#getting the colors tweaked hands down took as long as the rest of it

[captivemuses]

Bennett's about page is all done but oh man that was really time intensive with getting all the little individual parts of the code modified so my brain needs a brain. Probably just gonna watch more Youtube and hang out on Discord in the meantime since I'm still waiting for my daily resin to replenish.

[novaonhere]

Stargazing

Relationship: Cal Kelstis x f!reader

Summary: You and Cal find yourselves watching the night sky. You bring up a question that questions your relationship.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluffy, leading to a more sexy outcome (use your imagination), maybe an existential crisis, have fun, f bomb

A/N: Nah enjoy

Prompt: "It was just a kiss." "I know.” “But does it have to be just that?"

(gif not mine)

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It was a beautiful night. You’ve decided you needed some peace and quiet after a day of working on the Mantis, so sitting on top of the ship was the perfect place. She just needed some basic repairs and double checking that everything looked alright. You stuff the last bit of your sandwich into your mouth and you took in the scenery around you.

The grass swayed in the gentle breeze, seeds and small bits of vegetation gliding through the air. Taking a deep breath, it smelled clean, fresh, and thank god not oil that you’ve basically been inhaling all day.

You lean back, placing your hands behind your head as a makeshift pillow. Letting your body relax, you felt the cool metal chill your skin, but you didn’t mind. You’ve always loved the sky; loved seeing space and the vastness that it was. The stars twinkled in unison, as if they were gossiping to one another.

The metal of the ship clanks, as if someone was hitting it. You lean up and crawl to the edge, staring down to see a particular red head, holding a small bag, looking up at you. You both smile as you wave him up. He climbs up, scooting next to you.

“I brought a treat, Merrin is learning how to cook and bake stuff from different planets. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s delicious.” Cal explains as he opens up the small bag. The fragrance is strong, filling your lungs with warmth and sweetness. Taking a look at it, it looks like a spongy, dark brick. (It’s a brownie yall but Idk if they have brownies)

“Oh wow!” You exclaim, breaking off a small piece. It’s still hot as it melts away from itself and into your hand. Quickly, you scoop it into your mouth. “Oh… wow…” You go in for another bite, making Cal laugh. He hands over the bag to you, which you gladly take and continue to munch down.

“How’s the Mantis?” He asks, leaning back on his hands, propping himself up. You finish your bite, wiping the crumbles off your lap.

“She’s good, just a few little tweaks but I did a comb through and checked everything, that’s why it took so long.” You respond, placing the now empty bag under your leg to not fly away. You go back to your original position, staring at the sky above. Cal joins you, staring up to the stars.

“Do you ever think we’ll win?” You ask, darting between two colorful stars, trying to think of what planets they are. Cal hums.

“I think we’re winning only because we’re fighting back against the Empire.” Cal responds.

“Yeah, but I mean, like do you think we’ll have to stop fighting in our life time?” Cal solemnly chuckles.

“Absolutely not.” He sighs. “We need more people on our side. We need numbers.” You hun in response. You’re so numb to the right now that it just feels like a daily chore. Deep down, you know that your fighting for the betterment of the galaxy and to help the innocent, but some days, it feels like your crew against the world. You wouldn’t find a little vacation, hell, this is the most relaxation you’ve gotten in the past few weeks.

Cal removes his hand from under his head and taps your side. You remove your hand as well, which he instantly grabs and brings to his side.

“We have each other, we have the crew, we’re making a difference. We’ll get the rest we deserve in due time.” He smiles, placing a soft kiss to the top of your hand. You knew it was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but being the smart ass you are, you pull you hand back, pretending to throw up.

“Ewwww, a boy touched my hand~~~.” You giggle sitting up and scooting a little away. Normal, Cal would look disgusted as well in a joking matter. It’s an inside to joke that if one person shows affection, they turn into immature kids and “be grossed out.” “We’re warriors! We have no time for this crap.” You’d always say.

This time, Cal’s smile faded a smidge. He pursed his lips, bring his furrowed brows towards the night sky. Your smile also faded, raising an eyebrow. Reaching back out your hand, you rest it on his bicep.

“Did I offend you? I’m sorry, I do appreciate the comforting gesture.” You thank him. He hums.

“It was just a kiss…” He trails off, turning his head away from you. You slightly pout, a bit confused.

“I know, and I’m sorry I over reacted. It’s kinda our thing,” You force a chuckle. “An inside joke.”

“But does it have to be just that?” He asks, turning his back to you, his cheeks now slightly pink. “An inside joke?” You blink.

“What’s going on?” You ask as he sits up to face you.

“I’ve really been thinking about the future, and you bringing it up brought some of my thoughts to light.” He explains, taking both of your hands by this point. Your neck feels hot, your eyes wide, and your voice doesn’t seem to work. “I don’t care where I am, what I do, all I want is to be by your side and you by mine.”

“Cal…” Is the only word that escapes you. He lets go, slightly pulling away. You reach back out for his hands. He looks surprised.

“I’ll of course be with you every step of the way, but I have a feeling there’s something else on your mind.” You bring up, brushing a piece of loose hair back behind his ear. He was obviously using it to cover up his blushing face, causing you to blush as well.

“Jedi code states-“ You start to laugh, shocking him.

“Jedi code is how old?” You ask before he can continue. He pauses, his mouth ajar for a few seconds. He presses his lips together, nodding, making you giggle. Taking this opportunity, he reaches a hand to your cheek, testing the water. You don’t flinch, you don’t hesitate, you smile, knowing. You both stare at each other for a little while, just enjoying this moment. He caressed your temple, brushing your hair back.

“You going to kiss me or what?” You playfully ask. Without another heartbeat in between, he closes the distance between you. At first, a very sweet and resting the waters smooch. Your stomach does jumping jacks, never thinking you would be in this situation. He lean forward, wanting to deepen the kiss. He reciprocates, parting your lips and slipping his tongue in. You moan slightly, your cheeks practically on fire.

“HEY!” Greez calls from the ground, causing you too to split. He can’t spot you too, thank god. You wouldn’t hear the end of it. Cal peeks his head over.

“Yeah?” He asks. Greez rolls his eyes.

“I knew y’all were up there, head to bed it’s late.” He grumbles, walking back to the cantina, mumbling something about “they’re still fucking teenagers sometimes.” Cal pushes back, facing you again. You both laugh.

“Well, he’s got a point,” You say, standing up. “You’re more than welcome to join me in the Mantis~” You walk past his, ruffling his hair. As you climb down, Cal smiles leaning back to stare at the sky for a few more moments. Realizing what you meant, he quickly scrambles up and after you.

[battleslippers]

do u know how to render...

lol i mean ik u do but can u teach me?????? (only if u want :3)

HERE WE GO. I am by NO means an expert/professional, so my process isn’t perfect nor is it the most efficient (😭), but here’s my process + some time lapses.

added a border because this post is so damn long

1. sketch — I try to make sure it’s accurate if there is a ref, and the proportions are right in this because the sketch determines how good the rest of the piece is and how much tweaking you’ll have to do in the future. Think of it like the foundation: if it’s wonky, everything else will be wonky and it’ll be a HUGE pain to fix later (speaking from experience). The purly painting is probably a great example of what NOT to do in this case! That thing took so much time because I didn’t have a good enough sketch and I didn’t really have my colors down, so I did a bunch of tweaking, which you’ll probably see in the time lapse.

2. Base colors/undertones/blocking in: this 100% differs depending on ur style, preference, and goal of the painting. If I’m doing a photo study for value or color, I’ll simplify it down as much as possible (basic colors or 3 values). Undertones are there if you’re REALLY working a traditional method I think.

I think this is one of my best examples of this type of painting. This is purely copying a photo to the most accurate, and if I had to do anything differently, I’d block in the shapes and shadows THEN go into all those details (I feel this would be more efficient but, again, preference lol).

3. Shadows — this really goes hand in hand with the previous step, but I like to establish these with usually a cooler tone depending on the environment and lighting. If your piece is outside on a clear day, the shadows on a lot of things will be blue due to the light from the sky. If you look at enough pictures and pretty much anywhere around you, you’ll see how light and shadow interacts with colors of the environment, which is really cool!!!

4. Messing with it — with those undertones and shadows, I might add in extra colors like redness or blue for things like skin to get that layered feel (especially considering how skin isn’t totally uniform due to its mild transparency). Then I’ll color pick those in between tones and block in stuff and do it until it feels right. The Angela painting is probably my best example of this, which I’ll reblog with (plus two other ones) For Curly’s jacket, I used a few different brushes to get that texture and the whole process was basically scribbling until it looked right. Hatching is one of my favorite methods to get a little texture in, so I do that a lot too.

5. Finally touches/technical settings — once everything is totally done, I’ll usually mess around with the Hue, Saturation, and Brightness along with Color Balance and Curves on the overall painting until I’m happy with it. Then I’ll probably turn up the Sharpness a little and maybe add some chromatic aberration.

Overall, I usually do these steps going from background (if there is one) -> skin -> clothing -> hair, but I hop around a lot. I usually establish the flats overall then render each individual one.

Also, lighting does NOT have to be warm and shadows do NOT have to be cool; it all depends on the context. As long as your values are right, your colors will probably look good. Of course, it’s still worth knowing how to make them harmonious or contrast and allat, but values are the main foundation. Online resources are also awesome (my favorites being Proko, Marco Bucci, and Sinix among many others) and just observing things around you and others’ art is an incredibly powerful tool. I usually like to check my values by making my painting black and white by coloring in a luminosity layer with white. This method isn’t universal due to different programs, but if there’s a setting to turn ur drawing black and white, I def recommend it.

A side note: my rendering style is basically just painting 😭 At most I have like 5 layers max (sketch, flats, background, subject, hair or anything else I’m afraid to fuck up) but I end up combining flats and sketch most of the time and just paint over it. Most of the time, I have 2-3 layers and combine them all by the end. For the (currently) black and white Johnny one I’ll reblog with is just one layer, but I’ll probably make layers to overlay color and another to add variation/detail. My process isn’t very uniform or clean 💀

I am SO sorry this turned out to be such a long post good god

EDIT: I realized the paragraph I thought was deleted actually just moved so I erased it lmao

[practically-an-x-man]

For reasons unknown, an immortal beast has been dropping off random trinkets at your ancestral home for generations. They're all kept in storage; nobody dares throw them away. Today instead of a trinket, the beast leaves a note with instructions on it.

Tweak this one as you see fit. Maybe Octavia? Dunno. Do what sparks your imagination!

Taken from here if the link works...

Ooooh I've actually got a neat idea for this one....

Thank you!!

____ Years Ahead

Word Count: 2.7k Content Warnings: none? mentions major character death but not in a violent way

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The boy peered at the doorstep. He didn't spot the trinket for a long time. He was looking for something bright, something shiny, like so many of the other trinkets were shiny, and this... wasn't.

Finally he spotted it, a folded piece of old paper half-tucked under one of the flowerpots on the front stoop. Carefully, he tilted the pot enough to snag the paper underneath, and gingerly unfolded it.

It was a photo: in color, glossy, but faded with time. It looked like the photos the boy had seen on the walls of his grandmother's house - they still stuck to paper, instead of the screens and projections he had in his own house.

The photo showed a cluster of figures, dirty and bloodied but grinning at the camera. Some of the figures were... odd, not quite human, and it made the boy wonder where this picture had come from.

He folded it back up and took it inside. His mother had warned him, repeatedly, not to get too involved with the trinkets. Nobody in his family knew who sent them, only that they'd been arriving on the doorstep almost daily for close to a century. There was a heavy oak trunk in the attic, big enough that the boy and his father could both curl up inside and take a nap, full to the brim of these little trinkets.

The boy tossed the photo onto the pile with the rest, looking at the odd assortment of trinkets in the box. It didn't make sense: Roman coins next to animal-bone jewelry, rolls of camera film stacked on top of shark teeth and bullet casings. It was like their mystery gift-giver had raided a museum. Half the items looked like trash to him, useless, but his mother forbade him from throwing anything out.

"Did you check the stoop?" his mother called out, from somewhere below him.

"Yeah!" the boy shouted back, "It was a photo! I put it with the rest!"

He thundered back down the stairs and raced to catch the bus, and that was the end of that.

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The next day, there was a shiny silver medal on the stoop. The boy picked it up and carried it upstairs, like all the rest, but something made him curious. He snagged the previous day's photo and turned over, poring over the figures in the shot.

There. The tall man in the center of the picture- he had the same medal clipped to his chest. And a gun slung over his shoulder. Military. The boy didn't know what it meant, but it felt like some sort of clue.

He spent the rest of the day rooting through the chest of trinkets, separating any items that caught his eye. He didn't find any more clues there, though he nearly cut himself on a small, slender blade at the bottom of the trunk. He nearly gave up there. It was a fluke, these two items in a row, or their mystery gift-giver just happened to steal from this military man and give out what they found there. The boy had wondered repeatedly if they were a thief. It was the only way to explain how they got all the trinkets.

His mother called him down to supper. He was nearly to the stairs when he remembered the stack of photos.

"Just a minute!" he shouted back down to his mother, rifling through the photos as quickly as he could.

Sure enough, the same man popped up in almost all of them. A few of the others did too, here and there, but none with as much frequency.

Well, almost none.

The man had his arm around them in almost every single one of the photos. Smaller, shorter, sharp-eyed but smiling, and always with a weapon in their hand. And as the boy flipped through the pictures, one right after another, he noticed something else.

They didn't age.

The man next to them did, little by little. His hair, already on the pale side, went thin and gray. Lines appeared on his forehead and cheeks, crinkled around his eyes when he smiled. The boy had no idea the scope of the photos, how many years were represented, but he could see that quite a lot of time must have passed between them.

And the person standing next to him did not change. If the boy looked closely, he could see a few new scars on their skin, or shifts in their expression over time, but they didn't age like the man next to them.

Immortal. Or close to it.

He knew who was leaving the trinkets.

The boy ran downstairs and tried to explain this all to his family, but they didn't believe him. No, not quite - they might have believed him, but they insisted he not push this any further. He didn't need to know who was leaving the trinkets, they said, and trying to investigate might just make them angry. If this really was some sort of god, the last thing they wanted was to displease it.

He said he understood. He said he wouldn't search for any more clues. He said he would let the immortal leave their gifts, and he would put them in the trunk upstairs, and that would be it.

He lied.

____

That night, once his parents had gone to bed, he snuck out of his room and crept down to the front stoop. He intended to stay there all night, armed with a two-liter of caffeinated soda he'd stolen from the kitchen and his fluffiest blanket wrapped around himself to ward off the nighttime chill. He was determined to stay awake, and catch this mystery gift-giver in the act. He held the photo and medal clutched tight in his hands.

Hours stretched on, and even the soda couldn't help him hold off his tiredness. It just made him have to pee. He was glad his mother didn't catch him doing it in the bushes. She'd be furious.

There was no sign of the gift-giver, nor anyone else. The night was dark and silent around him.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he noticed was sunlight spearing into his eyes. His head hurt, probably from all the soda and lack of good sleep. And he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the person he was looking for.

But his blanket had been tucked around him a little more soundly, and in his hands, alongside the medal and photo, was a note.

Stop looking for me.

There was no signature. The words were written in dark ink, simple and blocky handwriting. He was half-convinced his parents had written it for him, the same way they'd masqueraded as Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy for so much of his life.

The boy had to hustle back inside before his parents could realize he'd spent the night on the stoop. He got dressed, brushed his teeth, ran off to catch the school bus like it was any other morning. The note burned a hole in his pocket the whole way.

He didn't show the note to his parents. When they asked about the morning's trinket, he grabbed a random object from the trunk upstairs and presented it to them. They couldn't tell the difference.

That night, he tucked a few of the photos - all showing the military man in the center of the shot - under the flowerpot, alongside a note of his own.

Who is he?

The boy didn't expect a response. But the next morning, he found another old medal from the US Army on the front stoop, alongside a small scrap of paper.

You remind me of him. Stubborn. Stop looking for me.

That was the only explanation he got. It confirmed something in his mind, though - the immortal from the picture, the one the soldier always held close to his side, was the same one who'd been leaving his family these little trinkets for decades.

He left them another note.

Why do you leave my family these things?

That one was accompanied by a handful of items from the trunk upstairs. He picked them at random. In the morning, they were gone.

Would you rather I take them back? Stop asking questions.

He thought about that one for a long time. On the one hand, he didn't want them to take back what they'd given - mostly because it sounded like a threat, and he didn't want his family or their home to get hurt because of it. Maybe he was getting too curious for his own good.

But on the other hand, they'd responded to every note he left. They could have been silent, kept leaving wordless trinkets or no trinkets at all, let him think they didn't understand English or didn't care or weren't human at all. But they responded. So maybe they did care. Just a little.

That night, he decided to voice his thoughts.

Why would I stop asking questions when you keep answering them?

Answering was more than a little generous. He still didn't know anything new. If anything, he had more questions than he started with. But why would they respond at all if they didn't want him to ask more questions? He had the strangest feeling that, whoever this person was, they liked the back-and-forth of it.

But maybe he'd pushed things a little too far with that last note. They were silent for a whole week after that. No more notes, no more trinkets. Even his parents started to get suspicious.

Just as he was ready to give up, when he debating not checking the stoop at all after so much silence, there was another note under the flowerpot.

You built a fort in the woods when you were ten. Meet me there. Next Sunday at midnight.

He'd definitely pushed things too far. This was how kids got abducted. He was a smart boy, but even a stupid boy would know not to walk into the forest at midnight and meet somebody they'd never met. He didn't even know this person's name, or if they were who they said they were. The only proof that they were the immortal in the pictures was that they'd been leaving trinkets for a hundred years, and no normal human would be able to do that.

But he wanted his questions answered. He wanted to see who it was.

He thought about telling his parents. This was starting to get scary. But if he told them now, they'd shut this whole thing down. And if this was the immortal person in the pictures, if they did know who that military man was, this might be his only chance to find out.

He didn't tell them just yet. He just left another note.

How do I know I can trust you?

The response was on the front stoop the morning after, alongside a carved statuette the size of his thumb. It looked like a lion, carved of some rough off-white material that might have been bone.

You don't. I'm a very dangerous person. Your family has always known this. There's nothing I can say that would reassure you otherwise.

But if you want to see me face to face, that is where I'll be.

He debated it for days. Logic told him not to go. Instinct told him he would be fine. He wasn't sure which one he trusted more.

____

The next Sunday, the boy found himself walking through the woods. He still remembered the path to his fort, though the darkness made every tree look alike. Once or twice, he thought he saw the gleam of animal eyes reflected in the light of his flashlight. Every so often, a stick cracked from somewhere off to his left. He felt like he was being followed.

He wasn't unarmed. He had a knife clutched in his hand, the same small blade he'd found in the trunk weeks before. In his pockets were a collection of firecrackers he'd found in the garage - hopefully they would prove some distraction if this really did turn out to be dangerous. He'd clipped the medals to the front of his shirt, just because. They made him feel a little braver.

He approached the fort, silhouetted in the darkness. His eyes strained for light, looking for any figure or flash of movement. So far, he saw nobody.

"You have my knife."

The voice came from his left, and he chucked the blade as hard as he could in the direction of the voice.

It struck their shoulder, hard enough to make them stagger back a step. Calmly, as if they were in no pain at all, they pulled the blade from their shoulder and turned it over in their hands. The wound sealed over in moments, leaving behind only a rip in their shirt and a wash of blood down their arm.

"Not bad, kid."

"You're the one from the picture." he blurted, the first thing that popped into his head. Because they were - the same sharp eyes, the same freckled-spotted skin, the same dark curly hair. Now they had no weapon, and most of their scars were covered by their long-sleeved shirt, but their face was familiar. He'd been looking at it for weeks.

The boy rustled in his pockets, pulling out the picture they'd left before - the group photo, where they all looked young and healthy, with the soldier and the immortal and the human shark and all the rest. Now it was obvious they were the same. They hadn't changed at all, though he wondered what had happened to the others in the photo.

"This one." he said, holding it out to them. The person took a step forward, and the boy unconsciously matched it with a shuffle back. He didn't want them close enough to grab him. He still had that much sense. The other person stopped where they stood, tilting their head at him.

"Yes." they said, "That one."

"You're... you're a god?" he guessed, his other hand fiddling with the firecrackers in his pocket. He had a feeling they would do very little, if this person wanted a fight. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. Maybe he shouldn't have investigated.

"Not exactly." they responded, "I've just lived a very long time. You've heard of my kind before. Metahumans. Amazons."

"Like Wonder Woman."

That made them grimace, just a little. If he hadn't been watching them so intently, looking for any flicker of motion, he would have missed it.

"Yes." they decided, "Like Wonder Woman."

"Why do you keep leaving things on the doorstep? My grandpa says you've been doing it since before he was born." the boy asked. Little by little, he could feel his fear starting to trickle away. He still was wary, he still didn't let himself relax, but he was becoming convinced that this person wasn't here to hurt him. They still hadn't moved from their spot, and their hands hung loose at their sides. One still held that little knife, but it was a casual grip, like they'd forgotten it was there.

They were silent for a long time. The boy shifted on his feet.

"I made a promise, a very long time ago," they finally answered, dark eyes still frozen on the photo in his hand. They looked sad. They looked like they'd been sad for a long time. "I promised that I would protect your family for as long as I could. I promised that I would keep you safe. The trinkets are a sign that I'm still here to watch over you."

"Did he make you promise?" he asked, pointing to the man in the center of the photo. Another low wash of grief passed over the person's face.

"Yes," they said, voice choked, "Yes, he did."

"Who are you?" the boy couldn't help but continue, glancing between them and the photo in his hand, "Who is he?"

"My name is Eris." the person responded, looking at the picture with dark, sad eyes, "The man you see is your great-great-grandfather. He was... he was the only man I ever loved."

[friendshipgirl]

Animaniacs- New Years

Daniel Mouse, one of the spliced genesis mice of Acme Labs, was extremely embarrassed after a long night of mishaps with his girlfriend, Dot Warner. It was New Year's and the year started off with obviously overwhelming noises and large crowds leading to the first meltdown of 2023. As soon as they made it to the Warner tower, Daniel took no hesitation into jumping onto the foot rest of the couch and collapsed into a pillow, bawling his eyes out.

"Uh… Rough start, huh," said The Brain, the smartest of the five mice and one of Daniel’s best friends. "How about some water for you? You look like an ice cream cone."

Daniel sniffled pathetically, but nodded in agreement when The Brain handed him a glass of cool water before he curled up once more under the blanket of the sofa cushions.

"No one can blame you Daniel," said Pinky, the dimwit mouse of the group and the other of Daniel's best friends, "That clock, cheering, and fireworks made my ears pop like popcorn. Narf!"

"The clock is just a machine that makes noise. I don't care for it," mumbled Daniel, burrowing further into the cushions to hide his tears. His fur was still wet, which meant he had just been sweating for several hours and had yet to even take a shower. He felt gross. He then looks over to his two sisters, goth Raven and colorful SugarBaby baking cupcakes with Dot. Just seeing her face made Daniel calm down a bit.

"So, feel like talking to her Romeo?" Pinky teased as he waggled his brow and nudged him.

"Back off, Pinky," retorted Daniel as he moved his shoulder away, blushing to his ears as usual whenever he gets too shy, "I just don’t want to interrupt her, that’s all,"

Pinky shrugged and went back to his own cupcake.

"You know Daniel, we haven’t talked about New Year resolutions yet," Brain reminds Daniel.

"Oh yeah? Anything besides trying to take over the world?" Daniel asked sarcastically. "Hey," Said Brain, sounding offended and also mildly insulted by Daniel's tone, "If only we didn’t have the ability to do everything we wanted so easily…"

"I know… Sorry Brain…"

"Anyway! We need a new New Year resolution!" Pinky said excitedly, "I have one where I can be able to learn how to play piano for my How To videos! What about you Brain? Besides taking over the world?"

"Ooh, I bet he’s gonna improve on his tweaking," Daniel teased, feeling the gloom go away now that he’s talking to his best friends.

"WHAT!? I— Daniel!" Brain shouts in shock, his cheeks heating up red, "I do NOT dance seggestively like that! And even if I did, that would be a private thing!"

"Oh really," Daniel smirked as he reclined on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, "That explains that time you left yourself exposed with November's… Incedent.

(Flashback)

We see Brain in the bathroom dancing sensually in the mirror as he sings.

Brain: (as he dances seductively) I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy Can't change the way I am, sexy, naughty, bitchy me

Daniel sees the door open and looks inside and Brain flushed furiously upon seeing him in the mirror.

"DON'T COME IN! DON'T COME IN!"

(end of flashback)

"NARF! I remember that!" Pinky laughed happily, "It just makes me all giddy to think about how cute it was to see you shake your little butt all jiggly wiggly, listening to dirty pop. ZORT!"

"Shake what?" Brain chuckled nervously, feeling his face burn more red in embarrassment, "You're exaggerating."

"What are we going to celebrate this year, anyway?" asked SugarBaby from across the table.

"Well SugarBaby," Spot started as she mixed the batter, "New Years is the most important day of the year after the 365th day and becoming even more better than last year,”

"And we will become even better next year!” finished Brain, “It is not just the end of our days that will make us greater. It is the very fact that we exist, and rule the world!"

Raven rolled her eyes at the last part.

"You know guys, I feel a lot better talking to you guys," Daniel said, "I'm glad things worked out between us!"

"Of course they did! Why else would we all be here right now?" Said Billigo.

Dot raised a hand, causing everyone's attention to turn towards the little green mouse.

"Um… I was wondering…" She started hesitantly, "Would any of you like a kiss or anything?"

"Dot! We are not starting the year off with cooties!" Wakko teased.

"Fine, I’ll kiss Daniel then," Said Dot.

"What!? Dot, why would you want—" Daniel asked in shock before his lips met Dot's. His entire face turned bright red and he was forced to pull away as everyone burst into laughter.

“Aw Daniel,” Said Dot sympathetically, “Don’t worry about the year, it’s just because we love you,”

“Yeah, yeah…” Daniel muttered, steam coming out his ears, "But, I never agreed to kissing you, Dot,"

[rethea-emberfall]

It Suits Your Look (Rethea/Indy)

Word Count: 1500 Summary: Some things are easier to cope with than others.

Rethea looked up from the glyph she was working on when she heard a strong rap on the foyer door. If she’d been in her inn room that would have startled her, but in her penthouse anyone who managed to knock on that particular door had been given access to the private teleportation pad that worked for her floor. So, she immediately knew that she either worked with, or trusted whomever it was doing the knocking.

…It also meant that they didn’t have a key, which narrowed down the pool of potential visitors a bit. Slightly disappointing, but also good, because she had a great deal of work to get through today. She carefully capped the ink she’d been working with and set the pen well away from the unfinished glyph before rising, smoothing her dress down over her hips as she ducked around the desk and moved for the door.

When she pulled open the curtain and came face-to-face with bare lavender stomach, she immediately cut her eyes upwards. Indraste grinned down at her and waved.

“Hey, Rethreth!”

“Indy, good afternoon.” She unlocked the door and let Indy push it open; they were heavy, considering they were three times the size of a normal door, and the druid had far more muscle mass.

Indy let herself in and then shut the door behind her, locking it again. Since she came by nearly weekly for tailoring fittings, she knew Reth’s habits well. “I brought you a dress and a new corset, as requested. Do I want to know why you requested a haltered top on this dress that locks at the back of the neck?”

“If it is a strange request, you should always assume that my hair is the reason.” Reth refused to look Indy in the eyes, instead turning and walking through her workroom and into the main area of the penthouse. Indy followed after, bare feet nearly silent on the stone floor. Reth felt like a horse by comparison in her heels.

“Fair enough. Strip so I can get the final tweaks in, please. Corset first.”

She reached back, fumbling with the zipper on her dress with gloved fingers, but after a moment she managed to get it pulled down. She let the dress fall to her feet and then stepped out of it, turning her back on Indy before unfastening her bra and setting it on top of the nearby piano. Indy came up behind her and offered out the corset, which Reth took and held against her front while the druid began lacing her in. One of her tentacles slapped at Indy, hitting her in the chest, but both women ignored it. That was nothing new.

“How does it feel?” Indy said once she’d finished tugging and tying the laces.

“…I don’t believe it needs any adjustments,” Reth said, taking a moment to shift, inhale, and attempt to bend. “No, it feels right.”

“Tenth time’s the charm, then. Do you want another in that style? I have cloth that I’ve enchanted to glow like fire. Black base color. It looks amazing.”

“I feel like that’s a bit on the nose. No, I was actually wondering if I might ask for a few pairs of long, fingerless gloves?”

Indy rested a hand on her shoulder, tugging to make Reth turn around. “Absolutely not,” she said with a smile. “Not only do they not suit your look, but they’ll wreak havoc on your spellwork. They tend to pinch the base of the fingers.”

Reth frowned up at her. “Well, I would like to be able to use my fingers, but still–”

“–Keep your forearms covered. I know. What’s wrong with cloth bracers? You used to wear those.”

“They are easy to pull down. They slip. In any case, they no longer suit my look, either.”

“Have you considered jewelry? Maybe heavy cuffs?”

“…It has recently been explained to me that things like that could make me a target for mugging.” She did not elaborate that this had come to her attention via attempted mugging.

Indy thought for a moment, taking one of Reth’s hands and holding her arm out straight. After a moment, she began to trace over the glove with her index finger. “Okay. Keep it above the elbow to help anchor it. It covers the forearm, but then opens like a sleeve.” Her finger runs along the bottom of Reth’s wrist. “And then on the top, a triangle of cloth comes down and ends in a loop that you slip around your middle finger. Free palms, free fingers, but it won’t creep up. And it will suit your dresses, as well as accentuating your pretty little fingers.”

Reth smiled and tried not to look deranged over the fact that she would be able to touch while wearing something like that. She had to take a breath to make sure her voices played nice. “That… sounds like it would work well. Could you enchant them so that they stay clean?”

Indy smiled back, her feline eyeteeth very visible. “Of course! Night, this is perfect, they’ll be so much easier for me to make than full gloves. Black pair, white pair? Two of each, I assume, as usual?”

“Yes, please.”

Indy pulled a notepad out of a pouch at her belt and began writing and sketching in it. Reth watched her work for a moment, then looked down at her gloves. As the silence stretched out, she picked up her dress and draped it over the piano as well, then turned to face Indy again, taking a deep breath to steel herself. She’d been working up the will to bring a certain topic up for days.

“May I ask you a question?”

“Always,” Indy said without looking away from her notepad.

“I hear you heal scars.”

That did make Indy look up. She stopped writing, and her eyes cut immediately to Reth’s gloves. “I do, in fact.”

“I, ah. I was wondering if you might be able to do anything about mine.”

The notebook was snapped shut and put away as Indy transitioned into full healer mode. “Let me take a look. I’ve healed some really bad stuff over the years.”

Nothing like this, Reth thought to herself as she slowly began to remove one of her gloves.

To Indy’s credit, her facial expression didn’t even flicker when one of the scars Reth worked so hard to keep hidden came into view. A two-inch band of skin on each of her forearms was simply missing, and in place of what should be the exposed muscle, tendons, and bone beneath was a smooth space of sickly-glowing violet something.

She reflexively yanked her arm away when Indy began to reach for it.

“Rethea,” the druid said, voice soft. “Let me look, please.”

She held her arm back out. Indy took her by the wrist and then held her other hand out over the unnatural mark, sending a bit of magic into the area. After a moment, she shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do anything about this.”

“Why not?” Her voices split away from one another as she spoke. In the back of her mind, the whispers began to claw their way into her thoughts.

“…There’s nothing to heal.” Indy tried to meet her eyes, but Reth looked away. “That’s not a scar. That’s just a part of you.”

That is where I was bound. There was a roar in her head of too many words at once. Bile rose in Reth’s throat, and she immediately turned and bolted for the kitchen sink, heels clicking loudly on the stone. The second her hands gripped its edge she lost everything in her stomach, muscles working so hard that they strained against the corset, pushing the boning into her skin. She gagged, another wave of nausea hit, and she moved on to violently dry-heaving.

A moment later Indy appeared at her side, holding a cup of water and one of Reth’s robes. “Okay. Okay.” A hand pressed against Reth’s back, and she felt the worst of the nausea subside. “Let’s rinse your mouth out and get you covered up.”

Reth refused to open her eyes, because her glove was now on the floor many feet away, so Indy placed the cup in her hand. She brought it blindly to her lips, swished, and spit in the general direction of the sink as she felt the druid rapidly undoing laces with taloned fingers. The corset was pulled away, and then Indy was helping her into the robe, sleeve by sleeve. Indy walked around front and bent to tie it for her.

How could they not be scars? How could the marks she received while enduring the Void be something that couldn’t be healed?

“I feel faint,” Reth heard herself say as the edges of her vision began to fade.

Indy immediately picked her up in a bridal carry and began walking for the bed. “You’re going to lie down for a bit with your legs up, okay? I’ll stick around until you feel better.”

Reth felt her back press against the bed. Felt Indy putting pillows under her knees. Felt the shift of the mattress as someone much larger than herself sat beside her and began slipping the glove back over her arm.

After that, her thoughts simply checked out, taking her with them, and leaving only the voices behind.

[pumpkinpot]

Aftercare w/ MHA

A/N: These are headcanons for what I think is these characters favorite aftercare would intel. I don’t go into detail about the type of sex that went on before hand.

Aftercare is the check in and care for your partner(s) after sex and should be non negotiable. This is the time to make sure all involved are okay with what took place and properly decompress/clean up.

Hawks: Food. I have to admit, I feel like he times takeout for however long a really good session will usually last so hopefully by the time you two are cleaned up and winding down food is at the door warm and ready for you.

Aizawa: Obviously sleep. Of course this comes post clean up and check in and I def think he’d give you one of his shirts to sleep in, but expect get pulled into his arms in a bed I just know he has the comfiest bed of literally anyone alive. This like hella soft sheets, linen spray, a fluffy duvet. Yes.  

Bakugou: Shower. I am definitely bias. This headcanon comes from a drabble written for me, but it still definitely rings true. His quirk is activated by sweat. I can only imagine how anxious sex could make him during the first while of your relationship. This could likely result in only shower sex for a bit, but even after that has passed, I could see him loving to wash one another. 

Midoryia: cuddling. But he also kind of makes me think that he would get a warm wash cloth to clean you up and doing all the icing (if needed) and anything else before crawling into bed with you and checking in what went well and where some things could be tweaked during scenes. This is a really important ritual to him, and it usually ends in naps or sleep, depending on the time of day.

Uraraka: Hair and shoulder massage. Post scene I could see her sitting you down in front of her and playing with your hair. If you like showering post sex she’ll put it into a protective style for you and chat about the dynamic and experience. 

Momo: Bath. Tell me this woman doesn’t have the biggest bathtub. You can’t. I feel like it would be a whole thing to pick out a bath bomb. I have this idea that as a bonding activity you two  picked a specific scent for aftercare time and had a variety of colorful products in that scent at the ready for that time. 

Mirko: carrying you. She feels closest to you when she can carry you wherever you need to go post scene. Bath? in her arms. Movie? You are in her lap. She keeps her cheek rested on the top of your head ready to side kiss you and her arms firmly around you. 

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I did a few others of there for AOT, BSD and Black Butler. They will be here on my  Master List

[daaydreamy]

— by harry-is-my-little-spoon

summary: pegging harry.

“It’s time to go to bed H. We stayed up half the night watching those ocean documentaries and you have work tomorrow.”

“But I need you lovie! I’ve been waiting all day, been such a good boy!”

“You have honey, but you’re gonna be exhausted in the morning.”

“I’ll be tired, but that just means you fucked me good. Please baby, I can call in sick and we can have the whole day to ourselves to bake and watch movies and play with eachother. Please, please, please!”

“Fine you baby, go get the strap and strip for me.”

“Fuck yes! Gonna get fucked so good tonight.” he whispered to himself excitedly

When Harry came back from the bedroom with the strap-on in hand his cheeks were already a blotchy pink color, which told you he was touching himself. You slowly put the strap-on on just to tease him while he stood there biting his lip and playing with his fingers impatiently. Once it was all the way on Harry quickly scrambled to get on his hands and knees on the couch, but you were quick to tell him that you wanted him on top tonight.

“No bunny, I want your pretty ass on my lap tonight. You want that baby?”

“Yes, so much!” he squeaked excitedly. He fucking loved riding you. The intimacy that came with your chests pressed together and his quiet moans being whimpered in your ear when he hooked his chin over your shoulder, how everytime he was close his thighs started to shake and he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, so you would grab his hips and start thrusting up into him fast and hard, eventually leading to him falling apart with soft cries of your name.

He clambered to straddle you while you were still lubing up the fake cock. When you were done he happily got on top of the silicone dick and rubbed it around his hole until it was lined up correctly and lowered himself down slowly while letting the softest sounds escape his pretty pink mouth.

“Look at my good boy, taking it so well. Remember how long it took us to get this in you comfortably the first few times? There was lube everywhere bunny, all over your ass and in between your thighs.”

“I felt so messy and full and so so dirty. Thought I was going to cum in the first few thrusts.” he spoke in between pants

“You practically did honey. You came three times that night just playing with your pretty little hole. You were so loud. The neighbors called us in the morning telling us that we had to be quieter next time.”

“Ugh, fuck, that was so embarrassing. I couldn’t look them in the eye for months. Ohh baby I’m gonna come so hard.” he said shakily as he started moving his hips up and down faster and faster trting to bring himself to his release while you tweaked his nipples.

“Come on bunny, know you can do it. Cum all over my tits baby.” Slowly ropes of cum started to shoot out of his slit and then it really hit him and his thighs started to spasm and shake around your hips.

“There you go. Come back to me honey. Are you feeling floaty. Let me get you off my cock and we can clean you up, okay?”

“Mhm.” he responded quietly. You carefully lifted his hips and the cock gently slid out of him. Once you got the strap on thrown off you, you let him relax back into your lap while you grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned the lube off his hole and the cum on his chest, thighs, and your chest.

“Goodnight H. Get some rest.”

[stealforreal]

Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

[kunoichi-ume]

Payback...Sparkles?

The long awaited payback for Fynta’s All Saint’s Wake prank. I hope Fynta isn’t too mad @cinlat, Koko got her spell right.... hopefully. 

Standing in front of the locked door, Cobi looked around to ensure Ruffles was taking his job as look out seriously. Thankfully her husband was standing near the stairs, trying to look casual as he leaned against the wall. Catching her looking his way, he smiled and shot her a thumbs up. 

“All’s clear love, better get started.”

Cobi nodded and leaned over to examine the door’s lock. She had only recently started taking lessons at the Rogue’s Guild in Limsa Lominsa but one of the first things Jacke had drilled her on was lockpicking. It was, as he explained, an essential skill for any and all who wanted to represent the Rogue way of life. A throwback to their more… unruly days before going mostly straight. 

She had taken to the Rogue skills easily, to her own surprise because they could not be farther from what her Bard skills. Playing a harp and wielding a bow had done little to prepare her for sneaking about, picking locks and striking quickly with her new daggers. Now she was more than pleased to have her new skills, without them she would never have gotten past the door in front of her without damaging it. When the lock clicked and the door opened there wasn’t a scratch on the lock’s decorative metal plate, no sign it had been tampered with. Her rogue skills were, so far, a secret to the rest of her Company and only Ruffles knew of her new endeavor.

The mystery of how she had gotten into Fynta Wolfe’s apartment would make her revenge that much sweeter. The woman had interrupted a particularly romantic night for the Miqo'te woman and her Hrothgar husband. It was only fair she got some comeuppance. All Saints Wake had been a few weeks ago, enough to hopefully make the other woman comfortable that no retribution was coming her way. It had just taken time to acquire the proper supplies. 

Now that the door was open phase two of Cobi’s plan was ready to begin. Moving across the hall she opened her own apartment;s door, grinning at the sight of the very special machine she had commissioned. It was, by all appearances, a very innocent bubble machine. After enlisting the help of a particularly creative and chaotic Lalafell named Koko it now created something a little more malicious than gentle soap bubbles. 

Placing the machine at the threshold of Fynta’s apartment, Cobi checked again that the proper ingredients were added to the machine. The first few iterations of the recipe had been explosive disasters, something she had expected. Koko was known for chaos and fiery blasts after all. Some tweaking had been necessary to make the perfect balance. 

Cobi took a deep breath and held it while she turned the machine on. She really hoped it didn’t exploud. It shouldn;t, but you never knew when Koko was involved. Instead of blowing up in a fiery boom the machine rattled a little and then the first translucent bubble appeared out of the spout. It was a shimmery pink color and she could just make out the handful of sparkly glitter pellets inside the sphere. No sooner had the first bubble pulled away from the machine with a soft plop sound than the second started to form. This one was as blue as a summer’s day. The next was green. Then purple. Then red. On and on the machine went, creating bubble after bubble. 

Soon the doorway of Fynta’s apartment was filled with bubbles, each new one pushing the next one further into the room. Cobi hadn’t decided if she was going to let the machine run until it ran out of materials to create the bubbles or stop before it filled the entirety of the room when Ruffles whistled softly. Jerking her head his way he motioned down the stairs. It was their agreed on signal that Fynta had returned to the Company house and she needed to get out of sight quickly. 

Nodding she flipped off the machine, pulled it into the hallway and closed the door behind the mass of bubbles. She had just checked that the lock had reengaged when Ruffles was at her side, hefting the machine in his arms and ushering her into their apartment. “She’s on her way up now, Koko stopped her in the main room to buy us some time.” 

Bless that little hellion, Cobi thought, knowing she owed the Lalafell a trip to her favorite bakery for all her help. Ruffles walked further into their apartment, stashing the machine somewhere, but Cobi couldn’t make herself walk away from the door. It would muffle the sounds from the hall but she wanted to know the moment Fynta opened her door. 

One of her ears twitched as she heard footsteps on the landing. Fynta was here and, from the sound of it, Kirin was with her. That was fitting as he was there on All Saint’s Wake as well. She listened to them approach the door and even heard the jingle of keys as Fynta unlocked her door. For a moment she didn’t hear anything else and pressed closer to the door, worried something had gone wrong. Silence was the last reaction she expected. 

Her patience was rewarded a heartbeat later. 

“What the shite is all this? Fynta demanded. 

“It looks like… bubbles?” Kirin said, his confusion easy to hear. 

“I can see that, what are they doing in my apartment?” 

“Bugger if I know, it’s not like you haven’t pulled your own share of pranks lately.” 

Fynta laughed, “that’s true but damn. This is going to leave a soapy mess on all my things. Guess we better start popping them.”

Cobi grinned, that was exactly what she wanted to happen. See, with Koko’s help, these were no ordinary bubbles. They were enchanted bubbles. Pop one and it would set off a chain reaction, every bubble in the room would burst, throwing their multicolored glitter on every surface in a yalm all directions around it. Glitter that would stick fast to anything it landed on. 

Sure enough a moment later she heard a series of pops and a pair of surprised shrieks as the glitter bombs exploded. She started to laugh and felt Ruffles’ hand on her face, muffling the sound. She looked up at her husband as the sound of curses came through the door. 

He shook his head, “I still think glitter was a step too far, love. That shite is the worst.” 

Cobi pushed his hand away from her face and grinned, “of course it is but this is magic glitter. Koko promised it would be impossible to clean up but would also disappear after about 12 hours.”

Ruffles frowned, “and you trust that little chaos monster?” He had learned first hand after a few assignments with the energetic woman that where Koko went peace rarely followed. Chaos Monster had been an affectionate, and appropriate, nickname for her ever since. 

Thinking about it for a moment, Cobi bit her lip and had to admit that not testing the glitter herself beforehand had probably been an oversight. “Perhaps it would be a good time to take a trip to Costa del Sol, just in case.”

[fourseasonsfigs]

Tom Ford Snowglobe

Something new for the blog - our first (but definitely not the last) snowglobe!

(Side note, turns out snowglobes are HARD to photograph! They pick up reflections off all the windows and lights in the room, so I took these two boys on several grand tours around the house in an effort to find a suitable space. You all deserve better than a plain drywall backdrop, so this here is the gift box for the SHL concertgoers, which I picked up on Xianyu)

The figures in this snowglobe are so delicately colored they look washed out in photographs, despite my best yet still clumsy photo-tweaking efforts. They are a slightly softer pastel take on these Tom Ford outfits:

The dramatic background at the shoots does a lot to enhance the clothing color (she says in a blasé attempt to pretend there's even a reason to keep posting event pictures).

We really should see these outfits against a plain color backdrop. For reasons. Color science reasons.

Ok, I feel appropriately scientific. Back to the snowglobe.

Right. So less saturated color in this globe here, but sweet and soft.

Those are the lipsticks on their groundbreaking single non-competing link displayed next to them on the snowglobe ground. I didn't know until I got into this fandom that actors and actresses in Chinese entertainment always competed head to head in sales links, no matter how close they were in real life. Go figure these two would be the first to partner up and share sales ❤️

When I was uploading this picture I gasped and zoomed in immediately on the lower base band there. Fret not, gentle readers (and gentle writer), that's not a crack on the base there, it's just a ridge in the paint. Whew!

It's true though, international shipping for snowglobes is an exercise in Zen. It's just going to be what it's going to be, even with styrofoam packing and bubble wrap. I've been lucky so far, but it would be a long way to travel to end up drained of water, or worse - in shards (along with the shards of my broken heart)!

CUTE with Junjun's hand reaching out to escort him! (pulls up blurry event pic for the x100th time)

Ahhh I love it. I love it so much only emojis can properly express the emotions in my heart:

❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️

Their symbolic stars and moons on the base here are very sweet, and their height difference never fails to make me smile. Google Translate failed me on the inscription - I'm assuming this is a quite poetic and lovely musing on love instead of the machine translated hodgepodge it gave me.

Not much to see on the top down angle here. Now, it wouldn't be a snowglobe without seeing it in action:

I hypnotize myself a little every time I watch that. I should put it to restful music, might be a good cure for insomnia!

Speaking of the lipstick, it would be in poor form to leave you without the actual advertising photos:

Material: Glass and...resin?

Fig Count: Well now that's a good question. There are figs in there in the water, but do they count towards the fig count? They certainly take up enough real estate to count for 2 figs. Hmmm. But if we're going to get technical (and where else to get technical other than a niche blog about niche merch?), I suppose the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. Alright! We're still at 28.

Diorama Count: 3

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: Lipstick of loooooooove 😘😘

P.S. You've stuck around this long...surely you want to see one of my all time favorite pictures?

For Color Science? Posterity? The future of all humanity?

That's right you do!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[heavenbarnes]

PLEASE STAND BY: The times they are a-changin’

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, oral sex (f!receiving), sex toys, fingering, a lil bit of 60s gender roles

Word Count: 2.6k

i hope i’m conveying how the aspects of sex change with the decade? i also hope you’re enjoying these as much as i am! lets get weird x

MASTERLIST

Kissing James on the cheek and waving him off down the driveway was just how you started your days. Sometimes it felt like you began existing the moment your lips touched his skin, and then you were waiting for your next move.

Waiting for her to need you.

To say you were pleased when Wanda phoned you up, that would be an understatement. Your heart had jolted a bit, just stoked to hear from her. The clip in her voice had put you back a bit, she sounded anxious, needing you round at her place as soon as you could.

You’d been folding clothes on the couch but dropped them in an instant, immediately gathering yourself and heading a couple clicks down the street, stood on the Vision’s porch with knuckles wrapping against the tall door.

The moment those wide eyes greeted you, it was hard to match her nervous energy. There was something about being close to her, it was like something took over your senses and you just felt right. You felt like you two were always meant to be close.

“What’s up, buttercup?” You asked, stepping over the threshold. 

Leaving your pumps by the front door, you let your stockinged feet enjoy their plush shag carpet. Mentally, you made note to tell your husband that you needed to get onto this new decorating fad.

Wanda snapped you from your thoughts by directing your attention to the fabric clutched in her hands. “Oh, love!” She sighed with the perfect dramatics. “It’s a disaster.”

Dropping your purse on the loveseat, you came closer and let the sequined fabric sift through your fingers. A sweet little leotard, shiny and eye-catching, with-oh!

With a sizeable rip trailing up the side of the zipper.

“Vis and I are meant to be impressing the town with our act, I can’t go out looking like this!”

You eyed up the tiny outfit, tilting your head with a scrunch of your nose. “If I saw you on stage in this little number, I’d be more than impressed.”

Wanda’s mouth dropped in a gasp, hand coming up to give your arm a playful smack whilst she was at it. The moment you saw the smile creep onto her features, you knew you’d hit your mark, she was cooling it just a little.

“Good thing I am a wizard with a sewing needle!” You handed the garment back to her. “Put this on and let me have a crack at it.”

As she rushed off to the bedroom, you fished around your purse for a moment. Somehow, you had managed to leave a tray of sewing supplies in the bottom of it, with what seemed to be the perfect color of thread. You readied the needle, waiting on the arm of the couch as you heard her fluffing about in the bedroom.

She called your name in a sing-song voice. “You ready?”

“Yes, Wanda!” You called back, darting your head up as she entered.

The needle you’d rested between your teeth dropped into your palm as your mouth flopped like a carp, the sight before you too good to believe.

“Shut that, you’ll catch flies.” She teased, long legs striding towards you that you couldn’t tear your eyes from.

“Vision is really going to let you out in front of the town looking that good? Hope he can put up a good fight!”

You spun her around as she just shook her head at you, allowing you to pull at the fabric splayed across her back. Pinching it carefully as not to accidentally stick her with a pin, you gently began to thread the material back together. Wanda sung gently to the sweet melody that played from the radio.

Unchained melody, to be precise, before you knew it your head was swaying in time to the sweetest sounds.

Crouching slightly, the mini-dress you’d chosen this morning might’ve been a pretty sight, but it wasn’t one for movement. Hiking it even further up your thighs, you bopped down to get eye-line with the tear in the fabric. 

Strange as it might seem, this was your bliss, Wanda singing quietly and your hands on her waist with no questions asked. You might’ve taken a tad longer than normal to stitch away, but you were relishing your time. Thinking on it, the song seemed longer than you remembered but as long as Wanda was singing, you didn’t mind.

Once the tear was closed, you broke the thread and gently ran your hands down Wanda’s shoulder blades. “All done! Just be careful when you get out of the thing.”

Tossing you a look back over her shoulder, her eyes cast you up and down. “Will you come give me a hand.”

You might’ve swallowed hard, but you certainly agreed, nodding your head quickly as you followed her into the bedroom. The hanger was laid out on the bed in wait as you carefully drew down the zipper.

It was like all the air was sucked out of the room, the only sound of the Righteous Brothers still crooning away on the radio beside the bed. Wanda shimmied slightly as you brought the fabric off of her with the steadiest your hands could manage. It wasn’t your fault she made you shake, she was a fox, she knew it and so did you.

Once she drew her legs out of it, you reached for the hanger, slotting the straps onto it and putting it up in the wardrobe ready for the performance. To show your manners, you placed your hand over your eyes as you turned back to face her. 

Hearing her chuckle, you shot her a goofy little grin, not expecting to feel her delicate fingers wrap around your wrist. Slowly and slightly tugging, she brought your hand down with her own. Breath caught in your throat, your eyes widened on their own account as you took her in.

“You can look, sweets,” The sound of her voice nearly knocking you out. “I want you to look.”

You didn’t know where the confidence came from, all you knew was the feeling of launching towards her. Your hands wrapped around her jaw, pulling her mouth against your own as her own fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt. You moved your grasp down until your palms were against the bare skin of her sides.

Head spinning with the overwhelming feeling of...her. For all you’d thought of this, every time you were near her your head would fill with the filthiest thoughts, you couldn’t believe you were finally getting your hands on her.

Her lips tasted sweet, they felt like a summer holiday you’d dreamt to recreate. Wanda was so all-consuming, the way she moved against you, moved for you it was all so perfect and so very much a testament to who she was. Maybe without her knowing, she revealed herself in the way she held you, the way she let you in.

She made quick work of the Mary-Quant-number you were itching to get out of, flinging garments around the room until you were both left as naked as the days you were born. Backing her up to the plush mattress, you lay her back against it, inching up slowly till you were between those long legs.

“Oh boy,” You sighed, manicured fingernails gently trailing up her. “You’re gonna’ drive me wild.”

Wanda giggled, the sound trailing off and becoming entwined with the music still filling the room, her hands came to rest against your cheeks. Grasping her thighs, you lifted them over your shoulders till you were face to face with the object of desires.

You could hardly control yourself, immediately wrapping your lips around her and earning yourself a pretty little cry straight from her lips. Fingers wrapping around your head and pulling you in, you moaned just a tad against her as your lips gently captured the tiny bundle of nerves.

There was no doubt, you would let your jaw go numb and your tongue fall off if it meant you could lay here and draw these sounds out of Wanda for the rest of your days. Her gentle whimpers and moans were like liquid honey, dripping across everything and leaving it all just that bit sweeter.

You felt her shuffling above you but paid it no mind, your eyes closed as you savored the pretty taste that only she could come out with. In a moment, she was tapping you gently, pushing something into your hands.

Lifting your head, you studied the peculiar thing that Wanda had given you. Bright yellow and shaped like a large lipstick, you screwed your nose up at it before it struck you. You’d heard about these things but never thought you needed one, you must say, James knew a thing or two.

“Vis not doing it for you any longer?” It was certainly tongue and cheek, it earnt you a gentle smack.

“Of course not, it’s just Dotty had a party and was selling these.” Her cheeks were already flaming. “Practically made me take one!”

“Oh, I’m sure she had you under mind control!”

Nevertheless, you turned it on and the powerful vibrations came through, enough to shake your hand a little. Keeping eye contact with Wanda, you lay the electric-banana against her, watching her whole body mellow out into the bed.

A dirty smile overtook your features, you could get behind these kinds of things if this is what they turned her into. Wanda’s hips rolled up and her mouth dropped with a heady moan, one of the most exquisite things you’d ever heard. It was enough to have you rubbing your own thighs together.

Licking a stripe up two of your fingers, you brought them to her entrance, gently pressing them in as she rolled against the natural motion. She was tight, gripping you almost instantly as you eased your way in. Crooking your fingers up, her hands came to your no-longer-neat hairdo, tugging on it as the feelings took over her.

Working both the gadget and your fingers in time together, Wanda’s whole body was reacting beneath you. Her back arched from the bed, toes curled against your shoulder blades. Soon her hands left your hair, coming to her breasts to tweak against them, sweet cries and whimpers still harmonizing with the radio.

Pressing the toy against her further, quirking your fingers forward, Wanda nearly screamed as her pleasure peaked and crumbled apart. Her body was visibly losing all tension as she felt apart beneath you. Turning off the toy and tossing it to the bed, you replaced it with your mouth to see her through her pleasure. The most luscious sounds of your name fell from her, obviously the only thing on her mind as she came apart and came back down to earth.

Passing her a robe, you let her cover herself as you did the same, fruitless attempts to fix your hair in the mirror before you made your way out. Both smiling at one another, she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, leaning her forehead against your own as the radio started the same song over again.

“Hmm, this station sure loves Unchained Melody.” You laughed, Wanda chuckled quietly against you.

“Mmm,” She hummed, nipping your lips again. “They sure do.”

“I could do this, could do you all day, but I need to get going.” You sighed, unwilling to pull yourself away from her.

The static from the radio caught you both, choppy waves of sound overlapping one another and warping the Righteous Brother’s tunes. Prepared to leave it be, you cupped Wanda’s jaw for another sweet peck but stopped yourself short.

“Wanda-” Your eyes shot up to meet hers. “Wanda, do you copy?”

Slowly, you both turned your heads to watch the radio, brows furrowing in confusion at the signal intrusion. “Wanda, you don’t have to do this.”

Your body stiffened, skin prickled cold at the sound filling the room. Wanda didn’t react the same, she seemed to be overcome with a feeling of discontent. You dropped your hold to her arms, gently turning to look to her for explanation.

“Are you hearing this-”

Wanda shook her head, sighing deeply as her gaze stayed fixed on the radio. “Enough, I’ve had enough.”

“I could do this, could do you all day, but I need to get going.” You sighed, unwilling to pull yourself away from her.

Wanda gave you another sweet kiss, but still allowed you to step away and find your purse and shoes. As you were straightening yourself out a tad, the door swung open, Vision returning home from work.

“Ah, what a lovely surprise.” He smiled at you, hanging up his jacket. “So pleased you two have each other, nothing more dangerous than a bored housewife!”

You and Wanda quickly caught each other’s eye, both giving up a keen wink as Wanda opened her mouth with a smirk. “You have no idea.”

“I apologize, Vision, I am just leaving! If you’re home, my James must be too.” Offering them both a wave goodbye, you hurried back up the street to your husband.

Laying two plates of meatloaf on the dining table, James smiled sweetly as he began to cut into it. “And how was your day?”

“Good, thank you,” You smiled, taking one bite of the meal. “Spent it with Wanda, yours?”

James too took a single bite of his dinner, crossing his cutlery and pushing the plate back up the table. “Very busy, lots of things to do, but it was good.”

You pushed away your plate, taking a sip from your wine glass as you smiled at him. James reached across the table, fingers grasping your own gently as he squeezed your hand. Looking into his eyes, he’d never looked so lovely, he’d never looked more like your whole world-

Both of your heads whipped to the door, the sound of a thump from outside drawing your attention. Frowning at one another, you both stood and walked to the window. James stayed behind you, hands gently grasping your waist as you both tried to scout out the source of the sound.

Walking down to the sidewalk, that’s when you saw it. Emerging from the sewer grate in the center of your street was a man, a bee-keeper to be precise. James held you just a bit tighter, pulling you closer into his front as you both studied the peculiar sight.

You didn’t know what caused you to cast your gaze up the street, but you were met with the Vision’s, his expression matching your own in a tinge of fear. You saw Wanda straighten up, her lips pursed as if she was making a conscious decision. “No.”

You pushed away your plate, also, taking a sip from your wine glass as you smiled at him. James reached across the table, picking up your dinner plate with his own to clear the table. “Time to hit the hay?”

Laying beside him in your plush bed, you reached across, gently brushing some of his hair back behind his ear. He opened his eyes, looking to you with that kind smile that’d made you once fall in love, and that was when you saw it.

“James,” You cooed, leaning in till you were nose to nose. “You have the most beautiful blue eyes.”

-

“Now, I may be jumping the gun here but you ever notice the way the scenes never last when it’s just Bucky and 19 together?”

The screen glowed bright in those technicolor strips, signaling the end of the broadcast. 

“She could spend a whole day with Wanda, doing nothing just chatting on the sofa together, but get her alone with Bucky and suddenly the scene wants to reset itself.”

The transmission crackled, the waves chopping just slightly, still those letters lay bold across the screen.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

[todorokiwhore]

Impatient

Pairing: female!reader x Todoroki Shouto

Contents: Aged up, alcohol, semi-public sex, safe sex, orgasm denial (just a little), mirror sex

Word count: 1,935

Impatient Collab Masterlist hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting

A/N: I like to think Shouto gains some confidence and teases in relationships when he gets older. Also this is the first fic I’ve written in a long while but i hope y’all like it~

'I'm surprised there's so many people here,' you muse to yourself. When Mina invited you to a party at Katsuki's house, you had half expected it to just be your old classmates from UA. There were enough people here that you two opted to stand near one of the open windows, the breeze nice and cool.

Mina pushes another drink into your hand, yelling to be heard over the music, "Y/N, where's Ochako? I haven't seen her all night!" You're about to answer when you feel someone lean in close behind you. You turn to see Shouto, his hair tickling your cheek as he says back, "With Midoriya, obviously," and points by the door to the kitchen.

Seeing Izuku and Ochako practically down each other's throats, leaning against the doorframe without a care of where they were, made you suddenly aware of Shouto's body close behind you. As he rests his chin on your shoulder, out of the corner of your eye, you can see his one grey eye looking at you, his arms circling your waist. “What’s wrong, babe?” he says right in your ear, his cool breath tickling your neck. 

"Shou! When did you get here?" You turn in his hold to meet his mismatched eyes, giving him a kiss in greeting.

"Just got here with Iida," he murmurs against your lips. He leans back a bit to look you up and down, then smiles, "You look beautiful." You feel your cheeks heat up as you smooth your hands down your favorite skirt, "T-Thank you." You take a second to look him over and you have to swallow thickly. 'Holy shit.'

He's wearing the dark blue button up shirt you adore, the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Paired with his white dress pants and his messy red and white hair, he looks breathtaking. Shouto smirks at your reaction as he excuses himself to go get a drink.

Mina nudges your shoulder gently, "Go with him, Y/N. A man that good looking, you probably shouldn't leave him by himself." You shook your head at your friend with a smile, downed the rest of your drink, and went after him anyway.

You caught up to him at the stairs, took his hand and pouted, "Hey, you didn't give me a chance to compliment you back."  He smiles back at you and cocks his head, "But I already know what you'd say." He turns and pulls you against him, lips a breath away from touching your ear.

Shouto brushes his lips against the hollow beneath your ear, making you shiver, "I know you love this shirt on me, especially when you're completely naked while i have all my clothes on, fucking you silly until all you can think about is me."

You press your lips to his for the first time tonight, the warmth in your body making you seek him out desperately. Your hands clutch the front of his shirt as you moan into his mouth, holding him to you as close as you can. One hand drops to tug his shirt free from his pants, and you run your fingers over the revealed skin above his pantline. You whine needily into his mouth, "Shou...please fuck me..."

Shouto leans back slightly, eyes widened in surprise, "Really? You wanna have sex... here? Now??" You nod and press yourself to his front, "Yes. Now." He stays quiet for a few seconds, you feel his head move from one side to the other, then he takes hold of your hand and you both move through the party to the other side of the staircase where the downstairs bathroom is.

As soon as he closes the door and locks it, you turn him around to press his back against the door and latch onto his collarbone peeking out from behind his shirt. Shouto closes his eyes and leans his head back to the door as you move to his neck, pressing kisses into his skin. "Y/N, wait," he groans and gently pushes you back a step. He continues walking you back until he suddenly lifts you onto the counter, bringing his hand up to brush your cheek gently.

"I want to eat you out first, but you have to be quiet. Can you be a good girl for me?" You bite your lip and nod, leaning back onto your hands. You watch Shouto sink to the floor in front of you, his hands tracing the skin of your thighs. His hands part your thighs a little more and he lightly runs his fingertip over the damp spot on your panties teasingly. Shouto smirks as you whine and squirm, pressing a little harder where he knows your clit is. His eyes flick up to your face, his smile going soft, "Beautiful..."

He takes pity on you and finally slips his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down off your legs and stuffing them in his pocket. Then he leans in, licking a fat stripe up your pussy that makes you moan and clench your fists. He tuts lowly, shaking his head, "You have to be quiet, my love. There are people on the other side of the door. You don't want them to hear the pretty noises you make for me, do you?" You pant and swallow, relaxing your hands, "No, I don't....keep going please."

Shouto smiles and murmurs, "Good girl," before he focuses on your clit, rubbing wide circles around it with his tongue. He feels your thighs tense on either side of his head when he sucks the sensitive nub, your lower lip caught in between your teeth to stop yourself from crying out. As he alternates rubbing circles around and on your clit, you feel the heat in your belly building, rapidly approaching the edge of your orgasm. You clench your fists and let out a high-pitched, "Fuck..."

Just as you think you're about to fall, Shouto leans back away from you, making you whine in protest. You open your eyes to see him stand up, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before he reaches out to kiss you hard, the taste of your wetness in his mouth. He groans and rests his hands on your hips as you reach up to thread your fingers into his dual colored hair. You break the kiss to breathe, resting your forehead against his for a few moments.

"Y/N, bend over for me," he says against your lips, giving you one more kiss before he steps back, hands undoing the buttons on his shirt. As the shirt comes open, you see fading hickeys that you've left other times across his torso. Your mouth waters and you lean forward to kiss just under his collarbone, running your hands up his chest. You feel Shouto's chest rumble as he chuckles, gently turning you in his arms.

You lean forward, resting your hands on the counter and you hear Shouto fumbling with his belt buckle. You lift the end of your skirt up higher and you see Shouto in the mirror behind you, his eyes staring at your ass intensely. You shift a little, uncomfortable, "What?" He gently caresses your ass, then leans forward to press kisses to your neck. He nuzzles the nape of your hair, inhaling the smell of you, "Nothing, you're just…. beautiful."

Your cheeks heat up and you feel the blunt head of Shouto's cock rub up and down your slit. You close your eyes to revel in the feeling, but when the head slips in just a bit, your hand flies to his chest to keep him from going further.

"Wait! Shou, do you…"

"Yes, right here," he interrupts, answering your unfinished question by waving a foil packet at you in the mirror. He takes a second to put the condom on, then he takes one of your legs and puts your knee on the counter, pushing slightly on your lower back. You feel his cockhead at your entrance again, but this time he pushes into you slowly, letting you enjoy the feeling of your pussy stretching around him. You let out the breathiest of moans and watch his face in the mirror, the fucked out expression on his face making you clench around him.

He groans, pulls back a little and thrusts in more, bottoming out against your ass. "Fuck, you always take me so well baby," he says with clenched teeth, holding himself still. A couple of moments go by before you press yourself backward with a whine, urging him to fuck you. He complies and sets a steady rhythm, the drag of his cock inside you makes your eyes roll back into your head. Shouto moves your hair to the side and presses kisses on your neck and shoulder, the sensation making you mewl. He shifts his hips and the change in angle forces you to bite your lip or you'll let out a loud moan. 

He takes hold of your shoulders and holds your body upright against his, the new position making him brush that spot inside that makes you see stars. You gasp and he covers your mouth with his hand, the other one snaking under your top and bra to tweak a nipple. He thrusts into you harder and you watch your body in the mirror move along with him, completely at his mercy. He lets out a deep, low moan right in your ear as his thrusts get faster, desperately chasing his orgasm.

The simmering in your belly built up fast again from being denied already, you were almost there. His hand came out from under your shirt to tug the neckline to one side, leaving room for his teeth to sink into your skin painfully. This made the fragile coil in your stomach snap, sending you tumbling into the high of your orgasm. Shouto fought to keep thrusting into your spasming heat two, three times before he ground his hips into you, emptying himself into the condom.

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You could feel him trembling, or was it you (?), so you rubbed small circles with your thumb on his forearm that was still holding you to him.

"You okay, baby?" you ask as you kiss the edge of his jaw. Shouto lets out an airy laugh and kisses you back lazily, "Yeah, yeah, I'm good." He finally peels himself off you, helps to steady you and throws away the condom as you fix your clothes. As you're smoothing down your hair, you see him looking at you fondly by his reflection. You turn and help him button up his shirt, "Y'know, you probably shouldn't wear this shirt to parties with me. I already associate it with sex, it'd just distract me and make me want to do this in maybe less ideal places."

"Less ideal than Bakugo and Midoriya's house?" Shouto asks with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Besides, I kind of like riling you up, maybe next time…" he pauses and claims your lips in an intense kiss that makes your head spin. He pulls back to let you meet his heterochromatic eyes, a thumb grazing over your cheek, "...I'll just let you pine for me. Leave you wanting. How does that sound?"

Your face flushes and you try to formulate a response, but nothing comes out. He chuckles at you and takes you by the hand, heading back out into the party.

[potter-imagines]

Smoking 🍃 w/ Your Boyfriend Fred Weasley...

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader  Prompt: Thought this was an interesting idea since I think we can all agree the Weasley Twins were def dealers lol

 (I’m still on vacation I just had this one in my drafts so I finished it up)

Warning: mature, sexual, weed, smoking, swearing, probs more.  If mentions of drugs makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like it, don’t read this please! as implied by the title, this is literally all about what smoking with Fred Weasley would include 

-      Okay lets face it

-       Everyone and their owls know Fred and George Weasley were the best, most trusted, ‘flower’ dealers in Hogwarts 🍃🍃

-       You knew this before you started dating Fred

-       It just came as a bonus after getting together

-       Fred and George are almost always a little high

-       They sell carts, wax, edibles and flower

-       Like they’ve got it all, and the best quality

-      Their edibles are only for the brave; half the time you get an out of this world high, and other times, your skin is bright pink for a week from their trick

-       Lee Jordan also helps them with sales, the three of them are by far the biggest stoners in your year- probably in the whole castle

-       Seeing as most Slytherins’ did lines in the bathroom and in their dorms, Fred and George hardly sold to Slytherins

-       Most of the money the twins make goes towards saving for their dream joke shop

-       But Fred loves to buy you gifts when he has the chance

-       Like flowers, a bracelet, butterbeer, candies, books, etc.

-       He adores spoiling you

-       Fred never makes you pay if you wanna pick up from him

-       But he usually prefers you smoke with him or him and George

-       “You’re just so adorable when you’re high, sweetheart, I don’t wanna miss a thing. Plus, I’m scared you’ll tweak like a minx if you’re alone.”

-       Munchies galore

-       You guys will smoke late at night in their dorm with Lee

-       George is the designated snack man and will sneak into the kitchen before your smoke session

-       Lee shoves towels under the door and closes the vents

-       You would probably be the one enchanting the room so the smell doesn’t get out, but Fred really couldn’t care if anyone smelled it

-       You’ll usually smoke out the window, then trudge over to Fred’s bed and plop onto of him

-       “Jeeze, I think someone took one too many hits.”

-       Fred, George, and Lee will mess around, laughing loudly as they pass a blunt amongst the group

-       If it’s your first few times smoking, you’d probably just sit in Fred’s lap on the ground, staring off at the floor

-       Fred loves to tease you when you’re high

-       “Earth to Y/n- come back to us please.”

-       “Lovie, you’re eyes, they’re bloodshot as hell!”

-       Lots of kisses

-       You guys don’t make out too much after smoking as it’s nearly impossible for the both of you

-       Dry mouth is a bitch

-       Fred is vvv handsy when high

-       Like he needs to be touching your skin somehow

-       Whether he places you on his lap with his arms around you

-       Or laying together in his bed

-       Or holding hands on your walk back to the castle after smoking in the forest

-       Likes to pinch your butt when you’re walking up the stairs

-       He doesn’t really like when you’re high in public

-       He can tell when you’re nervous and start getting fidgety, so he’ll ask you to go on a walk with him to calm you down

“Angel, let’s go to the lake, yeah? Think you could use some fresh air, love.”

-       Fred will help you if you’re using a bong

-       “Here, love, just breathe it in until I tell you to stop and I’ll lift the top.”

-       COUGHING IN A SIN IN THEIR DORM

-       Whoever coughs first is labeled as a ‘little bitch’ according to George

-       Fred scolds Lee and George when they try to make fun of you for coughing

-       Like will murder them with his eyes and slap ts out of George’s arm

-       “Leave her alone… you know she doesn’t smoke as much as us… it’s completely normal, darling.” “Merlin’s sake, Fred. We’re just teasing her, mate. I think you could use the hit next him, maybe it’ll calm your hormones.”

-       George and you will have heated life debates

-       “No, George! Dinosaurs were here before people!” “That is not true, Y/n. Humans ruled the earth before those vicious stompers came roaming about. The dinosaurs- or should I say dinomurders- they killed all of humanity! They stomped on them, trapped the kids in those jeeps trying to eat them and ruined the kid’s fun and made destroyed the theme park-“ “George… that’s Jurassic Parks. It’s a fucking movie, you git.”

-       Fred likes to wrap his Gryffindor tie around your head and putting his sweaters over you “Aw, you look so cute, darling. I love seeing you in my clothes but my favorite thing is seeing you with nothing on at all.” “Fred! You can’t say that in front of George and Lee-“ “Oh believe me, Y/n. We sleep only feet away from you two- we’ve heard a lot worse. A lot worse.”

-       You guys will just lay around laughing for most of the night

-       You favorite times were when Fred and George would start talking about their childhood and sharing hilarious stories

-       George likes to mess with Fred when he’s high

-       For example

-       He’ll throw his arm around you and lazily lean into your side

-       Fred would watch closely from only a few feet away

-       George would then whisper into your ear, causing giggles to erupt from your chest

-       Which makes Fred jerk in annoyance

-       The weed didn’t help control his jealous- it magnified it if anything

-       Typically, he wouldn’t care since he knew George and you were extremely close friends

-       But Fred always got a little more… horny and possessive when the weed hit his bloodstream

-       Fred would pout until you noticed him and would comfort him

-       “Freddie, what’s wrong, bubba? You look so sad, aww.”

-       His jealously would diminish the second you moved away from George to his side

-       He loves when you hold his hand

-       Your favorite thing to do when high is play with his red, vibrant hair or when he would stroke and pet yours

-       Fred likes to attempt a braid in your hair

-       But he just ends up twisting two strands of hair in a coil then wrapped your black hair tie at the end

-       The gleeful, proud look on his face afterwards melted your heart so much you couldn’t tell him he failed miserably at a braid

-       You guys will place bets on who will slump first

-       It’s usually you or George

-       Fred and Lee will stay up until morning talking about life, school, quidditch, life goals, and anything else

-       Nights that you did get high with Fred in his dorm, he’d always insist that you sleep in his bed

-       He didn’t like taking the risk of you walking alone to your dorm room and risk getting caught

-       The last thing he wanted was you in trouble when he could’ve prevented it

-       You guys like to sneak into the kitchen after hours and make edibles together

-      Preferably marshmallow bar edibles or cookies

-       You liked to bring things with you for your smoke sessions with the twins

-       Like coloring books

-       A blanket, since Fred only sleeps with two which just seems criminal

-       A water bottle !!! this is a must

-       And some vanilla cherry Chapstick, Fred’s favorite

-       Fred’s favorite spot to smoke in along the Black Lake at night

-       Coming here with Fred will usually end with the both of you swimming in the lake

-       Whether it’s because he pushed you, you pushed him, or it was decided in the moment mutually that midnight was the perfect time for a swim

-      You liked smoking out by the lake as it was relaxing and fun with Fred

-       But you much preferred his dorm- it was the safest option by far

-       Fred loves getting high alone with you

-       Typically in his room as your roommates didn’t want people constantly in and out of the room as where Fred, George, and Lee were used to it

-       They made a handful of sales from their dorm room

-       Like a sinful amount 

-       It was by far the easiest way

-       Fred would light some candles before you arrived

-       A variety of sweets and snacks were sprawled against his bed

-        And warm fuzzy socks laid out for you 

-       He’d pack the bowl, then open the window

-       A blanket was thrown across the ledge so you could sit more comfortably

-       “What a gentleman!”

-       After smoking, Fred would carry you back to his bed

-       Most nights, you guys would just cuddle and whisper to each other

-       Fred never misses an opportunity to kiss you

-       On your lips

-       Forehead

-       Cheek

-       Nose

-       Neck (which will usually lead to something else with this boy)

-       Anywhere

-       Continuously giggling all night

-       Fred and you share your high thoughts

-       “But, just hear me out here. Is there another word for synonym?”

-       “Babe, who do you think came up with the alphabet? And how the fuck did they put the alphabet shit in alphabetical order.” “Darling, I am way too baked to even remember what fucking goes in an alphabet.”

-       High sex

-       Fred makes you feel so comfortable

-      Compliments you profusely 

-       Lot of laughing

-       He lovesssss going down on you when you’re both baked

-       Cause you make the cutest little noises, euphoria taking over your sense

-       He can stay down there for hours just basking in your sweet moans

-   ��   Favorite is missionary so he can see every reaction gracing your face

-       Is only brave enough to try new sex adventures when he’s either high or drunk

-       Discovers that you both very much so enjoy his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you

-       And when you get on top

-       His touchy side comes out the most in these moments

-       Sloppy sex

-       But still vvvv fulfilling and pleasurable

-       He’ll whisper in your ear as his pace quickens

-       “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. So pure but so dirty just for me.”  

-       “Merlin, you’re bloody breathtaking with my fingers in your mouth, angel.”

-       “Freddie, you feel so good.”

-       You both finish within a matter of minutes, never lasting long when in this state

-       “…That was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever.” “Fred, lovie, you say that every time we have sex.”

“Cause it just keeps getting better and better!”

-       Cuddling for the rest of the night

-       Always making sure you’re dressed before George or Lee turn in for the night

-       Fred would fall asleep first when it was just the two of you

-       He talks in his sleep, nearly every hour he’d mutter something

-       In an odd way, you found it comforting

-       Especially when it’s your name he’s mumbling

-       Falling asleep in Fred’s arms

[boymeetsweevil]

Call me maybe

Grouping: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: ~6.59k

Warnings/Themes: Club meet-cute AU, 1% angst +99% suggestive fluff, (legal!) alcohol consumption, language, flirting anxiety(?)

Summary: It all started with a stupid drinking game...

A/N: this is the One Direction wattpad-style fanfic that's been haunting me for so long. beware of that and the fact that this is unedited hahaha...

“You know the rules, girls. Whoever wins this round of rock-paper-scissors is It.”

You and your three friends, warm and bubbly from 2 rounds of shots at this point in the evening, assume your battle stances and stick your hands into the center of your table. Four hands make a square over the scattered layer of empty decorative shot glasses from the bar in the club.

There’s an air of electric excitement that comes with this game, lovingly nicknamed Hunter-Gathering. Whoever is It gets a target and has to pursue that target in hopes of bringing ‘home’ free drinks for everyone the rest of the night. But no matter how attractive the target is, you can't ever bring them home.

“Wait, wait!” Lia chimes in. “I can’t be It this time. I did it twice already and my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Dani nods seriously. “Fair enough. That means the odds are upped for the rest of you.”

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that ass thing,” another friend, Alexa, looks around the table with confused eyes.

“Do you actually want me to give you the details?” Lia smiles slowly at her from across the table.

Alexa’s face brightens with her own smile, worry evaporated. “You know what? I don’t! Never mind.”

The game begins and somehow you find yourself the lone rock amongst two pairs of scissors. Alexa and Dani laugh with relief because they don’t have to put in any work tonight. You roll your eyes to the heavens and silently question your karma.

“Are you ready to pick your target?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” Dani grins.

She steps forward and grabs a clean face mask out of her clutch bag and wraps it around your eyes, careful not to muss your makeup or hair. Three pairs of hands rest on your shoulders and you let them spin you lightly around a few times. Not enough to get you dizzy but just enough to make sure you don’t know what direction you’re facing anymore.

“Alright,” Dani’s voice sounds out over the music of the club. “Take your pick!”

You stick your hand out blindly and someone unties the makeshift blindfold. Everyone follows the line your hand makes all the way to a tall figure standing by the side of the bar.

He’s probably the most handsome man any of you have seen in a while. There's an intimidating aura emanating from him. You figure it's the understated all-black outfit complete with the heinously expensive watch he's wearing and the sheer height of him as he towers over people near him at the bar.

“Oh my god,” Dani whispers as you all take in the stranger’s face.

“We can finally get top shelf vodka,” Alexa pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Not bad,” Lia hums in appreciation.

“Okay, why is everyone acting like I bagged him already?” Your voice grows high with nerves. “I'm pretty sure I have, like, a 2% chance of interesting him."

“What are you so worried about?” Dani crosses her arms at you. “Just do whatever you did to get those history nerds to help you out that one time."

"This is not the same thing. Those guys parted their hair 90/10 unironically and thought Diva Cups are for when you don't want to hold your pee when you stand in line for roller coasters."

"You're kidding," Lia gasps. You wish you were.

"Well, just pretend he's one of them anyway." Dani suggests, "Every guy is the same."

You can't argue with that logic.

“I mean, I can try flirting with him, but he’s probably so used to people throwing themselves at him. I don’t think anything I do would, like, make a dent, you know?”

“Babe, no. No—listen to me, okay?” Alexa takes you by the shoulders and forces you around so you can see how serious she is.

“Tonight is the last free night of vacation. After tonight, we have less than a day to get over our hangovers, pack up the Airbnb, and then catch our 6am flight back home to start the spring term. Our last night of freedom lies in your hands.”

“But, what if—”

“No ‘but’s. Do you see yourself? Do you see your skin in this fresh white two piece? Have you seen how your tits look in this off the shoulder top? That poor man doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lia murmurs her agreement in the background and Dani mentions something about fearing for the guy's soul. You think about the freakishly good pictures you all took in the stylish club bathroom when you first arrived.

“I see your point.”

You turn back toward the bar to review your target. He sips from a dark green bottle as he looks around at the people on the dance floor between your table and the bar. As he continues to scan the room, he locks eyes with you. You hold his gaze even though your instincts are screaming at you to duck for cover. Surprisingly, he gives a small smile and raises his bottle in salute.

"See, you got the hardest part down already. Just fake the rest until you make it."

You chance a look back in his direction only to catch him staring in the direction of the table. When he catches your gaze again, he whips his head away, cheeks tinging pink under the soft yellow lighting at the bar.

Alexa cackles and starts detailing all the drinks she wants made with the top shelf vodka. Lia and Dani discuss leaving early to go back and clean up the apartment so it’s clean in case you break the rules and bring this guy back for the night.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little fast?”

“Aren’t you moving a little slow,” Alexa counters.

“Hold on, Lex.” Dani turns to you. “You know you don’t actually have to do this if you don’t want to, right? Hunter-Gathering is just a game, there's no pressure.”

For all their poking and teasing, you're reminded right then and there that your friends would never put you in a situation where they thought you were actually at any risk. The weight you felt on your shoulders lightens somewhat.

“No, no, I definitely still want to play, I just don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.”

“I believe in you.”

Lia bumps shoulders with you quietly. She’s not the most affectionate, so you know she really means it.

“I’ll do my best.”

You let them tweak you a little bit, fixing stray hairs and wiping away smeared lip gloss and hiking up your skirt, giving you their drink orders, before you grab your purse and phone and push in your stool.

When you finally make it to the bar, he’s in the same spot as you first found him in. He spots you once you get close enough and naturally makes room for you. You set your bag on the bar countertop before hopping up on the empty stool immediately in front of him. The movement causes your skirt to ride up even more and you’re glad you only let Lia hike it up one inch instead of three.

Dani's advice about treating this guy like any other scrub from school reverbs in the back of your head right as the nerves start to set in. With the guys in your art history class, your grade was on the line. There was no room for hesitation when you could barely draw a stick figure, much less write an essay analyzing what an old painting style could tell you about the dairy economy in a certain town like some of your classmates were doing. It was because you were desperate that you were suddenly able to transform into a femme fatale. It also helped that these guys quivered at any interaction with an adult woman.

Tonight's drinks are on the line, you tell yourself. As best you can, you try to trick yourself into entering the same mindset you were in when you would lay on the charm extra thick for the art history guys.

You let the corner of your mouth lift up in a coy smile while you survey the bar. The bartender is moving back and forth quickly to handle the high demand. A second later the girl next to you leaves her spot with a tray of 8 bright pink drinks, practically glowing in the dark. You wonder briefly if you should try to get a round of those for the table.

“—one of those before?”

His voice is deep and pleasant. When you give him a look over your shoulder, you have to suppress a gasp. Up close he's even more handsome. You really have your work cut out for you.

“What?"

"That neon pink drink," he nods back in the direction of the girl who'd taken the cotton candy pink drinks with her. "I was wondering if you'd tried them before."

“No, I haven’t,” you smile, letting your lips part slowly. His eyes dart from your painted eyes to the colored stretch of your mouth and then quickly back up. “Have you?”

“No. But I like to try new things.”

You purse your lips as if in thought, something you've seen other girls do while flirting with guys at school. “You must be pretty unpredictable, then.”

“Huh? Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He stammers a bit and nearly drops his beer bottle trying and failing to put it down. All the intimidation you felt coming from him earlier seems to have disappeared.

“I was just kidding.”

Like it has a mind of its own, your hand reaches out to rest on his arm reassuringly while you continue to laugh at him. His features clear up then and a relieved smile blooms on his face, bringing out an adorable dimple with it.

“You’re teasing me,” he realizes with a good natured huff and steps into your touch.

“You seem kinda fun to tease.” You let your hand linger a little longer before finally pulling it back.

“It’s kinda fun. You're pretty good at it.”

Oddly enough, this isn't as difficult for you as you thought it was going to be. In fact, you find yourself naturally tilting your head and fixing him with an intrigued look from under your lashes. He takes the opportunity to look you over as well, a small smile on his lips.

The personal attention does make you a little nervous despite the fact that it’s positive. So you dig in your purse to avoid looking directly at him for too long and to give your hands something to do. You brush up against a tube of lip gloss, pull it out, and reapply some to your lips.

You look back at him when you realize he’s grown quiet, only to find him following the movements of the gloss brush tracing the curve of your lips, cheeks dusted pink and eyes half-closed like he's in some sort of trance.

Experimentally you press your lips together and then purse them to make sure the gloss is distributed evenly. The man doesn't blink once. Suddenly, all his expensive apparel and large stature aren’t so intimidating.

"Is there something on my face," you smirk.

He slow blinks down at your mouth twice before realizing you're speaking again. His eyes grow wide and he raises a ringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. The movement rustles the hair covering his ears, revealing their pink tips. Cute.

"Just looking."

You laugh a little at him again. He marvels at the way the club lighting dances around in your glossy smile.

"So, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Well...it's the first time me and my friends have come here."

"I see." He pivots to face you and leans his closest elbow on the counter of the bar. "Are you guys new to the area?"

"You could say that, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow when you don’t elaborate. Without looking away, he raises his hand to signal to the bartender that he wants another drink. When the bartender runs right over, you realize this guy actually might be a big deal. Silently you pull your card out of your wallet as the bartender makes their way over. You figure you’ll have to spend some money before you can really ask someone like him to buy drinks for your table.

"What'll it be,” the bartender asks.

"Two of those pink drinks please," he says and before you can place any order the bartender zooms away.

While the bartender starts preparing the drinks, you turn toward him.

"Who said I wanted the pink drink?"

He grins down at you, a dimple now popping up in each cheek. "Who said it's for you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for me."

"And what makes you so sure?" He takes a step closer to you.

"Just a hunch," you hum before crossing your legs.

The white fabric of your skirt hikes up your thighs again with the movement. You smooth your palms over the soft material.

"Nice skirt."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it," he admits quietly.

"And the top?" You gesture toward the pair of straps on the matching tube top, manicured nails gliding over your décolletage. He wets his lips.

"The top too."

He reaches out one large hand to one of the straps that have fallen over your shoulder. The drag of his fingers against your bare arm as he fixes it makes you shiver. You lament the loss of contact when pulls his hand back.

The bartender arrives with your drinks then, startling the both of you out of the little staring competition that had spontaneously started. The pink drink seems to glow from within, topped with whipped cream and full of little round ice cubes made from some sort of darker rose syrup floating in the liquid like lava in a lava lamp. The color barely prepares you for the thick sweetness that floods your mouth on the first sip.

"Oh, that's kinda..."

He huffs a laugh around his own first swallow and nods in agreement.

"Not what you wanted?"

"It's just really sweet. You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s alright. But—"

The way he cuts himself off has you confused for a moment before he's reaching towards you cautiously. You're not too sure what's going on until you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your lips carrying away some of the whipped topping from the drink. Your eyes widen when instead of wiping the cream on one of the cocktail napkins available on the counter he brings his thumb to his own lips. In a fraction of a second the cream is gone, but you're left feeling a rush of fluttering warmth on the side of your mouth and in the center of your chest.

"You think your friends would like these?” He slides his drink to the side so he can lean on his elbow and turn to you again. Now's your chance.

“Um, I don’t think this is really their style.”

“What is their style?”

You rattle off their drinks of choice, making sure to mention their favorite brands with a sigh. Of course, whenever you play this game, the brands can change depending on the budget of whoever’s buying. This time, you make sure to name drop as much as possible, per Alexa's request.

“Sounds like your friends really know what they like.”

“Yeah, they have really…unique tastes.” You falter a little under his amused stare. “But we don’t always drink that way. I mean, not every bar even carries all those to begin with.”

“That’s true.” He nods. “This bar has every single of them, though. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Yep,” you chirp. You’re not sure if you’re in trouble or not because he’s still smiling. He seems to be onto the game, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well, it would be a shame not to welcome you all to the city. Get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hand on his arm again and squeeze for good measure. You don’t miss the way his large bicep flexes under your touch. After a beat, he brings his hand up to grasp yours and holds it while signaling to the bartender again. You give him a blindingly bright smile and he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

He asks the bartender to ‘take care’ of your table tonight on him, and you realize then that you’ve won the game. The victory isn't nearly as sweet as the pink drinks from earlier. The rules prohibit you from bringing him home or going over to his place. And even if it wasn't prohibited, your vacation is basically over.

“Where are you and your friends from?

You take his hand between yours and play with some of the rings on his fingers. They’re beautiful together in an eclectic way and you wonder if someone chose them for him.

“It’s a kind of small city, not like this one. It’s really just our university and then a few surrounding towns.”

“What made you guys move here then?"

"Oh, Right." You feel guilty. "Me and my friends are just here for vacation."

He blinks at you but takes the news in stride. "Well, if you want—I know the city pretty well since I have a place here—maybe I can give you a tour of the town later this week."

"I'd love that, I really would. But we're actually leaving tomorrow."

"For real?” His eyes grow wide and he looks down at your linked hands before looking over your face. You're shocked to see his features fall.

"Yeah, it sucks."

“Damn,” he smiles bittersweet at the floor. “I wish we’d bumped into each other sooner.”

“I absolutely agree," the sound of Alexa's voice rings loud in your ear.

“Uh, hello. Did you need me for something?" Your voice is high and tight as you fix her with an accusatory stare. You're not 100% positive, but it seemed like you and he were having a moment.

"No, babe, I just wanted to come over and show you my beautiful drink. I wanted to come show my gratitude to you both for making sure we have a good last night. The girls will appreciate that. Thank you, kind sir."

“Name’s Namjoon. And no need to thank me,” he smiles at the exchange between you two and sticks out his hand. Alexa daintily lays her hand in his and he lets out an incredulous laugh before playing along and raising it to his lips.

"What a gentleman," she coos before pinching lightly at the skin of your exposed back. It's a clear message just for you, telling you that there's about to be a change in plans. "What were you guys discussing?"

"I was actually about to offer up our booth. There's more than enough room for your table if you wanted to move. Me and my team—friends definitely wouldn't mind the company."

“You don’t have to do that!” You pipe up, suddenly shy. But it's quickly dashed away as Alexa pulls out her phone and opens up the groupchat.

"Let me just ask our friends if they’d like that."

You already know the answer, so you sigh quietly and gather up your card, phone, and purse. You can’t say you won’t miss the privacy from when it was just you and Namjoon, but you’re glad to be with your friends again as well.

The move from your little table to the VIP booth is lightning fast. By the time you get your own drink, Lia and Dani are already clutching their things and vibrating with excitement near the ropes leading to the VIP booth. A few of Namjoon’s friends are chatting with them from the other side of the ropes.

Once your group trickles in, you don't miss how they all arrange themselves in the booth so you're forced to sit on the end next to Namjoon with barely any space. The only options are to let one of your legs hang off the edge of the booth the whole time or sit practically half in his lap. Alexa winks at you over the first sip of her next very expensive drink.

Namjoon's friends are occupied by your friends re-telling some of the more exciting parts of the beginning of your vacation. Some story about how 'someone' lost their top while trying to jet ski. You send a weak glare to Lia as she tries to get them to guess just whose top it was. That's what you get for experimenting with spaghetti strings, you suppose.

"Do you guys like to dance," one of his friends says after a while of vibing to the music once the chatter cools down. Hoseok, you think his name was.

"Yes, definitely." Dani remarks while re-applying lip gloss. "You know who's a great dancer?"

"Who?" Hoseok looks around excitedly.

"She's gonna say me," you groan. "Which is not even true but let’s just all move down there already, no more 20 questions."

"Just one more," she pouts. "Namjoon, do you like to dance?"

He looks down at you once he's also out the booth, that little amused smile back on his lips.

"Well, it's not really part of my day job, but I don't mind it too much."

"What's your day job," you blurt out.

"I'm a...musician."

"A musician!" Alexa rushes over to you to link arms. "Did you hear that? Namjoon’s a musician."

"I don't recognize you," Lia says and Hoseok and another one of his friends burst into quiet laughter behind her.

"You definitely won't find Joon’s pics anywhere, that's for sure," one of his friends says. The rest of them dissolve into another fit of giggles.

The club lights hide the muted pink tinge his cheeks take on, and Namjoon leads the way to the dance-floor with a chagrined roll of his eyes.

"You think he's really a musician?” You whisper to Alexa and Lia. Dani is somewhere up ahead, already dancing.

"Maybe technically. Going off the way his friends keep laughing, he's probably, like, a failed SoundCloud rapper or something."

"No failed SoundCloud rapper wears Gucci like that," Lia motions with her chin to some piece of Namjoon’s outfit.

"That's true," you hum.

"Rich parents," Alexa says simply.

You and Lia consider it and then nod.

As you settle on the dance floor, you feel the rest of your nerves drift away. Lia comes over to take a selfie with you, and the two of you flirt with the camera until she's satisfied with the photos you've taken. She grabs your hand and makes a show of spinning you around and you figure that this is how the night will go before you stumble out around 2 or 3am and drunk pack for the flight home the next morning. You let her lead you back, further into the crowd before you bump into someone.

Namjoon's large hand comes to stabilize you at your waist and Lia acts like nothing happened before dancing away, phone light illuminating her sneaky smile.

"You good?" Namjoon's voice is soft in your ear.

"Y-yeah."

"You wanna dance, or should I let you go?"

Your friends shamelessly all look at the way he curves himself around you, all with their thumbs up in encouragement. You're reminded of the way you did the same a few nights prior when Dani was getting hit on by some cute guy at a different club.

At that time it felt fun hyping her up and watching her make a move, seeing how enamored this random guy was with your friend. Of course he is, you thought at the time, she's amazing. And you remember that this is probably what's driving them tonight as well with you and Namjoon.

You chance a look at him and realize that he's come to rest his cheek lightly near your temple, a soft look in his gaze as he awaits your answer.

"Sure, let's dance."

Namjoon was telling the truth when he said he wasn't all that into dancing. But he put in enough work to be able to follow you and meet you halfway while you were grinding on him to the music.

Even when you shyly stepped away after the first few dances to return to your squealing friends, you loosened up over time with more music and drinks and found yourself naturally ending up on him again. The first few songs turned into more and more and soon you were face-to-face, with his thigh wedged between yours and a heavy palm on your lower back guiding you to the beat.

You're not sure when you decided to abandon your friends and his, but at some point you did return to the booth under the guise of checking your phones. And you did check your phone first. But soon he was crowding you toward the wall by the booth and leaving you with no air of your own.

"You're really leaving tomorrow," he sighed into a bruise he was trying to leave near the hollow of your throat. "Or did you just say that because I was some creep at a bar."

"I never thought you were a creep."

He looks down at you with disbelief before getting distracted by your kiss-swollen lips.

"I mean it. I'm just a little shy sometimes."

"What do you have to be shy about when you look like this, huh?"

"Stop," you laugh lightly and look away from him.

He'd made a comment earlier about how much he liked the pristine white two piece you wore, but you'd been inching his hand up your skirt then. Now, one of his thumbs rubs an idle pattern just below the curve of your breast.

"No, but seriously. Are you actually leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The new term starts for us all in a few days."

"So, leave in a few days," Namjoon whines.

"That's not enough time to get ready for the term."

"But I'll be so alone without you."

He gives you an exaggerated pout that splits into a real smile when you snort at his stupid expression. He pulls you to him just a smidgen tighter then.

"Does this usually work with other girls?"

"I don't know. Never tried it with other girls," he frowns a little at you.

"Sure."

"You know me and the team almost went to Club BigHit last Saturday?"

"Oh, really? That's kinda funny." You try to imagine what might have happened if he'd come to the same club you went to earlier.

"Yeah," Namjoon's voice grows quiet. "If I hadn't gotten sick then we would have met last week."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you can't miss a few days of the term?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You let out an exasperated laugh. "You can't really be this upset that an actual stranger is just passing through your life."

"No, I know. I just—," he lets his head fall forward until he's touching his forehead to yours. "It was like something clicked when I saw you. I feel like I need more time with you."

"Oh," your voice comes out a little breathier than you expected.

The same look that had flashed across his face when you first came up to him finally gets to rest on his features. You want to let him down gently because you really can't play catch up during the first week of school.

"Tell you what. I can't miss the beginning of the term but if you make a song with my name in it and it gets...say, 50,000 listens, I'll buy a ticket that same day and come meet you. Wherever you are."

He pins you with a look then, inquisitive and dark. His eyes scan your open expression for something, before whatever he finds passes the test. He stands up tall.

"And it just needs to have 50,000 listens?"

In your mind you were thinking it would be too lofty for a failed SoundCloud rapper, but something in his tone sounds like he's rising to the challenge and it makes you nervous. You spent a lot on this vacation, you can't afford to actually fly out so soon if he somehow managed to get the listens and call your bluff. Besides, targets are off limits.

"Um, actually make that 150,000. And it has to have my area code in it too." You rattle off the three digits to him and he quickly types your conditions into the notes app on his phone.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, I guess."

"Deal."

Namjoon pockets his phone and leans back into your space. Any worries you had clawing to the forefront of your mind vanish when he presses soft lips to yours once more.

A month passes.

You don't end up having a one-night-stand with Namjoon because it wouldn't be fair to your friends when they'd clicked with a target but didn't take them home. That and because Dani got sick on the dance floor from mixing strawberry daiquiri with one too many pink drinks. But you do pass on your full number after he very nearly begs you to give it to him while packing into a cab.

And then he never used it.

It's not that you were expecting much, but when a month passes with not so much as word from him, you figure he forgot about you and your little bet.

Then 2 months pass.

Even though you know that you only spent a fraction of a day with him, you can't help thinking about Namjoon. Namjoon and his pretty eyes and pretty words that made you think there was some sort of connection there. You realize after the first two weeks back that you don't have his number but by the time 2 months pass, you realize that was definitely on purpose.

4 months pass.

You're over it, swamped with end of term work like finals and grading and putting in hours at work. But every time your friends suggest a little fun and hooking you up with someone, every time someone asked for your number at a coffee shop, you said no. Because you're over it and you're busy and not at all disappointed for how hard you fell for the lies some failed SoundCloud rapper fed you on a vacation one time.

19 weeks pass.

You're all in Lia's apartment, basking in the first few days of the end of classes even if it means finals are a few days later. Alexa is playing her favorite playlist on the speakers and you're taking a break to get some coffee going in the small kitchenette.

While the coffee machine starts up you wander back to the main room. Alexa is leaning over to turn the music up, one of her favorite songs just now coming up.

"Who's this again," Dani pipes up from her spot on the couch. "It's that one guy's collab with the Bulletproof Girlscouts, right?"

"Yep," Alexa checks the song title before sighing. "This song is so old now."

"True, but it's my favorite one on the whole album."

"I guess it really has been two years since his last album, huh." Dani muses and then goes back to her practice problem set.

You try not to laugh at how cute Alexa looks sulking because her favorite artist hasn't put out any music in so long.

"Why don't you just play his new stuff," Lia says.

"He's on indefinite hiatus. This is as new as it gets."

Lia picks up her own phone, showing it to the group.

"He released a new single this morning."

"What!"

Alexa scrambles from her seat to grab her headphones and jam them into her phone. You all know how she gets about her music and let her have a moment to soak up the new song while you get up to check on the coffee.

It takes a few minutes to get cups out and put everything together since everyone has different tastes, so you're in the middle of pouring creamer when you hear a chorus of screams.

"Why are we screaming?"

You rush into the main room again only to be bombarded with music from the speaker, this time turned up as high as it can go. What must be the new song comes through the speaker, the bass vibrating on the ground as the speaker pumps.

"Okay, yes, new song. It's good but I don't get—"

"Just listen to the fucking bridge," Dani's voice comes out incredibly shrill as she cuts you off.

The beat surges for the bridge and suddenly the lyrics turn into the artist growling about some girl he met at the club with the prettiest little white outfit he'd ever seen. Saying something that sounds oddly like your name, although you figure that can't be right. But then the next verse has your name in it too, and the next one, and the next one.

Your feet take you to where Alexa's phone is plugged in and you pick up the phone to look at the song. It's indeed a song by her favorite artist, a prolific and mysterious rapper who's never shown his face and who'd been on hiatus from making music. The song title is simple, a small string of numbers that look suspiciously like your area code.

When you let out a tiny gasp, your friends let out more excited shrieks. You ignore them in favor of thumbing through the music app to the artist's page where the new single lies at the top of his discography. To the right of all his songs are the stream counts. Most of his older songs have a few dozen million or so. This brand new one sits at a modest 4 million, but the numbers trickle up as the app updates them in real time.

"What the hell?"

"I know!" Alexa cries, tears shining in her eyes. "I can't believe we sat in a VIP booth with him and I didn't even recognize his stupid voice!"

"What are you gonna do," Dani smiles widely at your stunned face. "Are you gonna call him?"

"I don't have his number," you say simply. Your voice comes out monotone with shock.

"You didn't get his number?" Alexa starts crying for real.

"People are blowing my phone up about this," Lia says once the song ends and begins again on a loop. "You might want to turn off your phone. It's just a matter of time until people start snooping around."

"Right."

You grab your phone from your pocket. On instinct you scan through your socials one last time before turning it off. There's a startling number of texts, calls, emails, and notifications on your social media apps. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open up one of them only to find your name trending as the top hashtag. Clicking on it brings up a bunch of tweets both from fans raving about the new song and wondering who the muse is, to random accounts with identical names in the handle all claiming to be said muse.

"Oh my god, he tweeted!" Dani shoves her phone into your hands.

As of right now [2:38pm] we're at 5.76 million streams. That's more than 150,000...

"What does that mean," she asks you.

"It means...he wants me to fly out to see him. Today."

"Oh my god."

Alexa screams again and at this point you've lost count of how many that is. Lia gets out of her chair and tucks her chin over your shoulder to read the post herself.

"You need to go," Alexa shouts. "I'll help you pack, let's go."

"What about finals?"

"Are you—are you actually thinking of not going because of finals?"

"I mean—"

"If you want me die, just say that," she does something with her mouth that looks like a manic smile.

"What Lex means to say is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm sure even the profs would understand."

You're not sure what to say. First of all, you still don't have his number. Second of all, you're not sure how to fight through all the other accounts claiming to be you to let him know you saw the song. Third, you don't even know where to fly to. Fourth—

A Twitter notification chimes from your phone and a deadly hush falls over everyone. You go to your DM inbox with shaking fingers only to find a message request from an unknown sender. When you open the request, it's from Namjoon's agency.

Good afternoon,

You are being contacted today because one of our artists wishes to meet you. If you consent to the meeting, please review the flight information and tentative itinerary below and respond with your address and contact information. Please also note that the travel plans are for today [MM/DD/YYYY], so your response at your earliest convenience would be much appreciated. If you would like to go but cannot make it today—

"Do you think they'll send a car or should I book her a ride to the airport now?" Dani turns to Alexa.

"They'll probably send one to make sure the schedule is followed."

"That's true but what about—"

Lia taps you on the shoulder, startling you out of your stupor.

"There's a convenience store two doors down. Whatever you buy we can put in one of my suitcases and you can just take that. There's probably not enough time to go all the way back to your place."

"I—yeah, okay."

7 hours later finds Alexa, Dani and Lia finished with studying for the night. The entertainment channel is playing on the TV and the three of them have their heads bent over their phones and laptops, refreshing all the major gossip sites for updates.

"Maybe she's not even there yet," Dani sighs when the page she just refreshed shows no new posts.

"Yeah, I mean we still don't even know where she is," Lia says while putting her laptop to sleep. "What if they made her sign an NDA?"

"Even if they did, she'd probably still tell us once she got there. She's probably just busy killing time on the plane."

"She's sleeping!" Alexa screams a second later.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"Check his instagram," is all she says before frantically typing a message to you about souvenirs.

Lia looks over at Dani's phone as she pulls up Namjoon's page. The rest of the layout is bare given his up until recent hiatus and the fact that he never posted any type of selfie. The video uploaded a mere 20 seconds ago undoes all the previous minimalism of the entire account.

The post isn't even of Namjoon. It's a black and white 5 second video of the top half of your naked back and shoulders, the rest of your body covered by the sheets. One of your arms is raised to cover your head with a pillow. The only sign of Namjoon is the arm that reaches out from the bottom of the frame, making it clear that he took the video himself. His hand reaches out to trace a heart over the skin of your shoulder blade. The caption reads:

Thanks for keeping your promise

[indraste-darktalon]

DWC Day 3: Sentimental (Indraste)

Word Count: 983 Summary: Indy gets some enchanting done, manages not to depress herself. Warnings: none

@blixvoronin gets another! @daily-writing-challenge

Indraste was cleaning up after breakfast, keeping one ear tuned in to the rest of the house as Blix rummaged around, packing everything she’d need for her latest trip to Silverloch. Her fiancee was making one last pass through the house, making sure she had everything. Indy knew by now that it was best to keep out of the way until this process was complete.

Blix eventually strode into the kitchen, coming to her side and pulling her down for a kiss. Indy wrapped her in a hug, being careful to keep her damp hands out of the picture. 

“I’m off, wildflower,” she said, before planting another kiss on her lips. “You and the kids be good.”

Indy chuckled and looked over Blix’s head to where the Darters were lurking on top of a cabinet. “We’ll try. Good luck, and travel safe.”

Blix paused, eyeing her curiously. “...You usually try to keep me longer.”

She blinked down at Blix, keeping her face impassive. “I’ve learned that the faster you leave, the faster you get back.”

“Uh-huh.” Blix studied her for a moment longer, and then said, “Your eyebrows stop moving when you’re being sneaky. Just so you know.”

“They do not,” Indy said mildly, cocking one at her for effect. “And you’ll see what I’m getting up to when you get back.”

“But consider: you could just show me now!” Blix gave her a winning smile.

“No, I can’t. It’s not done. Now shoo.” She swatted Blix lightly on the ass. 

Blix did not shoo. Indy ended up having to walk her to the door, but she did eventually get on the road despite her curiosity. Indy waited for a full hour to make sure it was safe before making her way to their workroom. As always, the clutter in here was soothing; she loved seeing their projects-in-progress, and how comfortable the chaotic split of equipment on the table was. She liked being in here, tailoring bags while Blix worked at the other end of the table. It was a space made for focus and progress, and she was in a spot in her life where she liked both of those things very much.

Indy set a few half-finished bag orders aside, and then hauled her chest of enchanting materials up into the space left behind. It was time to tweak an enchant that she very commonly put on people’s equipment, especially those who liked to be a little theatrical. 

When she opened the chest, all her materials came into view, and she took a moment to enjoy how pretty they were. She had them organized by type (dust, shard, etc) and then color, which meant that someone just wandering in and looking would have no way of telling what did what. For her, though, she’d been using them for so long that she didn’t need to have them sorted by name, use, or value. 

She started portioning out the various materials she’d need for the enchant she had in mind, stacking them into neat little piles on a blank sheet of parchment. That done, she took another piece and tore it in half, setting the two pieces side-by-side. 

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, setting her enchanting rod down beside her on the table. “What are we doing, Indy?”

It took a couple of hours of experimentation to answer that question, but overall she went through fewer reagents than she was expecting. It was, at a high level, a simple enchant, after all. Soon, she was staring down at two pieces of paper that gave off a noticeable white glow when close together. She picked up one of the pieces and began to walk, watching it get incrementally fainter as the distance between it and its partner increased. The paper in her hand kept glowing until she was a decent ways outside, and then began to glow brighter as she returned to the house.

Indy took a deep breath, looking down at the ring on her left hand. For the first time since it had been slipped onto her finger, she took it off, setting it down on the worktable. Then, she knelt in front of the crate she used at markets, rummaging in the back of the drawer she kept all of her cloth scraps in before pulling out a second ring. She set the platinum-banded moonstone next to the gold-banded rose quartz before settling back into her seat.

Another deep breath, and a moment to stretch her fingers, and then she began to replicate the enchant onto the rings.

*****

Blix’s ring was much harder to hide now that it glowed when Indy’s was near, which was something she hadn’t taken into account when she’d made this plan. It was a good thing Indy had every intention of giving Blix the ring when she got home from her trip, because if she didn’t find it, Asha or Tilly would.

Indy sat in the darkening workroom, holding both rings in the palm of her hand, smiling faintly. She had wanted a way to show the world how it felt when Blix was close, and considering how nicely the rings were gleaming, she felt that she’d done a decent job of it. There was a practical aspect to it, as well– over a short distance, they’d be able to find one another if they needed to.

Of course, the hope was never to need to, but… 

Indy took a deep breath and shook her head. She wasn’t going to get melancholy. Not about this. This was a promise, not a precaution, and she couldn’t wait to see what Blix thought when she saw her ring. 

She knew she should get up and start dinner, put her reagents away before the Darters got into them (again). But instead, she took a moment to just breathe, looking down at the shining rings in her hand and smiling, completely unconsciously.