hard you almost dislocated your shoulder as a pained cry ripped through you, you span around on the floor so he couldn’t see them instead, he couldn’t know you were trying to escape again! No no no.

Jackie sighed heavier when he kneeled down next to you. He grabbed your shoulders firmly and turned you to face him, your head whipped to the side, almost colliding with his as your short, laboured breaths made the hair that covered your face breathe out in rhythm. Jackie leaned his head back, giving you a side glance as he held your hands gently in his own, taking off your old bandages he threw them down now, staring at your face as he could see the glisten he loved so from your eye, peering between your locks. He cleaned the scrapes without taking off the handcuffs, kissing over each mark as you tried not to show how much that made your skin itch, the silence broken as he started wrapping new bandages around you again.

“You need to stop doing this senpai. You didn’t like when I kept you asleep those few days, to stop you from hurting yourself by trying to leave, and I will have to get the needle out again if you keep hurting yourself like this!” He put your wrist in your face to show you what he meant but his hands on your ripped skin made you hiss out in pain, head snapping towards him. He just wanted to protect you and keep you safe. That’s why you were here! You would hurt yourself in that scary world, he wasn’t the one who was scary, he was your hero, so you shouldn’t have to look at him like you feared him!

He always just wanted to protect you. He watched you every night for months, loving nothing more than when you stayed inside and he could gaze at you, laughing along to the programmes in the same time as you like you were one person, one soul finally united. His nights were more stressful when you went out, but he prided himself on never once loosing track of you. But the last night you were outside on your walk home some men came and tried to mug you, they even dared to hold you at knifepoint!!!

Of course, Jackieboy saved you, he beat them bloody and gathered all your belongings to pass them back to you. He’d never forget the way you ran into his arms, stumbling because you were in shock, how you trusted him as you leant your weight on him, letting him guide you to safety. It was the best moment of his life, and he wanted more, did that make him greedy? Of course not! But once he’d patched up your injuries in his home (you didn’t have many since he of course stepped in before then) and after you’d finished your tea, you’d tried to leave!

He’d begged you to stay, trying anything to convince you!! He made sure you didn’t leave his home that night.

Jackieboy man had even taken a break from his work! He needed to be at home to look over the most precious person, that needed his protection. You.

Jackieboy kissed your forehead but you tensed up. Your eyes screwed shut and your nose was all scrunched. Even though Jackie hated the fact you flinched he couldn’t deny how utterly adorable you looked doing so! Your breathing sharpened and you still refused to talk to him and it was breaking his heart. You hadn’t said a word since the first day he’d kept you in here. That day was filled with yelling, all from your side he might add, and blasphemy, harsh words that he knew you didn’t mean, like that you didn’t l-... well you were just all around rude to him, but was that better or worse than what was happening now?

Jackie smiled sweetly, his suit didn’t have pockets so he ran upstairs, the door automatically locking behind him but within moments he was back down with you. “Look what I got you!” He sang, before pulling out a black box, opening it and inside lay a beautiful diamond ring, the stone looking too heavy for the metal circle. “I got it from some robbers last night but you were sleeping so peacefully all day and I didn’t want to wake you, dreams are important you know, we discover things we never knew about ourselves before.... but I kept this for you, it’s a promise ring, so you can promise yourself to me, and when you’re ready you can cash in that promise too.” Jackie leaned down, keeping eye contact with you as he kissed the ring and then he shuffled to sit beside you and continued to talk to you about his day, completely unaware how alarm bells were ringing hard in your head at the new fact he watched you sleep every night.

It was Friday night which meant you were allowed to watch a film in the living room sofa with your capturer. He’d always liked these ‘domestic bliss moments’ as he put it, especially since you were behaving for now - as to make it easier for your escape. His knees, you noticed tonight through, were bouncing up and down constantly. Whenever he’d catch you staring he’d flit his eyes over to yours with a smile. You had a feeling he didn’t really care about the films you watched since his head would always turn to you as soon as your eyes wandered off the screen, like watching you was for more worth his time, although you had to say you were glad he was at least pretending to watch the screen instead of the alternative of staring right into your soul the full two hours.

Half an hour in you noticed just how energetic he was and that when he wasn’t paying attention to the screen it didn’t necessarily mean he was paying attention to you either, something was on his mind... good.

Taking your chance you leaned forward and placed your hand on his knee, something he definitely wasn’t expecting as he nearly jumped out of his skin when you did it, looking down to your hand bearing the giant jewel and smiling ear to ear, his hand softly resting over it and rubbing the back of yours with his thumb as he shifted slightly to face you better.

“Go out and fight crime, I’ll be okay.” You said in a comforting tone, rubbing up his onesie’d thigh, at least he didn’t wear the mask, it would make it easier for when you finally got to meet a sketch artist.

Jackieboy frowned, he was happy you were finally talking to him, but his eyebrows furrowed as he sandwiched your hand between his two. “A-Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin our night together-“

You quickly ran into assurances, interuppting him. “No no! I can see how on edge you are, having to stay at home worrying about lil old me. Besides, I like a working man, especially one in uniform.”

Not only did you call it your home but... were you flirting with him?! He gulped as your hand started to get warm, or was he sweating? “W-Well I’d hate to disappoint that little fantasy of yours, especially since I’m the only man in your life.”

You nodded, making a show of biting your lip, but making it quick before your tongue darted out to wet your lips, you were cautionary to be too forward in case he wasn’t delusional enough to believe this whole 180. You slapped his knee and he bounced off the couch, standing tall in front of you. “Go on then! Save some people!.. Make me proud!” You started to ‘tear up’ hoping your acting was sufficient enough to fool him.

Jackieboy man started to tear up himself. The worst part of his week was having to chain you up again after each move night, it felt like putting a pet in the dog house, one with the absolute cutest puppy eyes!

“S-Senpai...” his fingers twirled around each other. “You know if I leave you here you’ll be safe right? The door is locked and you know where the panic room is for if anyone breaks in, I want you to run there if there’s danger, and use this if you need me, no matter if I’m saving an old lady I’ll come straight back to you okay?” He seemed rather pleased with himself for this.

You were disappointed as instead of handing you a phone so you could call the police he handed you a beeper, it only had his number on and you didn’t really know how to use it since it looked old, even for a beeper! Of course that was probably the idea.

“There’s just one more thing...” Jackie’s voice darkened and a shiver ran up your spine. What was he going to demand of you?

“A kiss?” He stuck his cheek out timidly, awkwardly, his cheeks and ears the same colour as his suit now. “For luck...”

That blush seemed to spread everywhere as you complied, leaning your front forward and pecking his cheek with an over exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound. He giggled. Spinning around as he put on his mask, waggling his fingers goodbye to you as he locked the door behind him.

You sighed as you watched him leave through the curtains, throwing the beeper down and wiping your lips with your sleeve in disgust. You felt dirty even doing something that simple but it was all to help you escape.

You wiggled the door knob, knowing that wasn’t going to work you had nothing to lose. You grabbed a tennis ball that was the first thing in sight and threw it as hard as you could against the window. That did nothing, you stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed at the glass, but it didn’t shatter...

“Babe, the windows are bullet proof. Only a hero can get through them...”

You span around, clutching the knife to your chest as you hadn’t expected him to be standing right beside you. You grunted in pain as the knife slashed your arm when you turned, the man of your nightmares tutting as he easily took the weapon out of your hands and threw it to the side, grabbing your arm and slinging it to his chest. He looked disappointed, no... sad.

“W-What are you doing here?” Words vomited our your mouth as your brain ran a mile a minute. His eyes left your injury and met with yours, your heart tightening.

“I’m preventing the crime of breaking my heart.”

He leant down and before you could think of what he was doing he stuck his pink tongue out and slowly licked one stride up your arm, from the start of the long cut to the finish, the blood smeared on your forearm now as he smacked his lips. He kissed your hand, leaving red lip print like lipstick. “Why? Why would you do this?”

He dragged you down to the basement again, uncaring as you kicked your legs out, trying to catch them on anything you could, screaming in his ear as he flipped you over his shoulder, holding your legs so tightly against his chest it hurt with the loss of circulation. You hadn’t stopped screaming as he flipped you into a sitting position, sitting on your legs, on your lap, as he tied up your wrists again, his hands stroking down the small of your back needily, pulling at the ends of your hair and making your skin crawl as he did so, his forehead keeping yours in place against the brick wall as he unlike you did not waste any breath.

“I love you.”

[letholojimin]

HOUR 6 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 6

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 5 | HOUR 7 | MASTERLIST

Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up.

Jeon Jungkook wished that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up. As of now though, that wasn’t a problem because he never slept. 

He was too busy easing the pain down there and so, that led to him wandering away from the music room when the clock hit one-o-clock in the morning. Eventually, he’d decided to leave you alone first because he was sure that there was no way in hell he would be able to sleep. Not tonight, not beside you, not where you were. 

Though removing his arms from their secure hold on you was pretty challenging, it took all of him to stay. Why? Because he was not sure about what made you so different and that scared him. He wasn’t sure if you’d cast some sort of spell because on any other day, he would be pissed out of his mind if he got stuck in school once again. He was lucky and he knew it- he just didn’t know how to acknowledge it.

His feet begin to walk in a particular direction and before his mind can register anything, he’s facing the door of one of the most beautiful rooms in your campus- the art room. Jungkook always liked drawing and his friends never teased him for it but the other kids from your batch probably would. That was the kind of stereotype set for people like him and if he refused to live up to it, he doesn’t know what would happen to him.

His friends would never leave him as far as he knows because they’re practically brothers but he’d never want to be the odd one out of the group in the eyes of an outsider or a passerby. But now, he is alone and he doesn’t have anything or anyone to worry about. He doesn’t have to scan the corridors to see if anyone’s going to pop out of nowhere and catch him so he places his fingers on the cold metal of the doorknob.

Jungkook has been in here a couple of times. In freshman year when all students in your batch were required to take arts as a class. He’d come to this place last year when you had to write a paper on a specific painting that depicted Romeo and Juliet or some shit, he doesn’t remember. But it’s still different to him. Maybe it’s the lack of people in the room or the pleasant silence the place provides. 

He walks through the place, looking around at the various scattered paintings and the lockers of the members of the art club who come here nearly everyday after school. It doesn’t take long before he finds himself in front of an easel, fingertips running through the expanse of the rough paper. He decides that he will take advantage of the empty room. Conveniently, there’s a set of paints and a few dirty brushes in front of him and it will do. He doesn’t even know what the subject of his artwork will be at that point but it’s eventually decided when the first stroke marks the color of your skin, a rough sketch of your face shape on the paper.

He works in serenity, the only thought in his mind being you running along the field with him merely two hours prior. He paints meticulously, never turning down even the small details. He’s determined to make sure that this painting becomes a masterpiece so that maybe if things work out, just maybe, he gets to show it to you one day. His fingers grip the brush tightly as he places lines of your hair color surrounding your face. 

Time passes quickly, especially since he’s too engrossed in his artwork that he totally forgets about where he is and why he’s even there. It’s almost like the same exact feeling he gets when he’s around you but then, it’s a thousand times worse. It pisses him off sometimes knowing the image he projects is actually a polar opposite of the kind of person he was really like. He was so thankful for his friends because they’ve been there for him through thick and thin. They were there for him when his heart was broken for the first time in freshman year and they taught him to become stronger. They were there for him when his biological brother had decided to move abroad and they took his place. 

They were there for him when he had nobody and for that he was eternally grateful. 

He’s very attentive to details- that was a trait that his hyungs have noticed over the past years they’ve been friends but it comes out so well now, while he’s making all these kinds of lines and shapes at 1 am in the morning. Jungkook doesn’t remember the last time he did this but it feels amazing- rejuvenating, even and it’s like second nature to him. 

It takes a couple more minutes before he decides that he’s relatively pleased with the outcome of his effort. His hand is slightly strained from the lack of practice but it’s bearable. He gets off his stool, stretching and stepping away to take a better look of the previously empty canvas. He’s proud of what he’s done and a tad bit terrified because what the hell, he just painted an extremely accurate painting of a girl he just met officially six hours before. 

It’s only when his phone starts ringing does he snap out of his trance as he frantically looks for it in his pockets. He accepts the call before he can even see who’s calling but he’s relieved to hear a familiar voice. “Hello? Jungkook?!” 

“Jin-hyung! Oh my god,” He breathes out, surprised. Neither of you had any signal for the past few hours and so you couldn’t call anyone for help. Not that he was mad about it, though, because nothing would have happened the way they did if things turned out differently. In a sense, he felt rather grateful but at this point, he really was stuck here with you.

“Kookie! Where are you? I just got a text from your mother asking me if you were with us and I had no idea what to reply!” He says, relieved that you were finally hearing all of this. “Shit?!” Jungkook says, knowing he’d be screwed in the morning for not have answering any of his mother’s definite phone calls. It’s so late at night, and Jin’s call only came through to him now.

“Hyung, I’m stuck in school for the second time. This is all Taehyung’s fault...” the younger boy groans and runs his paint-smeared hand through his hair. He explains further and tells him that he’s stuck with you. Jin doesn’t really seem to care that much about how he’s stuck with a girl at the dead of night. Instead, he suggests that the two of you wait it out till morning. “Do you have your car or do you want me to drive you guys home when the rest of your football teammates arrive at six?” Jin asks, ready to help the boy out.

Jungkook declines politely, thanking him for the help and concern. Jin says that he’ll talk to your mother who still isn’t asleep, apparently, and tells you to stay safe from harm. Jungkook smiles on his end of the phone, happy that he’d been blessed enough to have the friends he has. Except maybe for Taehyung, he thinks. Fuck Taehyung. 

He doesn’t know what else to do except clean up his area after his friend drops the phone call, so that’s exactly what he does. He takes the canvas and brings it with him, praying it won’t get ruined and that by any chance, you won’t see it. Now’s not the time anyway. He washes the colors off his palms in the washroom and soon enough, he’s back in the same room as you. You’re still sleeping soundly when the boy finishes setting his alarm for 5:30, making sure you guys will have enough time to wake up properly without running into his teammates.

You’re also still sleeping soundly when he lies down next you in the wide couch in the room, wrapping his arms around you. Again, Jeon Jungkook wishes that if this were a dream, he wouldn’t have to wake up. 

HI SO I FORGOT ABOUT UPDATING SINCE I WENT SOMEWHERE LAST NIGHT AND SLEPT AT LIKE 2 :’’) oops

anyway here’s hour six, its a hella filler chapter but i saw jk’s blimp and i was like... i am inspired by the text on it. if you guys have any comments whatsoever please do not be afraid to hmu! istg, messages about my work literally warm my heart and make me cry a lil bit inside. happy halloween btw, and watch out for my jk as the joker au ;)

[jincherie]

Lure | Min Yoonji

~First fic for the kreativewritersnet AU Bingo event!~ Pairing: Min Yoonji x reader (fem!Yoongi x reader) Genre: siren!au, angst (??) Words: 1.8k+ Warnings: character death (???) Notes: finally, a drabble!!!!!!!!! I know I am meant to be writing 10000000000000000x other things but I just wanted to write this, u feel?? I hope you like it! I still have more Min Yoonji to do in the future so look forward to it! Next in the au bingo will hopefully be Selkie!AU Jin!! ((i did the lil sketch below!! none of the gifs really fit haha)) [edit.] I read Kittae’s drabble like a week before this (was already planning to write this) so some themes may unintentionally be similar.

You’re alone on that island but at least there’s Min Yoonji there to keep you company.

The water that lapped at your toes was cool, your feet dipping into ink. There were tiny jewels in the sky, and shimmering gems reflecting off the depths around you. The lagoon, a scene that had become familiar to you over the months you’d been here on this accursed island, was as beautiful in the moonlight dripping from the sky as it had ever been. The sight wasn’t new, but you’d never get over it. With a languid hand you drew ripples in the water, enjoying how it glistened and glimmered before your eyes.

“Don’t you ever get tired of playing with the water?”

You turned at the silky tone that caressed your ears, eyes falling upon the ethereal form of one Min Yoonji that shone even in the darkness that fell around you. You offered a soft smile. “No, I love the water.”

Yoonji rolled her eyes, obsidian locks brushing against her bare shoulders as she rested on her elbows on the rock beside you. You caught sight of her iridescent tail as it flicked lazily behind her, fins emerging from the inky depths and scattering pretty droplets across her pale, flawless skin. The image before you was so heart-wrenchingly beautiful you felt your chest ache, a yearning for something you couldn’t comprehend blooming behind your sternum. Just like usual.

“That’s what you always say.” her voice was a lullaby, caressing your senses and soothing your mind. To the untrained ear it might have resembled a monotone, silken speech void of emotion, but you’d become so familiar with it you could pick up the slightly amused edge that dripped from the end of her words. “But you’ve been on this island for months now, surrounded by nothing but water. Aren’t you tired of it?”

A soft sigh escaped your lips before you could contain it. Your back ached from sitting upright too long; you yearned to lay back against the soft, forgiving sand of the bank, but your eyes couldn’t bare to part from Yoongi’s ethereal form. It was a problem you found yourself with more often than not when in the company of the beautiful siren. Around her, your thoughts ceased to exist.

“No,” you murmured, managing to tear your gaze away before you became lost in Yoonji’s dark eyes once more. They were oceans of their own, waiting to swallow you whole the second you showed an inkling of weakness and gave in. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of it. It’s… comforting, at this point.”

Yoonji hummed, resting her chin on her palms. She was staring at you again, unabashed and gaze intense. She always stared at you, like you were the most fascinating thing she’d ever encountered, like nothing could ever capture her attention quite like you did. Dare she say it, she’d even become fond of you. You admired those eyes, the way they slanted curiously, long inky lashes brushing her pale cheekbones with each fluttering blink. Min Yoonji was beautiful in a way that made your heart ache. All sirens were, of course, but Yoonji especially… when those lips quirked at some silly, miniscule motion you made, you could feel your knees turn to jelly and your heart threaten to leap right from your chest.

You hadn’t met many other sirens after you’d first washed up on the island, Yoonji had made sure of that. You had been on a ship, travelling to visit estranged relatives, when the song had begun to reach across the sea on a melody so soft and sweet you would never have guessed it’s maleficent origins. There had been two of them, both sirens you now knew but never saw, and they had been the ship’s undoing. Jimin, who had hair the colour of fine sand and a tail as beautiful as the ocean’s surface on a glimmering summer’s day, and Seokjin, whose beauty fought to rival against even that of Yoonji to you with his soft coral hair and shimmering, gossamer tail. Alone, their curling, reaching, caressing tones caused the men of the ship to tremble, their eyes fluttering closed as crystalline drops traversed the weathered planes of their face. But together, they wove a harmony so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, so dangerous and seductive, that the men were no longer themselves as they tumbled over and over, becoming one with the sea and one with the hideous creatures that sought their next meal.

You, too, had met with the ocean that night, its cold embrace sinking into your bones and turning them to ice that perhaps felt a bit more like lead. You didn’t doubt you would have sunk, you would have drowned. Inky blackness invaded your vision that night, and you didn’t think you’d wake up.

Yoonji had saved you. It was something she’d done on impulse; she was infatuated with you. There hadn’t been a human girl crossing their oceans in many moons, and she didn’t remember them being so beautiful, so fascinating. She snatched you up before her brothers could, pulling you to an uninhabited island nearby. You didn’t know how long it had really been since you had woken, sputtering, on the beach, sun harsh against your skin and body stiff with aches that seemed to come from inside your bones. You didn’t know how long it had really been, but it felt like you’d spent eons here, with only Yoonji and your own reflection in the rippling surface of the inland lagoon as company. You could feel it, the slow, gentle decline of your mental state, but how could you focus on that with a goddess, Poseidon’s pride and joy, right before your very eyes?

You hadn’t been here long when you’d first made the promise. You didn’t want to think about it but you knew, deep down you knew you weren’t going to ever make it away from here. You didn’t need to hear the soft words from Yoonji’s flower petal lips to know that you were too far off the map to ever have hope of being rescued. You were going to die here, you knew it, you felt it, just as you knew it was unavoidable.

It had been that space between dusk in night where time seemed to stand still when you’d let the words tumble from your mouth. “Yoonji, can I… can I ask you a favour?”

She had turned, eyes boring into you, without a sound, but you recognised the sign to continue. A soft gust of air left you. A well of emotion you didn’t know you harboured opened up inside you, gushing to the surface and pricking your eyes with sudden tears. You took a deep breath.

“I know… I’m going to die here, but I don’t want… I don’t want to go like that, you know? I want to go gracefully, with dignity. I don’t want to die a husk.” you confessed, ignoring the salty droplet trailing down your cheek in favour of focusing on the stars slowly peeking from the sky.

There was something about Yoonji, something she’d mentioned to you in passing one cool morning as the sun began to peek over the horizon and bathe your forms in rich, golden warmth. While other sirens, like Jimin and Seokjin, mesmerised with their sweet, honeyed voices, the same wasn’t the case for Yoonji. Her voice did not entrance, didn’t dance around you and lure you to your demise. No, Yoonji’s voice was a silken lullaby, brushing your skin with velvet tones until your eyes fluttered closed and you sunk into the warm embrace of a sleep you didn’t wake up from. Yoonji’s voice was a kiss against your skin, a kiss hiding death behind smooth dulcet tones and honeyed words. She hadn’t sung for you, because if she did it would be the first, and the last, time you would ever hear it.

Yoonji watched you as you sniffed, gaze on the stars. “When the time comes, can you… can you help me?”

A finger, long and slender, came up to brush tenderly against your cheek in the softest of touches. Yoonji’s dark eyes followed the teardrop as it slipped down her finger.

“I’ll help you,” she agreed, “When the time comes, I’ll help you.”

You’d shot her a smile, watery and grateful, and brushed your fingers against her cheek in thanks before allowing your hand to drop. A weight had lifted; you wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while, after all.

You thought maybe you could have found happiness there, on that island, with Yoonji and the beautiful lagoon. You enjoyed spending time with the siren, she made you feel alive— but you weren’t living. You consumed enough to survive, you entertained yourself well enough to distract yourself from the reality— you weren’t living.

You don’t know how long you lasted, how long you played into your own desire to pretend things were going to be okay. But you couldn’t do it forever, and you knew that Yoonji could sense the change in you, however gradual it was. Your lips still pulled into that beautiful smile she’d become infatuated with so long ago, but where was the vibrancy that once made a home in your gaze? When had the stars that once lived in your eyes returned to the sky? You were you, but you also weren’t, and she almost expected it the second those words escaped your pretty lips.

Your limbs had become heavy lately, your head swimming and hazy and you had to wade through it all just to think. You were lost and sinking further and further into the quicksand filling your chest. Without a word, your gaze found that of the siren that had kept your heart warm on all those cold nights, and she knew, even before the words left your mouth.

“Yoonji…” you murmured, tears budding in the corners of your eyes. For a moment, it seemed, the stars might have returned to your eyes. “Please… send me home. It’s… It’s time, I think.”

The siren, a heartless creature that lived and thrived off the misery she created, bit her lip as she came closer, gaze uncharacteristically fond as it swept over your prone form. The air felt like it wouldn’t reach her lungs as she took a quivering breath. “It’s time?”

At your nod, Yoonji’s eyes fell closed as she steeled herself. She’d taken many lives before, she’d hunted souls much more innocent than yours, yet the thought of your absence in this world…

Yoonji let her lips part, a low, melancholic melody flowing from her. Her song began, and the lagoon’s raw beauty paled in comparison to the heart-stopping smile you flashed at her. She didn’t want to watch, but couldn’t tear her eyes away as her song progressed. The stars returned to your eyes as her song hit the crescendo, and your eyelids fluttered closed, smile remaining even as she felt your life force leave your body and join her own.

As her song came to a close, note fading into the air so that all that remained was what you used to be, Yoonji felt something foreign slip down her cheek. Shocked, she lifted her hand to her face, fingertips coming away with a single, crystalline dewdrop. She had to let you go.

It was the first, and the last time she would ever cry for a human.

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Summertime

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, fleeting OCs,

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: mention of bullying, implied smut (very very light)     

Word Count: 2200ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Summer

I could share some thoughts with you I had pre writing this fic, but I’d rather let you read it and form your own opinions and maybe share my thought process later if any of you should be interested.

Betaed by my sassy sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics 

 ***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You had been tossing and turning all night long. Usually this day of the year was spent crying your eyes out, knowing that you would hardly see him again until next summer, but this year you had spend it thinking about the life you had and the life you could have.

Jensen Ackles had been your friend and protector all through life. In middle school you were the girl that liked to sit and draw rather than go play sports with your classmates. In high school you prefered to sit alone in the cafeteria in listening to music, sketching in your notebook, while he was the boy that was always surrounded by a huge group of people. He was a popular kid, but not mean because of it.

Actually, you were sure he was the sole reason why you got through your school years without ever really being bullied. Having him wink at you as he passed your table, where you always sat drawing and listening to music, keeping away from the noise that was high school. He stopped and talked to you by your lockers or teamed up with you in the classes you were in together whenever the teacher demanded you to do group work. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing, keeping you safe by interacting with you, or if it was simply just who he was.  

It had started the first day of preschool, when you had been crying and wanted to go home. Looking back you realized you hadn’t felt safe in school. All you wanted was for your mom to come back and pick you up. Jensen had sat down next to you and started talking, showing you his toys and you had slowly stopped crying; sniffling as you listened to the boy next to you.

As kids the two of you did everything together even as teenagers. When he played baseball after school, you hung around sitting next to the field, drawing and designing clothes and watching him. As you grew up, you stopped following him everywhere. You were different people and you didn’t want to impose on him. He had his own friends now and you preferred being alone anyway.

Still he had always been there. There hadn’t been a day where you hadn’t exchanged at least a few words and there surely hadn’t been a day where you hadn’t seen him. All of that changed with the end of high school. Jensen left Dallas for LA to pursue his acting career and you got accepted into Savannah College of Arts and Design, putting you on complete opposite sides of the country.

You hadn't realized how dependent you had become of him until the day he left. You had been so destroyed you hadn’t even been able to convince yourself to go to his house for the goodbye party his parents had held for him. Of course Jensen had know you weren’t mad or trying to be rude. He had snuck away from his party and climbed to your bedroom window and knocked like a million times before. You had let him in and Jensen had laid on your bed with you for hours that day, talking about your future. You had promised each other to always return home during the summer and always stay friends.

Jensen had always kept that promise. He had called you a once a week ever since. It helped you more than you thought he ever realized. College was good. You found friends with similar interests and you loved your classes, but you struggled with the change. You liked things to stay the way that they were and college had been a big disruption to your normal routines. Hearing Jensen’s voice every weekend, made your feel at ease. You could always be yourself around him and you knew he would never judge you for anything you said. He knew all of your secrets just like you knew all of his. He was your safety and your best friend.

College ended and you got a job in New York and Jensen now spend the majority of his time in Vancouver for different tv shows, but he never broke his promise. He called you each weekend and every summer you both found a few weeks to return home. It was during these weeks your feeling started to change. He was no longer just your best friend, you had fallen in love with him and having him leave or you leave him were getting harder and harder each passing year.

Finally you quit your job and returned to Texas. You bought your own studio and started designing for your own clothing line. Being in charge was stressful, but it made you feel more at ease. You could be yourself now and not worry what your bosses thought about you.

When you had told Jensen about your plans he had been over the moon. He had told you to go for it and that he knew you would be successful in no time. He was just about the only one who had supported you in your dream of owning your own clothing line. Most people you knew questioned your ability to deal with so many different people a business like this would acquire, but Jensen had supported you from the second you mentioned it to him. His faith in you meant more to you than all of the people doubting you combined. You were still nervous about taking the leap, of course, but his excitement had been so contagious you were able to shove the nerves aside and enjoy the ride. As long as you had him to lean on, you knew you could do this.

As you were lying on your bed tonight, you smiled thinking about his words had given you the final push. After having talked to him you had resigned the next day and a few weeks later you had found yourself in Austin with Jensen by your side, looking at different office buildings and showrooms.

That had been the summer you had turned 26 and it had been the same year Jensen had been offered his first leading role on a TV show. Neither of those things were what you remembered mostly about that summer though. It had been the summer where everything had changed between the two of you. It had been the summer where he had kissed you for the first time.

“I can’t believe I own this place,” you stood in the middle of the room looking around you when you felt his arms sneak around your waist, pulling you back against him. You smiled and rested your head against his shoulder. Everytime he touched you it felt like coming home. He was the only person in the world that could calm you in mere seconds, just by hugging you tightly against his chest.

“You’re not freaking out, are you?” Jensen teased, resting his chin against your head and you couldn’t help but laugh. If you had made the decision on your own, made the buy on your own and if you had been alone right now as it all hit you, yes you would be freaking out. But now with him right here, believing in you like he always did you knew you were doing the right thing. This had always been your dream. You could do this, just like you could do anything else you set your mind to. Something you had finally started to believe in after Jensen had told you a million times in the past.  

“No. Not with my best friend here,” you answered spinning around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. “Thank you Jay. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Yes you could, Y/N/N. You are. You are doing all of this. I am in Canada more often than not. You’re amazing. I wish you could see that,” Jensen spoke softly, tugging your hair behind your ear, slowly leaning in. Your heart almost stopped as you realized what he was doing, but you didn’t try and stop him. Instead you closed your eyes, enjoying how soft his lips felt against yours. How right it felt when he deepened the kiss. You melted into him completely and his grip around you tightened.

Your head was spinning and you smiled into the kiss, feeling him do the same. First kisses had always been nerve wracking for you in the past, but with Jensen it was different. It felt like the most natural thing in the world even if your heart was racing a million miles per hour. Your accelerated heartbeat wasn’t due to nerves, it was him. You had been in love with him for longer than you cared to admit and now he was in your arms, kissing you and holding you tightly against him. You couldn’t think of a single moment in your life when you had been happier.

You had never talked about the kiss. It has just been added to the things you did when you were together. You talked once a week on skype or the phone. Jensen flew to Austin every summer and sometimes on other breaks from filming. When he visited, you went out, you talked and laughed like always. He stayed at your house in your bed, you kissed and eventually you had sex.

It hadn’t been until this summer, 2 years after your first kiss, Jensen had pushed for something more. He had made it clear how he felt within the first couple weeks of his summer hiatus. He told you he loved you and that he wanted you and him to be more than just summer fling. He hadn’t pushed you or asked you for an answer right then and there, but you knew that your time was up. It was the morning of the day he was leaving, going back to Vancouver to film his series and he wanted you with him. Maybe not this instant but eventually. Uprooting your life was scary, but what scared you even more was to becoming a part of Jensen’s life. A life with press, red carpet events, and fans. It had scared you so much you hadn’t given him an answer all summer, but lying in your bed staring into the ceiling you realized that all of that wasn’t anywhere near as scary as a life without Jensen. You loved him more than anything. He had been your one true constant throughout your life and you weren’t prepared to let your own head get in the way of what the two of you could have together.  

“Hey beautiful,” his thick sleep heavy voice pulled you from the movie of your lives that had been playing in your head. You slowly turned to face him, smiling when your eyes met with his sleepy green ones.

“Yes,” you answered quietly and a confused, rather adorable expression instantly appeared on Jensen’s face.

“Sweetheart, I just woke up. You’ve got to give me a little more than that,” Jensen smiled at you, moved to rest his weight on his elbow gently stroking your hair away from your face.

“I want more too. I can design from anywhere. The showroom can still be here. Nicole and Claire can handle it,” you spoke softly and Jensen’s eyes opened wide, before a huge smile spread across his face.

“You’re sure? I know changes aren’t easy for you and my life is… well a bit chaotic at times. I don’t want you too…” Jensen started rambling, making you smile. You loved how nervous he was. Being nervous was usually your thing with him being the one to calm you.

You reached out to him, running your hand through his hair. “I don’t like changes no, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be with you. I can get through anything as long as I got you,” you spoke truthfully. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the tears build in his eyes as he leaned down to press his lips against yours. In that moment you knew you had made the right choice. A stray tear rolled down your cheek blending with his. It wasn’t tears of sadness on either of your parts, it was tears of love and happiness. You had never felt more complete and loved that you did in that moment, lying in Jensen’s arms.   

You smiled into his kiss as you realized that you for the first time in your life was excited about the future and the changes to come. You could feel the excitement bubble in your chest, which was new. Usually changes meant chest pains and headaches but not this time. His kiss bore with it a promise of an uncertain future filled with people you didn’t know and millions of ways you needed to adjust at every turn. Still you knew you were going to be okay, better than okay. You were going to be with your best friend and the love of your life. You couldn’t picture a better life than that.

You were going to be with the boy that has always been there for you. You were going to be loved and cared for by the man you had fallen completely and heads over heels in love with. No matter what life could throw and you and Jensen, you would always have each other, and that would be enough.   

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